Datang First Chef

Shu Wujia is a large courtyard house. The furnishings in the courtyard can not be said to have the characteristics of "corridors with unadorned waists and high eaves and teeth". It is not carved beams and painted buildings, but it is also exquisite and pleasant. Hang a small cloth curtain with delicate embroidery blooming on the door.

Zheng Du is well-known in Luoyang, and this birthday banquet is more grandiose. In addition, Zhao Lang's status is noble, and his false mother attaches great importance to this banquet. Whether it is decoration or furniture in the house, they are all held according to the highest standards. Please come The music team is all top-notch.

In the eyes of the very high-ranking man, the combined meal system is not decent. They eat shabu-shabu for the first time, and some people ask for one person to eat in one pot. Naturally, Li Sanniang's restaurant is free. If you want to pay more for one person, one pot Well, nothing is allowed.But after trying it, they found with a sad face that if they want to taste all the soup ingredients, they need to order at least three pots. The atmosphere, the pot also became less delicious.

After trying, they gave up "noble decency" and all began to embrace the meal system.

A low table can seat six to eight people. Three pots are neatly placed on the table, lined up from left to right. Spicy soup, clear soup, and lamb bone soup are arranged in order.The dishes have not been served yet, and the first-class charcoal fire is installed in the "chimney" of the copper pot. The charcoal fire has not yet been ignited. Apart from the copper pot, there are only saucers and drinks on the table.

The wine is peony wine and rice wine from Li Sanniang's restaurant, and before that there is wine. The quality of the three is the highest quality wine that can be seen on the market, and the prices of the three are not low.

The guests who came humbly and flattered each other, and they declined for a long time regarding the order of today's seats. It was the host Zhao Lang who spoke before entering the table, and the other female prostitutes from the Shu family also took their seats.Shu Wujia is already the largest and most prestigious brothel in Luoyang City, but there are only eight female prostitutes. The brothels in Tang Dynasty were all expensive and expensive. The appearance of female prostitutes is very important, but not the most important. What is famous is talent, proficiency in all kinds of poems and songs is the most important thing, in addition to having a skill in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The cost of training a female prostitute is high, and the high cost will reduce the number.

Wang Wei noticed the tall wooden box on the main table and asked curiously, "What is that?"

Zhao Lang is the rich man behind the scenes, he has seen the cake in the box long ago, but now he wants to show off: "It is a birthday gift from Mo Dalang to everyone, and we will know what it is after the banquet."

Just the title given by Mo Wenyuan made everyone curious about its content.

Zheng Duzhi was sitting next to Zhao Lang, her makeup was meticulously painted, her clothes and jewelry were carefully matched, she pursed her lips and smiled, and opened the wooden box containing the cake under the expectant eyes of everyone.

"Wow—" The guests couldn't control their exclamation, and looked at the majestic three-layer cake with approving eyes.Yes, majestic, they can describe it with the words that describe mountains.

Wang Wei made friends with Zhao Lang and sat very close to the cake. He could not only see the snow-white cake dough, but also clearly see the top doughnut.

Zheng Duzhi, who was holding the letter in his hand, lowered his head and focused his eyes. He looked at the scroll in his hand. He didn't know whether there was a golden house or Yan Ruyu in the book, which made her concentrate.

The clothes on her body were even more lifelike, even the folds of the sleeves were carved out.The gentlemen present didn't care much about what Zheng Douzhi was wearing. They only knew that she was dressed in gorgeous colors, which made her look even more beautiful and graceful, but the other prostitutes present all had a pair of fiery eyes. Those were the clothes Zheng Duzhi wore at the Peony Banquet.

She went to the Peony Banquet for the Peony Banquet in order to show off her beauty and make her clothes more luxurious.

The guest sitting next to Zhao Lang is good at painting, he saw the face's eyes at the first sight, and exclaimed: "What kind of painting is this?"

Mo Wenyuan said in his heart: Two-dimensional painting method.

He could only reply, "I figured it out."

