Datang First Chef

When Mo Wenyuan officially left, it was almost the fourth month of the lunar calendar. When he walked out of the house, he saw that the roses on both sides of the yard were in full bloom. The roses were bought by Li Sanniang at a high price, and they were specially planted in the yard. Other flowers in the courtyard are also in full bloom, colorful and full of spring.

Before leaving, he used to go to Daxingshan Temple to say goodbye, the journey is not too far away, but there are many things in Luoyang City, he doesn't know when he will be back, thinking that he might not be able to return to the capital for half a year, he decided in his heart that he must have a good time with everyone in Xingshan Temple say goodbye.

The Zhonghei sheep got bigger again. I don’t know if it’s because he ate too much hot-boiled mutton recently. He has been bred to be fat and strong, and he hunched over Mo Wenyuan steadily, almost becoming a beautiful scenery on the street. Even when looking for means of transportation, there are mostly mules and horses, and I have never heard of anyone riding a goat.

The little novice who was sweeping the floor outside the Daxingshan Temple saw the black sheep, and knew that Mo Wenyuan was coming, and informed the temple after a long distance: "Mr. Mo Xiaolang is here!"

After shouting, it was terrible. The monks farming, weaving, and cleaning, even the foreign translation monks could not help but stop their work and went to the mountain gate to see Mo Wenyuan.

"Mr. Mo Xiaolang is here?"

"But to say goodbye?"

Even Mo Wenyuan was flattered by such a warm welcome, and quickly got off the back of the black sheep and walked into the temple.Over the years, he has already recognized all the monks in the temple, even the eminent monks who are not born in the world have met a few times, counted as acquaintances, most of the monks who came to see him this time are young people, knowing that Mo Wenyuan may be in Luoyang for the next six months If they don't return to Chang'an, they all look sad, wishing to see off willows at the water's edge, so as to relieve the lovesickness in their hearts.

I haven't left yet, so I miss it very much.

Among them, the expression of inexhaustible sadness was the most obvious. He looked at Mo Wenyuan and felt sad: "In the next year, I will never be able to eat food made by Mr. Mo Xiaolang again!"

"Not only that, if Mo Da researches a new dish, the people in Luoyang City will be the first to taste it, and I have to wait for it to become popular in Luoyang City, and then the merchants or traveling monks between the two places will bring the news. Back, hey, thinking of the triumphant expression of the Luoyang monk last year, I just..."

Speaking of this, he was so sad that he couldn't go on, his fists were clenched, and he was about to cry.

Mo Wenyuan saw that he was so sad, with a black line on his forehead, hey, he should be very happy that his food is so popular, but seeing a large group of monks really sad, why did he want to laugh so much?

"It's very good, very good, but the mage said a few decades ago that his belly is slightly bigger and looks like a wax gourd. Only after I have been away for half a year can he restrain his diet and regain his thin body soon." Although he has never seen No monk has lost weight.

The monk was so sad and angry that he couldn't leave. Didn't Mr. Mo Xiaolang lift which pot he couldn't open? !

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After leaving the monks for a while, he entered the Zen room. The two mages Huiyuan and Huizhi were waiting for him. The middle black sheep was freely placed in the open space in front of the Zen room by Mo Wenyuan. Eat and play when dry to kill time.

He knocked on the door first, and a solemn and solemn voice came from inside.

"Come in--"

Mo Wenyuan's heart also picked up, and his expression was not as relaxed as before. The voice of a person when he is serious is different from his usual voice. He heard Master Huiyuan's voice, and knew that he might have something important to tell him.

He bowed his head and entered the door respectfully, his every move looked like a disciple, he knelt on the futon, bowed his head and greeted the two mages: "Master Huiyuan, Master Huizhi."

In Mo Wenyuan's impression, Master Huiyuan has always been kind and warm. He is close to the age of destiny, and he was considered an old man in the Tang Dynasty. If he was thinner, there would be wrinkles on his cheeks and forehead, but his cheeks Plump, it won't be as fat as a steamed bun, but it fills every gully just right.

