Datang First Chef

Curry is a kind of food that is very suitable for taking on the road. The production process is simple and quick. You only need to bring the ground curry powder and turmeric. When it is cold, you can directly freeze them into curry cubes and cook them Toss a piece when it's time to eat, even with just a few vegetables, it's delicious.

Tang Seng himself does not eat curry, but he also has a heart for his apprentices. Mo Wenyuan gave him a large amount of curry powder, as long as they take some turmeric tubers with them, they can make some curry anytime and anywhere during the future journey. .

The West Paradise Learning Group has long been Mo Wenyuan's loyal customers. Except for those meaty smells that can't be eaten, they bought all the convenience foods from Li Sanniang's restaurant. With these foods, their journey westward was smoother than in previous years Many, at least they don't need to live on dry food and water.

After walking with Mo Wenyuan for a while, not to mention Zhu Bajie and other delicious food, even Xuanzang’s face was plump. He counted what he had done recently, and thought that he was not a plaything, but he also I had a great time, no, no, he is a person who wants to preach the scriptures and a person who wants to practice, and he can't be addicted to delicious food.

After thinking about this, Master Xuanzang came to Mo Wenyuan to bid farewell: "I want to go to the countries of northern India to give lectures on scriptures and Taoism, and I will say goodbye to Mo Dalang. The journey to the west is long. If there is fate, I will see you again."

Mo Wenyuan blinked his eyes and said: "Even if you can't see it on the westbound road, you can see it when you return to Chang'an." He clearly remembered that Tang Xuanzang returned to Chang'an, and it might only be a few years.

Master Xuanzang nodded happily and said, "You are right."

Saying goodbye to Mo Wenyuan, the saddest thing is Zhu Bajie. During this period of time, except for the fact that the master is watching closely, he can’t eat meat. He is living a fairy life. good.

Bajie is a pig that is easily satisfied. As long as there are beautiful ladies and sisters to watch and delicious food to eat in his pig life, he is already very happy. The existence of Mo Wenyuan has fulfilled his second wish , live like a duck to water.

Tang Seng supervised him quite strictly, staring at him not to eat big meat, and the day of parting was approaching, he was hungry and courageous again, and took risks, wanting to beg some food from Mo Wenyuan.

Zhu Bajie has a clear goal, he wants dried pork and jerky!

He is not a congenital pig, and he dislikes those of his kind. As for eating them, he has no psychological burden at all, so he went straight to Mo Wenyuan and said, "Can Da Lang give me some dried pork? I can't bear the smell of meat."

Mo Wenyuan wondered: "Yes, yes, but Master Xuanzang doesn't let you eat meat?"

"I'm afraid, even if we are found out, Master will only look for me, and have nothing to do with Da Lang."

"All right, all right, but I don't have much dried pork on hand."

"Just give me a mouthful."

Mo Wenyuan gave him a small package of pork jerky, and Zhongheiyang came out of his hiding place after giving it to him, and looked in the direction Zhu Bajie left, full of mockery.

Mo Wenyuan sighed: "I'm afraid it won't be long before Master Xuanzang will return the jerky."

Too bad Bajie!

……

When Bajie got the dried meat, he couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth, but he didn't know that the master seemed to have eyes carved in the back of his head, and a ghostly voice sounded from behind him for no reason.

"Bajie, what are you eating?"

Zhu Bajie:! ! !

Where did Master come from?

He calmly said: "I'm eating... the food Mo Dalang gave, dried vegetables, yes, dried vegetables."

Sun Wukong and Longma followed Tang Seng, their eyes showed sympathy, Bajie, Bajie, how do you not know the importance of honesty?

The upright Monk Sha said: "I can clearly smell the smell of meat, it seems to be the pork jerky that the sheep ate before."

Zhu Bajie became angry from embarrassment: "Third Junior Brother, do you want to have your teeth brushed?"

Master Xuanzang became even more annoyed: Well, at this time, he still wants to threaten his fellow disciples, he should be beaten.