The guests were astonished as gods, and they thought that the Buddha's son is the Buddha's son, different from ordinary people, and he is very good at painting after thinking about it.

The admiring gaze of the visitor made Zhao Lang very suitable. He is a person who likes to show off his noodles, otherwise he would not have spent a lot of money to celebrate Zheng Duzhi's birthday. Mo Wenyuan made a big cake and he was proud of it. Clap your hands to signal the fake mother, and start celebrating the birthday.

The false mother winked at the band, and they began to play, and the trained hands filed in, trays in hand.

Ice Cube Mountain cannot be seen when eating meat slices in the store. This time, China Taotie made Ice Cube Mountain with great enthusiasm, which made the dishes even more gorgeous.

Seeing everyone eating happily, Mo Wenyuan smiled to himself, suddenly his whole body trembled, feeling that something was wrong, his brows moved slightly, wanting to reconcile with the black sheep.

……

Zhong Hei Yang came out of the back kitchen, kicking his little hooves, in a happy mood. It is a rare good thing for a foodie to have a takeaway meal delivered to his door.

Mo Wenyuan found him and said bluntly: "I was shocked just now, as if I caught the evil spirit, is it my illusion?"

Middle Heiyang: "Baa baa baa baa baa!"

No no, I also feel a demon.

Mo Wenyuan said in his heart: "But come to eat me?" He has been able to accept the fact that he is the meat of a downgraded Tang monk.

The black sheep in the middle is murderous and bleating: so bold, he must be let go and never return!

……

Those who can take root in Luoyang City are all great monsters, either because they are so powerful that even the eminent monks in the temple cannot be converted, or because they are too big to think that there is such a monk here.

The weasel spirit was neither the former nor the latter. He decided to stay in Luoyang City after weighing the pros and cons.

The reason is very simple, his mana is more than enough than the top and more than the bottom. If he leaves Luoyang City and goes to the mountain guarded by other monsters, he may not be able to defeat the local mountain king. As long as you don't act arrogantly, at least there are chickens to eat.

The weasel can't beat its nature, and loves chicken very much.

The Shu family is very famous, and there are many lords coming and going. Many lords are rich and powerful and arrange banquets. After all, their family does not specialize in cooking. The content of the banquet is the same, and chicken is used every time.

Because of this, the back kitchen of Shu Wu's family always had chickens, so he took a look at the right time and walked around the kitchen, even if he couldn't steal the chicken, he could still get the chicken bones.

Life is beautiful.

The weasel spirit is quite satisfied with his current life, and occasionally he wants to make a career like a powerful monster outside, but there is no chance, and the mana is not enough. At this time, when he suddenly saw Mo Wenyuan appearing here, his eyes lit up, and he said to himself Turn yourself into a serf and sing, the opportunity to become famous has come.

He had heard the legend that Mo Wenyuan's meat could prolong life and increase his mana, and he believed in it. The weasel spirit knew that his mana was meager and he couldn't eat people, but he was not prepared to give up the hard-earned opportunity.

His little plan was crackling, since flesh and blood can greatly increase his mana, no amount of flesh and blood should be effective, and he is not greedy, just like an ordinary weasel, he just bites and then slips away, as long as he runs fast, Mo Wenyuan is afraid catch up?

Ordinary people working in the fields are also bitten by water snakes and weasels.

He made a good idea to lurk at the entrance of the banquet hall, watching Mo Wenyuan busy to and fro, when suddenly the weasel moved his nose and smelled the scent of his beloved chicken.

Thin slices of chicken are covered on the ice, and the pale orange muscle groups are well-organized. Each piece of meat is sliced ​​extremely thinly, and the color is lighter against the ice crystals.

Some diners have tried chicken slices, and some have not. Seeing this dish, they can’t wait to try it. The light orange sliced ​​meat turns into a lovely white color after being rolled twice in the soup. , The tender and smooth taste, which is completely different from the mutton slices, remains between the lips and teeth, and the chicken is firm and creamy, with little fat but a pleasant chewing feeling.