The chubby old man is often kind and adored by children, but he has a stern face but has a glaring King Kong appearance.Master Huizhi is different. He sits quietly behind Master Huiyuan. He is quiet and elegant. He looks ordinary, but his every move has a unique charm. Mo Wenyuan guessed that this is the unique taste of a practitioner when he was young.

"Mo Dalang." Master Huiyuan regarded him as a junior, and almost always called him Mr. Mo Xiaolang. When he was called Mo Dalang, something important happened.

"Yes! What orders does Master Huiyuan have!"

"After discussing with Master Huizhi and the abbot, I decided to give this object to you." He said and raised the magic weapon tightly wrapped in white cloth.

This ritual vessel is not very long. Mo Wenyuan looked at it about [-] centimeters long, because it was tightly wrapped, and even he couldn't see what it was. He is very Buddha-nature, and his eyes can see things that ordinary people can't see. Just like the barriers and illusions outside Xingshan Temple, he knew from an early age that a faint light of Buddha would appear on the Buddha statues and instruments that were worshiped by many people.

The one under the white cloth is probably a magic weapon, which has a long history and has received a lot of incense. The only thing that can compare with the Buddha's light around it is the Zen staff used by the masters or the relics enshrined.

"Gudong-"

Mo Wenyuan swallowed, and after getting permission from the eyes of the two, he unwrapped the white cloth wrapped around the magic weapon, revealing his real body in front of his eyes.

He carefully picked up the magic weapon with both hands, and looked it up in front of his eyes. It was the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle!

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The vajra pestle has a vajra pestle at one end and an iron triangular pestle at the other end. There are three Buddha statues in the middle, one laughing, the other angry, and the other cursing. *In the Buddhist classics "Zhubu Yaomu", there are records of this kind of magic weapon. The gods and Buddhas killed more than 800 demons with the subduing magic pestle.

Mo Wenyuan, the weapon of the [-]th class of Buddhism, has used it before. Master Huizhi does not know where it is sacred. Ordinary monks are only good at one or two of them, but he is proficient in everything. He taught Mo Wenyuan by the way. Knowing the basic usage, of course, he rebuilt himself more than foreign objects, and skill is more important than using a magic weapon well.

Mo Xiaoyuan doesn't know if he really has Buddha nature, or if he has a unique talent in using weapons. He is quick to use, and the subduing magic pestle is the weapon he uses most smoothly. According to him, the length of this object is closest to that of a kitchen knife. Juggling with a kitchen knife has become an art. Using the method of using a kitchen knife to use the subduing magic pestle is different from ordinary techniques, but it is also handy.

"This thing is too expensive, and I'm not a monk in the temple, so give it to me easily..." Mo Wenyuan didn't finish speaking, but the meaning came to him. Is the magic weapon given away too expensive?He can't afford Master's love!

Monk Huiyuan said slowly: "It would be best if you are willing to be ordained and enter this monastery."

Mo Wenyuan shook his head like a rattle, unwilling, unwilling, super unwilling, he didn't want to shave his head and become a little monk.

Hui Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled when he saw his performance, with a helpless expression on his face. Master Hui Zhi, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, and he said: "Don't worry, since I give this to you, I will take care of the rest. You are just because you are the most suitable, and you can use this magic pestle with ease."

"Mo Dalang will often go out of the capital from now on, Luoyang and other places are okay, the journey is not far away, but there will always be places that we can't reach, some places have fierce folk customs, and ghosts often haunt them, I need to have a magic weapon at hand. "

Swords are given to heroes, pink powder is given to beauties, and Buddhists also have their magic tools.

not to mention……

Monk Huizhi glanced over the window and door panels, and seemed to see the middle-hei sheep playing in the courtyard. The most valuable gluttony had already followed Mo Wenyuan around, and it was the top-level relic bone. Even the bones of the Tathagata Buddha were missing. It is more valuable than Taotie, but Mo Wenyuan doesn't know this.

This Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle is nothing compared to Taotie!

