Datang First Chef

The high seat was densely packed with people, most of them ordinary people who came to watch the fun. They gathered at the gate of the mountain, waiting for the royal guards who were about to come from the palace, and the troupe of hundreds of operas invited by the rich.

Li Sanniang said: "Go further in, and when the Yu Lan Basin delivery team arrives, I'll pick you up and have a look."

When Mo Wenyuan saw A Niang was carrying a basket in her elbow, he shook his head and said, "No, no, I'll just take a look from behind, and I can see a little bit."

Li Sanniang laughed and said: "What is your stature, and you can see it even if you are buried in the crowd?"

Mo Wenyuan didn't speak, just put on the appearance of a little adult, he talked about him from left to right, and changed the subject: "Mother, when will you start selling steamed buns?"

Li Sanniang said: "It's still early, wait for the officials to enter the mountain gate, and the Baixi troupe will start performing before selling." Now that everyone is waiting to watch the fun, adrenaline is high, who wants to eat?They have to wait until the person calms down, humming in the abdomen, covering the abdomen and frowning, then it's time for them to act.

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Mo Xiaogou delivered the offerings and joined the two under the high seat. Li Sanniang and Mo Wenyuan stood next to the platform, and he saw where they were at a glance.

"Auntie, Da Lang?" He shouted and waved his hands, even if he was hit by the surging crowd of people, he did not move, like a towering hill.

Mo Wenyuan said in his heart that being tall is also beneficial, and it is like a lighthouse at this time.

Mo Xiaogou said: "Auntie, do you want to sell food now?"

Li Sanniang said: "Wait a minute, I think the offering team is coming, why don't you watch them first before doing business." She laughed, "And who wants to buy food now?"

Mo Xiaogou repeatedly nodded in agreement, then knelt down and hugged the struggling Mo Wenyuan in his arms. He raised his hands high, and Mo Wenyuan's gaze suddenly changed from a frog at the bottom of a well to a small mountain.

Mo Wenyuan said: "Put me down!"

Mo Xiaogou laughed and said, "Now I can see clearly!"

While laughing and laughing, the mighty team of "officials delivering pots" approached, and the first thing they heard was the loud sound of music. The musicians held instruments and played them while walking forward. Mo Wen watched from afar , I can’t name the musical instrument, let alone distinguish the difference between the sounds. The only thing I know are all kinds of drums, big drums, waist drums...

Afterwards, there are well-dressed officials and a big emerald plate surrounded by them in the middle, in which there are some precious melons and fruits to eat. After the Yulan basin, there are seven divine seats, namely Tang Taizong, Tang Gaozu, and Tang Dynasty. Grandpa, great-grandfather, great-grandfather, etc. who are promoted upwards.

Seeing this magnificent scene, the people were even more excited. The road was surrounded on both sides. While Mo Wenyuan was watching from a distance, he also paid attention to Li Sanniang and Mo Xiaogou, for fear that they would be pushed to the ground.

Of course, in terms of height, he is the most dangerous one. No wonder both Mo Xiaogou and Li Sanniang insisted on picking him up. With Mo Wenyuan's height, it is not surprising that he was stepped on by inadvertent passers-by.

A moment later, the attendant who sent the pots entered Daxingshan Temple, and the crowd of onlookers finally dispersed. Li Sanniang said to the two children, "Sell steamed buns!"

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Xiaogou Mo looks old and has a strong physique. People would believe that he is 13, let alone 20. He carries a basket in his hand and squeezes into crowded places. —”

Selling is a unique talent of a businessman, and his voice is thick and penetrating, so he can be heard even in noisy crowds.

Mo Wenyuan was led by Li Sanniang, and the three of them did not divide into two groups. There were too many people in front of the mountain gate, and those who were not paying attention would get separated, so the three of them acted together.

Mo Wenyuan stretched out his finger and said, "Go there." He was referring to a juggling stall, and there were a lot of people watching, not to mention ordinary people, monks were mixed in, and everyone didn't know what to look at, and they were interested in it.

More people represent the market, and Mo Wenyuan guessed that there would be more people buying steamed buns.

Sure enough, after hearing Mo Xiaogou's yelling, someone said: "Peach steamed buns, what is that?"

Mo Xiaogou lifted the white cloth covering the basket, puffed out his chest and said, "It must be the steamed buns made of peaches."

The man was amazed when he heard it, peaches can also be made into steamed buns?Seeing that the steamed buns in the basket were all white, fat and cute, with the sharp corners dyed red, they looked like peaches, so he said, "Give me two."

"Siwen."

The man was hungry, so he took it and bit it, mouthful of saliva: "What's the taste?" He swallowed a steamed bun in two gulps, and then said, "One more."

Hunger is contagious, and the people next to him saw him eating happily and said, "Give me one."

"Give me two."

"It smells so good!"

"Give me one too."

After a while, Mo Xiaogou's basket was empty, and he began to take steamed buns from Li Sanniang's basket.

The performer also came over and said, "Peach steamed buns, how much is it?"

Mo Wenyuan was picked up by the empty-handed Mo Xiaogou, and he just answered his question: "Two pennies."

He met this person's eyes, and couldn't help but gasp in his heart, in terms of appearance and clothing, this person is no different from a porter, he is probably an entertainer who performs all over the world and lives everywhere.