The taste of the meat is delicious. Chickens in the Tang Dynasty have gone through most of the evolutionary process. The texture and taste tasted by people at that time are no different from those eaten by modern people. Turn around in the cornel soup pot, and the meat noodles There is a hint of numbness on the top, which is lovely.

The smell of chicken is not very strong, but in the nose of the weasel who loves chicken the most, the smell is stronger than the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus in golden autumn and October. He sniffs his nose desperately, as if he wants to distinguish it from the smell of mutton and pork in the room. Feel the presence of chickens and absorb them into the nasal cavity.

The weasel spirit's eyes were about to lose focus, but before he was stunned by the smell, he shook his head suddenly: no, no, no, he didn't come to eat chicken, he came to bite Mo Wenyuan.

But these chickens are delicious...

The weasel spirit was caught in a mental struggle, he was still sticking to his original dream, and while heaven and man were fighting in his heart, he did not forget to observe Mo Wenyuan, and saw him walking into the yard and stopping under the eaves of the door.

He was so hungry that he made an irrational decision: how about this, grab a piece of chicken first, swallow it quickly, then bite Mo Wenyuan again, and run away.

What a plan!

……

Mo Wenyuan finished the greetings and walked to the entrance of the hall to watch the movement in all directions, for fear that the monster would rush out and hurt people.

Although he knows that the other party's target is mostly himself, he is also concerned about the safety of the whole house, but if he arranges an emergency evacuation at this time, it may cause the monster to go crazy and hurt people wantonly, and then flee in troubled waters. From a legal point of view, it would be more stable to maintain the status quo.

He had been touring the arena for a week just now, and he had already planted a medicine powder where there were people to keep monsters away, and Zhongheiyang promised to help protect everyone's safety, the double insurance made him feel at ease.

The vajra subduing demon pestle was already in his hand, and many sutras of subduing demons lingered in his mind, almost blurting out.

Sooner or later, a brownish-yellow shadow suddenly jumped out from the corner, passing over the dining table at a speed that the naked eye could not catch, causing bursts of exclamations.

"My meat!"

Mo Wenyuan has black lines all over his head, sir, your focus is a bit skewed, meat is not important at all.

The Vajra Conquering Demon Pestle knocked on the wall, the sound was not loud but like the morning bell of a monastery knocking on people's hearts, which shocked the hearts of the people present.

The Sanskrit words of Ji Quqianya spit out smoothly from Mo Wenyuan's mouth. The Shurangama Sutra is very effective in restraining spirits and monsters. With the blessing of the Subduing Demon Pestle, his voice is even more majestic.

"Ananda. It is the Buddha's top light gathering Sidta Pradara secret Ghatuo subtle chapters..."

Even Zhong Heiyang felt itchy when he heard it at the door, but his love for Mo Xiaoyuan has exceeded the limit of instinct, listening to the Shurangama Sutra can achieve spiritual satisfaction, Zhong Heiyang trembled: "Baa baa Baa baa baa baa!"

As expected of Mo Xiaoyuan, he is even very good at subduing demons and eliminating demons!

Not to mention the weasel spirit, he was so ecstatic after eating the chicken slices that his bones became lighter, and he was running towards Mo Wen, not wanting to hear the scriptures and the vajra hammering twice on the wall There was an echo, and the fur all over his body exploded violently.

"Squeak chee chee—"

The speed of travel became slower and slower. Originally, ordinary people could only see a brown-yellow lightning, but now it was visible.

"Ah! It's a weasel!"

"Ghost!"

Voices came from the crowd one after another. First, some people fidgeted and wanted to leave first. Others saw the doorway and found that the weasel spirit was suppressed and beaten by Mr. Mo Xiaolang.

The weasel spirit frantically fled towards the door: "Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!" He didn't want to get a piece of meat off Mo Wenyuan's body, he just wanted to escape quickly, he understood how the previous Shuo Jing and Crane Jing fell down.

How could he be too greedy? He clearly miscalculated the enemy's strength!

The weasel said carefully: "It's too hateful!"If you have a magic weapon and can recite scriptures, you should say it earlier!