As for why the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle was sent to him when he was accompanied by Taotie?Of course, just in case, not to mention that Mr. Xiao Lang always has to hone and hone himself. Based on their understanding of Mo Wenyuan, he is an actionist who has practiced true knowledge, and he will not show it to Taotie when he starts his hands. Space, like Master Xuanzang who learned from the West, is a master of physical transformation.

Mo Wenyuan held the subduing magic pestle tightly in his hand, his heart was warm. He received the wishes of the two masters, and he will carry this pestle with him when he walks outside Chang'an.

He left the meditation room where the two masters were, and went to pick up the happy Zhongheiyang: "Let's go, let's go."

Who knew that Taotie's eyes would be dazzled by the dazzling Buddha's light when he saw him, and the Buddha's light from the subduing magic pestle extended to him, and Mo Wenyuan seemed to be a shining Buddha statue. Wen Yuan frantically beat Shuo Shujing, then shivered.

Yes, a little scary!

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Mo Wenyuan is a skilled chef, and the food he prepares for himself is usually more exquisite than others, and now he is followed by gourmet Taotie, and he is urged not to slack off, and has prepared a lot of good things for a few days away.

The steamed pancakes as a staple food are brought along. In addition, there is pickled mutton in sauce. The mutton in sauce that came out of a whim when making shabu-shabu last time was well received by the family. After that, Mo Wenyuan often stewed the big pot The mutton is kept in the back kitchen. When the family members or apprentices are hungry, they can find a piece of steamed pancake or order a bowl of Houtou by themselves, pour a spoonful of sauce on the mutton and scald some vegetables.

In theory, sauced beef is more acceptable to the modern public. In the Tang Dynasty, cattle could not be killed at will. As the main force of cultivation, only cattle that died of old age or disease could be eaten. However, the taste of these two kinds of cattle is not very good. The former meat It was old and old, and even if the latter was given to Mo Wenyuan, he would not let his family eat it. High temperature can sterilize the bacteria. Who knows whether the germs on the cow will be completely killed after cooking?What's more, cows that die of illness always have a strange smell, and he and Taotie can distinguish the "sick smell" with their sensitive tongues.

Zhongheiyang, who was not bound by the laws of the Li and Tang Dynasties, was in high spirits and wanted to kill the cattle, but he told the good citizen Mo Wenyuan that it is better to do this less, even if he kills it, he should hide it and cook with a small piece of meat. Because there are too many restrictions, black sheep find it troublesome, and unless they want to eat hard, they rarely bring back cattle.

The method of sauced mutton is different from sauced beef. When it is marinated, it will be stewed in a pot with reeds and red dates. The fishy smell of the lamb will all enter the reeds. The inside of the radish belongs to the fragrance of plants, but the sweetness of red dates is simmered slowly. Spices such as cloves and star anise are hard and will not become soft and rotten in high temperature, but the taste in it will diverge despite the water, and the lamb will change from bright red to brown. Stains perfectly.

Cooked meat is the darkest in color, with light brown tendons. It is even translucent like jelly when placed on the plate. The most wonderful thing is the fat meat, which is light and almost white. It is different from pork meat when bitten down. It is fat but not greasy, and the taste is even less Soft and glutinous, the collagen and the skin stick together, and the rich calcium makes it more chewy.If Mo Wenyuan had more time, he would press the skin on the iron plate and fry the skin for a while. When cut into pieces, the skin would be caramel-colored, and the bite would be like that of a tiger egg. level.

Not to mention it comes with rice, you can eat a whole plate without eating.

The marinated mutton is sliced ​​into thin slices and carried in a cloth bag. The Zhonghei sheep has the magical power of making ice, so it can be stored for a few days in a row.

Mo Wenyuan looked at the meat, vegetables and dry food, and was a little dissatisfied. Zhongheiyang likes sweet food, if you don't make some sweet food before leaving, just bring him a snack on the way!

Li Sanniang and the others were holding the kitchen door, looking at the triumphant Zhongheiyang, with envious expressions on their faces, what kind of fairy life did he live, and there are so many delicious foods even when he travels far away!