But Mo Wenyuan didn't know why, he always felt that he looked weird, but if you asked him to say what was weird, he couldn't tell.

The man teased, "Although I have two coins, I don't want to exchange them for steamed buns."

Mo Wenyuan's expression changed to "==", what do you ask if you don't want to take money?

Who would have thought that man said: "How about I show you a skill? If you are satisfied, give me a steamed bun."

Mo Wenyuan looked back at Li Sanniang, Li Sanniang showed him an encouraging smile, as if saying that you can do whatever you want.

So he nodded and said: "Okay." He said with a straight face, "Let's say yes first, I'm hard to please."

The man listened to him and smiled, showing a mouthful of neat and white teeth.

Mo Wenyuan wondered in his heart: How can the teeth of street performers be so neat these days?

Life in Chang'an City is rich, even if you can't afford big dishes, steamed cakes can still fill you up, but this is not the case in other places.There are many areas suffering from famine, and the people lack food, even to the point where they can't even maintain one meal a day. After eating the bark and grass roots, they can only eat Guanyin soil.

Artists in Yunyou can still have a full stomach, and they don’t eat too delicately. The food they usually eat is cold and hard, and their teeth should be poor. gap.

But the person in front of him was different, his teeth were white and neat, not at all like the teeth of an adult, let alone the teeth of a man who lives in the world.

Mo Wenyuan paid more attention to this person.

The Baixi performer returned to the side of the vendor who made his living, took out a pot from under the bench, and took out a seed from his pocket.

He buried the seeds in the soil and said to the surrounding people: "I invite everyone to eat peaches."

As he spoke, he pulled out a flute from nowhere and began to play music slowly.

Mo Wenyuan:? ? ?

He watched as new shoots burst out of the pot and continued to grow into towering trees.

Mo Wenyuan thought that the picture was too funny, how could it be real, so he closed his eyes for a while, and when he looked at it this time, the tree had already grown, but there was only a peach hanging on the branch.

The tree is real, but it seems to be fake. Under the refraction of the sun, the leaves on the tree sway with the wind, but there is a sense of indefiniteness. When Mo Wenyuan saw the peach tree for the first time, he thought it was real , but after a while I thought it was fake.

Like a mirage in the desert, the reflection of the moon in a lake at night, or a blurred human face in a bronze mirror, they are not real trees.What's more, why is there only one peach on the peach tree?

But when he was pondering, the people around him all praised: "What a tall tree!"

"But it bears a hundred fruits?"

"More than that, I have never seen a peach tree with so many peaches."

"Do you really want to share the food with me?"

Mo Wenyuan:? ? ?

He couldn't help but tugged Mo Xiaogou's sleeve and said, "What did you see?"

Mo Xiaogou said naively: "A big, big peach tree is full of Queen Mother peaches."

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

mother!Is it true that there were tall men in ancient times?This is not scientific at all!

He was confused and thought, should he tell the truth, and what happened to Tao Zi in the eyes of others?Did it smuggle in from the old peach seller's basket as in the legend, or is the only one he saw real?

Thinking of this, Mo Wenyuan suddenly became very vigilant, asked Mo Xiaogou to put himself down, lifted the white cloth and looked at the peach steamed buns in Li Sanniang's basket, and made sure that everything was in place before he put the lid on with confidence.

Li Sanniang and Mo Xiaogou were dumbfounded by his actions, and they didn't know what happened.

The artist said to Mo Wenyuan: "Xiao Langjun, which peach do you want?"

Mo Wenyuan answered carefully: "I want the biggest one on the top." He saw it clearly, only the top peach is real.

The man laughed and said "Come", the only real peach fell from the tree, and it happened to be in his hands. He handed the queen mother peach to Mo Wenyuan, and the child carefully handed him the big peach steamed bun .

The two strike a perfect deal.

Because he was afraid of gods and ghosts, after the exchange, Mo Wenyuan took Li Sanniang and Mo Xiaogou and ran away quickly, and waited until they were far enough away to tell Aniang what happened just now.

Mo Xiaogou opened his mouth wide and said, "Is there anything else?"

But Li Sanniang said calmly: "I'm afraid we have met a god." She clasped her hands together and bowed in the direction just now, and then she explained to her stunned son, "Before Master Xuanzang went to the West to learn scriptures, Avalokitesvara The Bodhisattva turned into a beggar and sold him a brocade cassock, saying that if he wore the cassock, he would not fall into perdition, fall into hell, avoid evil, and avoid the den of tigers and wolves."

She sighed: "Many eminent monks have been tested, and in the end only Master Xuanzang bought the cassock, God's will!"

Mo Wenyuan: =mouth=! ! !

Wait, wait, wait, don't bully me for not reading enough. Avalokitesvara sent Tang Sanzang cassock. Isn't this the content of Journey to the West?The real Tang Sanzang in history obviously went out of the city to Tianzhu to learn scriptures among beggars, right?

What happened to sending cassocks? ? ?

Mo Wenyuan was in grief and anger. What could be more terrifying than thinking that he was in the Tang Dynasty, but in the end he was wearing a fantasy Tang Dynasty with monsters, monsters, Monkey King and Zhu Bajie? !

Changing from an ordinary Tang to a fantasy Tang, the difficulty of survival has suddenly changed from ordinary to hell!

He really just wants to be a good cook!