He raised the bristle brush and said, "Bajie, you are the one who should be brushed."

In the end, Mo Wenyuan didn't even see the bloody Zhu Bajie, but Master Xuanzang handed the jerky to him with an apologetic face, and then left.He looked at the food in his hand, with a deep look in his eyes: You are really a bag of sinful meat jerky!

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The winter is gone, and the first blooming of winter jasmine brings the message of spring. The sun is getting higher and the temperature is getting warmer day by day. The crabapple flowers on both sides of Li Sanniang’s courtyard are in full bloom, and other flowers are also in full bloom. The courtyard is full of purples and reds. , beautiful scenery.

The situation in Chang’an City is quite different from the past. Just like in modern times, people in Tang Dynasty would imitate and seek profit. Since Li Sanniang took the lead and invited lay monks in the restaurant, other restaurants followed suit. They have Some invited monks to tell other stories, some invited entertainers of various operas, and some invited some witty words on the street to make a living. In a short period of time, all the restaurants in Chang'an City racked their brains to provide entertainment facilities, and the precarious entertainers also found stability. work.

Li Sanniang is the leader. After other restaurants have followed suit, the business of the restaurant has been affected a little bit, but the impact is not great. On some days, it can even be said to be negligible. Lang related?

Mo Wenyuan did a lot of great things on the westward journey. The monks and businessmen who came from afar returned to Beijing with news of him. Monk Huiyuan and his disciples worked non-stop to help him write a new book of popular lectures. The popularity is getting higher and higher, not to mention Chang'an City, even Luoyang Jiangnan and other places are full of flowers, and various stories and legends related to it have appeared.

Some legends are changed according to reality, while others are typical works of literati. They pay attention to the storyline but ignore the logic and rationality of it, and there is no basis in reality. Even if Mo Wenyuan saw these books, he might not be able to recognize them. He was talking about himself.

There are not many people in Dongtu who have this kind of treatment. Mo Wenyuan's fame can only be said to be due to Li Sanniang's hype, his own strength is also high, and he has the support of a big temple behind him. There was no reason for the fire.

Li Sanniang was busy working in the restaurant. During Mo Wenyuan's absence, Li Sanniang's restaurant opened two more branches. Recently, she was thinking about whether to integrate and merge the various windows that stretched across the street. The semi-finished products sold in the store were too large. There are too many, it is not cost-effective to open multiple windows to sell, it is better to gather them together and let others choose.

If Mo Wenyuan knew her thinking, he would be amazed that Li Sanniang’s thinking was similar to that of modern supermarkets. However, in the Tang Dynasty, when opening a comprehensive supermarket, one had to consider whether there were pickpockets. If there is any room left, the law stipulates that the stolen goods obtained by the thief should be converted into silk, and then the number of silk can be used to calculate the number of rod punishment.

Whether it is the process of converting into silk, or the strength of the stick punishment, there are gaps in the jump. Generally, unless you have stolen a heavy treasure, it is just a slight injury of flesh and blood.Not to mention that the year of Zhenguan has not yet reached the level of not closing the door at night and not picking up lost things. Years of natural disasters have cultivated many wandering refugees and beggars.

Li Sanniang has a benevolent heart and is willing to provide these people with job opportunities, but it does not mean that she is willing to let thieves enter the store.

She wasn't going to give up her idea, so she thought about the solution alone. One of them was to find Mo Wenyuan. When the monster who was traveling with him came back, the matter would be resolved. Just keep a weasel spirit in the store. Still can't see who stole it?

But Li Sanniang is not prepared to rely on her son in this matter. She believes that ordinary people have their own solutions. Human beings are social animals, even stealing children is often organized. There are often some heroes behind the scenes who support them. After stealing rations, they will share equally , raise those homeless beggars.

The folk customs are relatively simple these days, and there are no wicked people who raise children and make them steal things or even provide for themselves.