Hey, thinking of not seeing Mo Wenyuan for a long time, and without the food he cooks at home, even Li Sanniang and others will feel jealous!I am so envious of the black sheep!

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The two sisters, Hong Da and Hong, were summoned by Mo Wenyuan. The two monks, the two Zhang Zhang, were puzzled, thinking that the master was going on a long journey, so what could he do with them?

Mo Wenyuan greeted: "Come, come, I'll ask you to make two new desserts."

Hong Dahong and his master greeted each other with mixed feelings. They said that the master is worthy of being a master, and he is leaving soon, and he is still teaching. He is really too loyal to the way of cooking.

Looking at the expressions of the two, the clever Mo Xiaolang guessed most of what they were thinking, and said with a smile: "I just cook some food for Heiyang Road to eat, I don't have any other ideas." He sighed, "After that I I have to stay in Luoyang for several months, so I don’t have much time to teach you new dishes, so learn as much as you can!” He encouraged, “When I’m not in Chang’an, if you have any strange ideas, you can still cook them. I hope I can try it boldly, there is no shortage of flour raw materials in restaurants, so don’t save me such small things.”

The two sisters almost burst into tears after hearing this. How lucky they were to meet a master like Mo Wenyuan who taught him everything.

The two kinds of desserts he is going to make today are honey sponge cake and butter biscuits. Mo Wenyuan was not born as a pastry chef. The western cakes he knows in modern times are all basic ones, or he just spends his time thinking about it in the oven. The baked products, honey sponge cake and butter biscuits are all entry-level snacks, and any modern family with an electric oven can make them.

In the Tang Dynasty, it was actually very difficult to make both. Without an electric oven, how to heat evenly became a big problem.

After trying several methods, Mo Wenyuan used the modern method of grilling, grilling on an iron net, and under the iron net is a charcoal fire. This method is not powerful enough, and it is better than nothing. As for the baking pan, due to technical limitations, it can only be baked with ceramics. Pan, it took a lot of work to find a high temperature bakeware with very low lead content.

Honey sponge cake is Mo Wenyuan's favourite. It is simple to make and has a rich aroma. It is soft and delicious when baked, and you will never get tired of eating it. The honey sponge cake in childhood is a beautiful scenery in memory. After many years, it is still as delicious as ever.

The raw materials have to be prepared from scratch, including flour, eggs, sugar, sesame seeds, and vegetable oil. The two sisters stood behind Mo Wenyuan and listened to his explanation: "The pastry made this time is soft and soft, which is very different from the firm steamed cake. , you need to process the flour one or two times before making it."

The wheat flour used to make steamed buns is high-gluten flour with high gluten and protein content. There are two ways to convert it into low-gluten flour. One is to mix corn flour with low protein content, and the other is to use high-temperature protein The theory of easy decomposition is to heat the plain flour and dry it in the sun.

For convenience, Mo Wenyuan used the second method.

He is a theoretical teacher, he likes to explain the principles clearly to his apprentices first, let them understand and then practice. At the same time, Mo Wenyuan has a strong comprehension ability and is good at deducing theories.

"Cakes pay attention to softness, and softness is the key." He said distancedly, "Wheat will become soft after heating, and the principle of flour made from wheat is similar. After heating the powder, the cake made will be softer."

Eggs, sugar and honey are mixed together, and the egg liquid is beaten while heating on a low heat. A martial arts practitioner has a strong wrist and can play with a kitchen knife and a magic pestle. The egg beater is not a problem for him. What is worth worrying about is The Hong sisters have thin arms. It is said that they have learned martial arts to increase their wrist strength. They often hang stones on their wrists, or put eggs on their wrists when writing.

Mo Wenyuan was a little worried about this, and he didn't know whether the martial arts training method of the Mysterious Tang Dynasty was reliable or not.

Stir the low-gluten flour into a paste and collide with the egg liquid, pour it into the baking pan, and as the temperature of the charcoal rises, the pan emits an attractive aroma. The aroma of the egg cake is different from any previous food, eggs, honey and sugar, The aroma is not like the peony in the flowers, it is thick and colorful, full of presence, but it is like a small hook, which attracts people to get closer and find out. Candy is even sweeter.