If he travels to later generations, he will definitely complain about Mo Wenyuan's behavior as "fishing and law enforcement". He is the fish that foolishly took the bait!

At the door, the weasel seemed to have seen the dawn of victory, and it would be fine to escape!Unexpectedly, a dark sheep's face suddenly appeared in front of him, and he grinned: Hehehehehehehe!

Mo Wenyuan said softly: "Want to run?" He threw the subduing magic pestle, and the end of the vajra was nailed heavily on the body of the weasel spirit. His dan was much lower than that of He Shiliu, and he passed out without even making a sound. .

It can be said to be very miserable.

The first time was raw and the second time was familiar, Mo Wenyuan directly lifted the big furry tail of the weasel, knotted it smoothly with a rope, and hung it on the magic pestle. He looked up at the guests at the banquet, and the timid ones had already stood up. The shivering quails are like willow shoots knocked down by the spring rain, they clump together at the slightest disturbance, screaming to run away.

It's a pity that the weasel spirits came out too fast and were caught too fast. Before they could vent their fear, it was over. Now they were either standing or sitting, staggering and not daring to move forward. Not up or down, embarrassingly tight.

The hall was filled with a condensed silence, the band's music stopped, and everyone looked at Mo Wenyuan and the weasel spirit hanging from the pestle.

Mo Wenyuan clapped his hands, and the crisp sound broke the silence in the room. He said: "It's just a little monster. I'm afraid he was attracted by the smell of chicken and wanted to steal it. I have subdued him. It's okay," he said. Then he asked concerned, "Zhang Sanlang is good, he didn't get bumped just now, did he?"

Zhang Sanlang is the one who was "robbed by the population" just now. He has a round body and a bit huge, but he is a bold and fat man. I haven't touched a single hair." After finishing speaking, he should eat and drink, feeling contented.

Many of the gentlemen present had seen the big world, and the short farce not only did not scare them, but made them even more excited. Zhao Lang went to Mo Wenyuan's side first, his demeanor and tone were much more respectful than at the beginning, and asked him if the diamond in his hand was the demon pestle?

Mo Wenyuan responded, and then cupped his hands to the calm Zheng Duzhi and said: "It's freezing cold, this thing is delivered to the door, just to add a piece of leather to Duzhi." When these words came out, it was like freezing ice The atmosphere finally thawed, and the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle in his hand brought an unparalleled sense of security to the people present, as if it meant that as long as Mo Wenyuan was around, no ghosts or ghosts could get close.

Zheng Duzhi smiled, his heart pounding at the sight of the monster calmed down, and he sat back in his seat. The guests looked at Zhao Lang, who seemed to be talking about whether the banquet will be held or not after this episode. open.

Zhao Lang held the wine glass as if he was sipping his wine, and the corner of his eyes was fixed on Mo Wenyuan, watching him smile and nod to himself leisurely, and the weasel spirit that had not hurt anyone was still hanging upside down in mid-air, it was a bit pitiful to watch.

"If you panic, it's okay to leave, but in my opinion, Mo Dalang is very good at subduing demons, so he won't let me wait for something to happen." He pointed to the copper pot with a half-smile and said, "My mutton is not finished yet. , even if you leave, you have to wait until the washing is over."

Hearing his words, the standing lords all sat down one after another, and started a new round of toasting.

……

The weasel spirit was tied up with a rope and hung on the wall, and soon woke up.

When he woke up, Mo Wenyuan was cooking. The big cauldron was burning on the stove, the soup was boiling, the onion was cut into large pieces and thrown in, and the ginger was also in large pieces.

"Crack, creak, creak, creak—" The kitchen knife first sliced ​​the melon and eggplant, and then fell on the cutting board, "Kang Bang Bang Bang Bang", the weasel struggled to raise his head, and watched Mo Wenyuan pick up the hair that had been plucked and washed. The naked hen raised her arms high.

The back of the knife shone coldly.

"Bangdang-"

With the knife in hand, the hen was cut into eight pieces, and the seemingly hard bones were vulnerable to the sharp edge of the kitchen knife.