Li Sanniang opened up a new way of thinking, saying that there are specializations in the art industry, and there are rules for all walks of life, wine shops have rules for wine shops, businessmen have rules for businessmen, and there are also rules for Laidouer and Ren Xia. If she finds the leader among them, explains the reason, and pays some food and money to "worship the wharf", wouldn't she be able to guarantee safety?

The thief's matter is left to the thief to solve, except for themselves, I am afraid that no one knows more about it.

While she was thinking, she was suddenly stopped by a familiar diner. Just now, everyone had listened to a new lecture about Mo Wenyuan. At this time, everyone was in high spirits, and they asked Li Sanniang: "Sanniang, when will Dalang return?" ?”

Li Sanniang became energetic when she heard her son's name: "The return date is uncertain, but I think it will be next year anyway." Corresponding with her, it is said that Tianzhu discovered a fabric that can replace the feathers and silks of various colors in their winter jackets, and it is something that can benefit people's livelihood.

He wants to wait for this thing to mature and bring it back to Chang'an to dedicate to the saints, so that it can be promoted among the people and enter thousands of households.

Not many people died of freezing in winter in the Tang Dynasty, but it is not impossible. Moreover, even if they did not freeze to death, it would be very bad if they caught a cold and suffered some damage to their bodies.

This is an era when a cold can kill a person, so it is better to dress warmly if you can.

Li Sanniang doesn't know why Mo Wenyuan discovered the fabric, but she can tell from his words that she is determined. Most of the crops are harvested in autumn, and even if they return next year, it will not be until the middle of the year.

After hearing this, everyone sighed: "It will take so long, it is really hard for Da Lang."

"What's the matter? Master Xuanzang traveled to the west for more than ten years, isn't it good?"

"It should be hard for me to wait. Without Dalang, there won't be much new food to eat. Hey, I just hope that Dalang will cook more food on the way west, and then bring them back to the capital. Let me wait for countless delicacies. eat."

"Superficial! Superficial indeed!"

"Hey, I don't know what Dalang looks like now."

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In the eighth and ninth month of the lunar calendar, the Bai Diezi in Fanyana Kingdom matured. Mo Wenyuan, Wang Xuance and others came as promised to see the role of the Bai Diezi.

If he was still a half-aged boy when he came to Tianzhu, after staying here for nearly a year, he is already an absolute youth. Now it is the end of Zhenguan's 17th year, and in a few months it will be Zhenguan's 18th year, and Mo Wenyuan will also be 16 years old. The whole age is a false age.

In modern times, he was considered an adult, but in the Tang Dynasty, he was already a young man of the right age to get married and have children. Mo Wenyuan didn't have that kind of heart, but he never thought about getting married.

The sunlight in Tianzhu is relatively strong. He inherited Li Sanniang's fair skin, but after being exposed to the wind and sun day after day, Mo Wenyuan's skin color is still much darker. Personally, he is very satisfied and has no dreams. The bronzed skin in the middle, but not as white as before.

Wang Xuance also comforted him and said: "It's all right, if you go back to the capital and cover it for a couple of months, you'll be white." Love romantic and elegant things, but others should follow the trend?

Mo Wenyuan said: "No, it's okay, I think darker skin color is better."

Wang Xuance suddenly realized: "That's right, Mo Dalang is going to enter Buddhism, he is different from those gentlemen who chase after ladies' attention."

Mo Wenyuan became even more depressed: "No, no, I don't want to enter Buddhism."

During the conversation between the two, the big black sheep walked into Mo Wenyuan and gently rubbed his head with its dragon horn. After more than half a year of growth, he finally grew from a middle black sheep to a big black sheep. The size can be compared to that of an adult Sheep, I don't know if it's because he eats too well, his fur is smooth and smooth, and it can reflect light in the sun.

The big black sheep's nose is sharper than a dog's. Sniffing around Mo Wenyuan, he seems to be able to smell the sun. He "baa baa baa baa" expressed his loyalty: It's good to be tanned, and the white one The skin smells like milk, and now the skin smells like sunshine, like, like roasted meat!