The square cake was cut into large pieces, and carefully placed on the shelf, fearing that it would be crushed by heavy objects, Zhong Heiyang was so excited that Mo Wenyuan tied the piece of cake to the On the rope, fishing in front of his head, he will be able to go fast.

Wrapped in the sweetness of dim sum, one person and one sheep embark on a journey to Luoyang.

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This time to Luoyang, Mo Wenyuan did not go with the merchant, but chose to take the wandering monk as his partner along the way.Several of the wandering monks were born in Daxingshan Temple, knowing that Mr. Mo Xiaolang joined the team, they were overjoyed.

Monks are more simple than merchants. They walk on two legs when they go out. Occasionally, a donkey is used to travel. During the itinerary, several monks share a donkey. However, the function of the donkey is to carry luggage. When resting on the ground, most of the time, I still walk on two legs.

The middle black sheep is extremely powerful, and the pots, pans, and pans on its back are as light as a feather, and they can be seen as nothing. Mo Wenyuan understands that he has to get off the sheep and walk, but he can't use it, so he arches Mo Wenyuan's butt with a sharp horn He had to sit on the back of the sheep, but in desperation he could only sit leisurely on the back of the sheep and chat with the monks, which was embarrassing.

The monks in the Tang Dynasty can be divided into two categories. One is to fish in troubled waters and join the ranks of monks. The only purpose of becoming a monk is to avoid corvee.There are also those who have real talents and real learning. Some practice Buddhism and recite hundreds of classics. Some have the ability to subdue demons and eliminate demons.The latter was the one who traveled with Mo Wenyuan. He was not only thoughtful but also very educated, and he talked about everything on the road.

Speaking of the Goushi County that was about to pass by, the monk named Xingle told Mo Wenyuan about a scenic spot and historic site that they were going to pay their respects: "There is a mountain in the south of the county called Goushi Mountain, which was once visited twice. Immortals, one immortal is the Queen Mother of the West, this mountain is named Goushi Mountain because the common surname of the Queen Mother of the West is Gou, and the second immortal is Zhou Lingwang Prince Jin, this mountain is the place where he ascended to immortality. What do you think, Mr. Xiaolang?"

Mo Wenyuan has been active in the city of Chang'an since he was born. He went to Luoyang last year and did not specifically look for Dengxian's place to see it. At this time, he heard the wandering monk talk about Gou's Mountain, and he was curious. It doesn't hurt to just go and watch.

He made up his mind and began to seek Zhongheiyang's opinion. For Mo Wenyuan, Zhongheiyang was his friend and a member of the family. They were companions during the journey, so naturally they could not be arbitrary and asked for his opinion.

"Yang, you want to go to Goushi Mountain."

Middle Heiyang: "Baa baa baa baa baa!"

It doesn't matter if you go or not, what's for dinner tonight.

When Mo Wenyuan heard his answer, there was a black line on his forehead again. Sure enough, Zhong Heiyang's answer was exactly the same as what he thought in the conversation. The other party didn't care where they were or where they were going. Dahao Heshan is not as important as what to eat at night. Zhongheiyang has a large brain capacity, but the questions he thinks about every day are very limited: what to eat in the morning?What to eat for lunch?what's for dinner?

It can be called the three major philosophical problems of Yangsheng.

Their family, unlike other families, eats three meals a day instead of two.

Since Taotie said whatever he wanted, he could go together, Mo Wenyuan nodded and said, "Take me with you!"

The monk nodded, and they reached a consensus.

The wandering monks who went to Luoyang this time all know each other. It is not an exaggeration to say that they have the same interests and hobbies. The trip to Goushan has been agreed a long time ago. Now it is just adding Mo Wenyuan. Everyone is happy to join him Agree, they have already seen Mo Xiaolang-jun's superb cooking skills along the way, he can cook even wild vegetables better than others, not to mention the rich variety of bean products, hey, if eating good or bad is the life One of the standards of happiness, the happiness index on their journey is very high.