The weasel was terrified. In his heart, he had become a chicken on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

"Tick, tick, tick," Zhong Heiyang walked up to Mo Wenyuan with small steps, and began chatting bleating, bleating, and the racial talent made the weasel spirit understand Zhong Heiyang's words effortlessly.

Zhongheiyang: How do weasels eat?

Mo Wenyuan said casually: "There are many ways to eat, but you can treat it before eating. The bristles on the tail can be used as a brush, and the hair on the back can be used as a mattress. As for meat, I think he is very big , can eat two, just make three cups of weasel and then make weasel broth." He thought to himself, "I heard some folks say that weasels and foxes can't be eaten indiscriminately, I don't know if it's true or not."

Zhongheiyang: Just don’t give it to others, just feed it to me when it’s ready, it’s definitely fine.

weasel:? ? ?Are you a devil?Why do the same monsters make things difficult for monsters!

If Zhongheiyang knew what he was thinking, he would definitely dismiss it and bleat: "Who is the monster?"I am a beast!beast!Do the ancient beasts know?From the perspective of the food chain, he eats monsters!

Middle Black Sheep Baa Baa: What to do with Three Cups of Weasel?

"It's the same as the three-cup chicken." Mo Wenyuan has cooked three-cup chicken, and when he mentioned the black sheep in this dish, he had an impression.

While cutting the shiitake mushrooms, he said: "First chop the shiitake mushrooms, wash the meat and cut into small pieces, marinate them in rice wine to get rid of the smell of weasels, and add green onions and ginger to the wine."

"Then add oil to the pot and heat it up, put the weasel meat, cooking wine, scallions and ginger and stir-fry together until it's almost raw."

"After the meat is fried, put it in a casserole, add wine and simmer for 10 minutes on low heat, and the aroma will almost come out."

"I just finished processing this chicken, so I'll make you a three-cup chicken pad to pad your belly, and then eat the weasel after you're done eating, what do you think?"

Middle Heiyang: "Baa baa baa baa baa!"

Exactly what I want!

During the conversation, Mo Wenyuan had already cut the chicken into pieces. When he marinated the chicken pieces, he would also massage the chicken pieces, so that the taste of new spices in the wine could be fully transmitted through the skin surface to the depth of the meat texture, so the dishes made More flavorful.

The chicken nuggets are put into the pan and stir-fried. The pungent aroma of ginger, pepper, and green onions explode in the sound of oil crackling. The aroma of rice wine is long, mixed with vegetable oil The fragrance has been further amplified, filling every turret in the back kitchen. If the weasel smelled it on weekdays, his mind would be flustered, and he would steal a bite no matter what, but at this time he was frightened out of his wits, and the fur all over his body exploded , Where did he smell the smell of chicken, it was clearly his own.

In a daze, he felt that he had become that chicken, waiting to be chopped off.

Zhongheiyang has already been conquered by the taste of Three Cups of Chicken. The chicken is extremely smooth and has the unique aroma of wine. Even the brown soup is very good for rice. Now give him a pot of white rice and he can eat the juice. During the stewing process, the shiitake mushrooms are full of soup, and when they are knocked with sharp teeth, the full juice rushes out of the holes.

Not to mention the chicken, even the black sheep had been licked clean from the bones. The two of them looked back at the weasel spirit at the same time and smiled.

Middle Black Sheep: Hey hey hey hey hey hey!

Mo Wenyuan: Hehehehehehehehe!

The weasel spirit was frightened and fainted!

……

After Zheng Duzhi's birthday banquet was over, Mo Wenyuan's reputation went up to a higher level. There are two rumors about his reputation. last eat.

Another well-known reputation is his ability to subdue demons and demons. There were quite a few lords who watched him subdue the weasel three times and five times. up.

The five Shu families were not affected too much, so they invited eminent monks to check the courtyard inside and out that night, and there was nothing but weasel spirits, but other female performers found some vixen and other small spirits.