There was a black line on Mo Wenyuan's forehead: You might as well not talk about this metaphor.

Wang Xuance asked curiously, "Why didn't Dalang enter Buddhism?" He was respected even in Tianzhu. Some mages said after talking with Mo Wenyuan that he was profound in Buddhism and strong in Buddha nature, which is very comparable to others.

Those of them who were traveling with him saw that he was reciting scriptures and using the magic pestle easily, and they all accepted the assumption that Mo Wenyuan would enter Buddhism, so it would be strange if he didn't.

Mo Wenyuan said earnestly: "After entering Buddhism, you can no longer kill animals, and you can no longer eat meat."

"There are so many sheep, pigs, and fish in the world waiting for me to cook, how can I ignore them?"

Thinking about the pork jerky he made, Wang Xuance's expression became very serious.

"Too."

Not being able to cook meat was too cruel to Mo Wenyuan, and it was too cruel to them.

Brahmayana country produces a lot of cotton, and wealthy families can barely buy enough cotton. Instead of using cotton as stuffing, they use cotton like flax, rub it together to make silk thread, and weave it.

There is no problem with this method of use. Cotton materials are still very popular in later generations, but from the perspective of Mo Wenyuan's superficial thinking, it is more useful to make cotton clothes directly than weaving cloth. Weaving less, why not do it?

He directly spent money to buy cotton, which is not an ingredient. Neither Mo Wenyuan's common sense of life nor the God of Cooking system could tell him the quality of the cotton output. He felt that the quality of the cotton he harvested was barely good. .

Although the colleagues in Xitian fetching sugar are all men, some of them know how to tailor clothes. Not to mention others, the monks in the temple definitely know how to do it. For example, Huikong is good at tailoring clothes. He followed Mo Wenyuan's instructions. Made a jacket that a grown man can wear, the snow-white cotton is the interlayer, filled between two pieces of fabric.

He has experience in making clothes. When he sees cotton, he directly kneads them into balls and arranges them into the shape of clothes. Finally, he simply seals the two sides, and a simple cotton coat is ready. It only takes a little time.

In order to feel the warmth of the cotton coat, Mo Wenyuan put it on first.

At this time the weather had become cold, he also put on the animal fur jacket, and shivered after taking off the fur jacket.

I didn't feel much when the clothes were put on, and the temperature only came up after the cold wind blew. Mo Wenyuan was tall, but tall and thin. He was wrapped in a big cotton jacket, as if he was going out with a quilt The freezing ghost.

He thought to himself that it would be great if he had a down quilt to wear when he went out, but it would be nice to choose a quilt instead without a down quilt.

After warming the padded jacket with his body temperature, he reluctantly took it off, handed it to Wang Xuance and said, "Doctor Wang, try it on."

With Mo Wenyuan warming his clothes first, Wang Xuance felt warm when he put them on. The cool autumn wind blew one after another, but he was not cold at all.

"It's actually much warmer than silk, even if ordinary sheepskin is folded together, it's not as warm as this clothes."

Poor people who have no money often stuff their jackets with rags and low-quality silk. Needless to say, their temperature is too cold to wear even if they are stuffed more. They are also used as stuffing, and white dishes are very good.

Moreover, looking at the large number of white dippers planted on both sides of the river bank of Fanyana country, we know that this plant can be planted in large quantities.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" he exclaimed,

But Mo Wenyuan said: "There is one thing I don't know." He said, "Bai Diezi can be planted in Tianzhu, but the fields of Tang Dynasty are very rainy and rich, which is very different from Tianzhu. I am worried that it will not grow in Eastern soil. live."

After hearing this, Wang Xuance thought about it, and felt that this was a problem, but he continued: "Even if the planting in the south is full of rain, you can still look at it in the northwest. For example, Liangzhou City, the rainwater land is similar to that of Tianzhu. It is really not possible. Let’s go to Liangzhou and other places to plant this plant, and if the yield is high, it can feed the people of one side.”