"Then go to Goushi Mountain."

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The Taishang Laojun raised a lot of cranes, not as many as the magpies that can form a magpie bridge during the Qixi Festival, but there are not many. The gods saw the cranes dancing and forming a straight line in the nine heavens as the scenery of the heaven. Looking up, I saw cranes flying by lined up, and some gods would be very poetic, reciting a few lines of poems.

When there are too many cranes, the Taishang Laojun can’t take care of them, and let them move freely to look for food. It took many years to recall and count the number. The loose management gave the cranes an opportunity. Some of them are wild, so they look for opportunities Go down to the earth to play, and then return to the heaven, very few gods can find out, even if they find out, they often turn a blind eye.

There was a crane who was not only very playful, but also ambitious.There are many ghosts who want to rule the mountains and become king in the world. Compared with those low-level ghosts, he has not only practiced human walking, but also is proficient in spells. Ordinary monsters are no match for him. Why should he limit himself to being a mount in the heavens with such abilities? It is also very good to go down to the world and become the king of the mountain.

He saw the timing and sneaked down to earth.

This crane is more enterprising than the other seniors, thinking that it is necessary to practice hard after descending into the world, so it chose the treasure land of Zhongling Yuxiu.As the saying goes, "Mountains are no longer high, if there are immortals, they will be famous; if the water is not deep, there will be dragons." The mountain where immortals once appeared, has more spiritual power than other places. Goushi Mountain is a good place, not only immortals However, those two gods have not designated this mountain as their own territory. Strictly speaking, this mountain is a mountain without an owner.

The only disadvantage is that it is close to Luoyang, and there is a famous temple called Jingtu Temple nearby. It is difficult to escape if there are ghosts and monsters. But after reading a lot of crane books, I know that "the most dangerous place is the safest place", and I think of myself With a pair of wings, he can escape even if he is surrounded by monks. With the spirit of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, he settled on the top of the mountain.

On Mount Goushi, there are country goblins and mountain spirits transformed from grass and trees. They have no strength. When encountering big goblins, they will only be bullied. They have all heard the strange texts of the two capitals,

Mo Wenyuan is now a celebrity in the world of monsters. The latest information about him is that the effectiveness of Mo Wenyuan's flesh is slightly worse than that of Tang Sanzang. Immortality is impossible, but eating his flesh can greatly increase mana and prolong life.

Little ghost heard that he was going to Gou Mountain in the Corridor of the Two Capitals, and quickly went to the new king's place to visit the pier, and then sent a new message: "My lord, my lord! Lord Mo Xiaolang of Chang'an City is coming to our mountain!"

Xianhe said excitedly: "What!" He still didn't know the rumors in the demon world. Xianhe was excited because he ate the pickled radish that the Supreme Lord regarded as a treasure, and was deeply impressed by its taste. After making it, he was so hungry that he wanted to catch Mo Wenyuan and make pickles for him.

"Little ones, come out with me!" He waved his hand, his words full of pride and ambition.

The little monster was in awe, and said in his heart that the new king was going to do something big, and when the other monsters were afraid that Mr. Mo Xiaolang would eat a rat spirit, he did what he said and wanted to arrest people!

That's right, apart from the tender skin and the longevity effect of meat, Mo Wenyuan is also known in the demon world for another point, that is, unlike ordinary mages, he not only eats meat, but also eats monsters!

His name can stop the little demon from crying at night.

"Big, big, big king, are you really going to catch Mo Wenyuan?"

Xianhe is gearing up: "Of course!" His saliva is about to drip when he thinks about pickling vegetables!

Little demons: "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

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After walking for a few more days, Mo Wenyuan and his party finally arrived at the foot of Gou's Mountain. He was sitting on the back of Zhonghei Yang, with the subduing magic pestle hanging from his belt. He looked up at Gou Mountain. Axio——" he seemed to be suffering from a cold.

"Mr. Mo Xiaolang, how are you?"

"Nothing, nothing but an itchy nose!"