The business of Li Sanniang's restaurant is still booming. One day, Mo Wenyuan was counting the belongings that he was about to bring back to Chang'an City, but he was called out by the waiter when he didn't want to.

"Mo Dalang! Mo Dalang!"

Mo Wenyuan said: "What's the matter?"

The clerk didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "An old man came to your door to find you to get rid of the demon."

Mo Wenyuan: "Huh?"

Zhongheiyang, who came Yiran: "Baa baa baa baa?"

One person and one sheep walked into the courtyard under the leadership of the buddy. The old man was really pitiful, not to mention his weak and trembling voice, but also bitter.

In the backyard, Zhongheiyang felt that something was wrong, entered the room with Mo Wenyuan, and saw a trembling old man standing up and saying hello: "But Mo Dalang?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "I am, dare to ask what's the matter?"

The old man trembled and said: "I have something to ask for. I heard that Mr. Mo Dalang is very good at subduing demons, so I have a heartless request. Xiang Lang can help me achieve it."

"I used to live in the mountains with my wife, my wife. I worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. Unexpectedly, a few days ago, a monster fell from the sky and took my boss lady away."

Mo Wenyuan frowned and said, "What does that monster look like?" He murmured in his heart that he had already come to Luoyang City, why he didn't go to the eminent monk of the great temple, but came to him instead, which was extremely strange.

"I didn't see what it looked like, I only know that it has yellow hair on its cheeks and a tiger skin apron around its waist."

"This monster is extremely fierce. I tried my best to stop him, old man. My wife and daughter were taken away."

After hearing this, Mo Wenyuan felt that the words he said were very familiar, so he asked curiously: "What do you say is the name of that ridge, and where is it?"

"It's called Baihu Ridge, I'll take you there."

Bai, Baihuling?

Isn't that the old lair of the White Bone Demon?He looked at the Bone Demon and recited the scriptures in his heart. The scriptures broke through the confusion and made the prototype of the monster appear in front of his eyes. The white skull suddenly fell into Mo Wenyuan's eyes.

Mo Wenyuan's expression changed drastically. The Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle was immediately pulled out, and Zhongheiyang was killed in front of him. He was about to jump on the old man and trampled on it with an iron hoof.

Seeing the two people reacting like this, the old man even wanted to run away, but unfortunately Mo Wenyuan and Zhong Heiyang were blocking the front and the back, so he didn't even have a place to run.

The middle black sheep completely showed its ferocious nature, grabbed the old man's neck, and only heard a crisp clicking sound. The old man's bones were twisted into a strange arc, but his face was full of ferocious intent.

Mo Wenyuan nailed the subduing magic pestle without hesitation, and hit the old man's skull with the flatter end, the flesh gradually receded, leaving only the white skeleton.

The skeleton frame creaked and vibrated non-stop, and wanted to escape. The middle black sheep had a big mouth, showing sharp teeth, and directly crushed the snow-white bones.

Mo Wenyuan chanted the most powerful Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and black air came out from the bones of Bai Gujing, and soon he became an immobile skeleton, scattered into a ball on the ground.

One person and one sheep looked at the skeleton with strange expressions.

"Shouldn't the White Bone Demon in Baihuling be beaten to death by the Great Sage? Why did he come to Luoyang?"

Are you still looking for him?

Thinking of this, Mo Wenyuan felt a little scared. Many monsters appeared on the journey of Journey to the West. The Bone Demon is undoubtedly the most difficult and powerful in his life. If he hadn’t watched a lot of related movies and TV shows, When you hear Baihuling, you may not be able to know its identity.

Hey, if he was given a chance to fool himself, he might really be eaten.

Mo Wenyuan looked at Zhongheiyang with loving eyes, this friend is really too reliable, they teamed up two by two, and the first wave took away the Bone Demon, great!

Zhong Heiyang noticed Mo Wenyuan's loving eyes and felt a little shy.

"Baa baa baa baa baa baa!"

Are his skeletons edible?

Zhongheiyang didn't know where he had heard that the meat and bones of monsters were more delicious.

Mo Wenyuan: Emmmmmmm

"Probably not edible?"