Compared with places in the Central Plains or the South, Liangzhou is simply poor. Not only are the people tough, but life is not peaceful. Wang Xuance has traveled to many places and has rich life experience. He has been a county magistrate in a poor county, and also a hometown of the rich. An official from the Han Dynasty has his own experience: "The barren land is so poor, Guanzi has a saying that the warehouse knows the etiquette, and the food and clothing are sufficient, and the honor and disgrace are known. If this thing can be grown on a dry land similar to Tianzhu, these are not good for the people. The land for food will be useful, and the local people will have crops that can be sold abroad.”

From this point of view, it does not matter much whether a watery area can be planted or not.

As he said that, Wang Xuance wrapped his "quilt" tightly again. It's late autumn, and it gets colder every day. Even wearing a leather jacket can't withstand the chill on his body. Now it's finally easy to have a piece of clothing that can make him feel warm. , just wear more.

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At the end of the 17th year of Zhenguan, the sugar missions who visited Tianzhu set foot on their way back. When they came, they only brought gold and silver treasures for exchange. When they returned, those treasures became seeds and spices collected by the mission team. What.

Not to mention curry, he even took the seeds of turmeric, which is planted in eastern soil, but the amount of planting is a bit small, and even some turmeric is randomly scattered as wild plants.

It is not an ingredient that can make a dish. In Tang people's mind, the status of turmeric is closer to the important one.

All kinds of seeds, plants, and the technology they learned from Magadha, the carriage carrying these things is so heavy that they can't even take a step in the desert.

In the end, the big black sheep couldn't see it anymore, and pushed the car out of the deep loess and sandy environment with its incomparably precious horns.

Mo Wenyuan patted Big Black Sheep on the head, expressing that he was very satisfied with his extra service.

Now that it has been the 18th year of Zhenguan, it is hard to say whether he will meet Master Xuanzang who also returned to Chang'an, but Mo Wenyuan unexpectedly met a person in the Western Regions who he never expected to appear here.

Master Huizhi greeted Mo Wenyuan calmly and said: "Mo Da, I didn't expect that I would meet here."

Mo Wenyuan wondered: "Master Huizhi, why are you here?"

The Buddhists in the team all know him, Huizhi has supernatural powers, and he has also been known to subdue demons and eliminate demons. As far as monk Huiyuan said, no one in Daxingshan Temple is better than him in dealing with monsters.

"I was just traveling around the world, spreading the meaning of Buddha while walking, and I arrived in the Western Regions." Huizhi said with a serious expression, "I met you waiting while I was walking, it must be the arrangement of the Buddha. "

Huikong backed Master Huizhi and said: "Master Huizhi is indeed like this. He travels all over the world and has his footprints in every corner of the eastern land."

After hearing this, Mo Wenyuan was in awe: "It is a rare fate to meet you in the Western Regions."

"Please allow me to treat Master to a good meal."

Master Huizhi laughed secretly in his heart: "Then respect is worse than obedience."

The big black sheep knew the true face of Master Huizhi. He looked at the other party with a look of shock: I didn't expect you to be such a Bodhisattva!

Master Huizhi waved his hand secretly, and concealed the remaining words of him, so as not to ruin his reputation by the big black sheep.

Mo Wenyuan: Huh?Why is there no sound?

Big Black Sheep: Baa baa baa baa baa!

Shameless!

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Master Huizhi and Mo Wenyuan are half-masters. Mo Wenyuan's ability to subdue demons and demons was taught by him. The latter respects him very much, and he is very careful when cooking.

The image of Master Huizhi is different from that of a bodhisattva. The latter has become a symbol of the gluttonous god in Mo Wenyuan's mind, while the image of the former is very grand and upright, as if there are no shortcomings.

Gluttony and gluttony are also invisible.

Master Huizhi: Because I can change my form and go to Li Sanniang’s restaurant to buy it!

They are now in the Western Regions, the environmental conditions are not very good, and Mo Wenyuan can only cook some simple food.

Taking advantage of Mo Wenyuan cooking in front, Master Huizhi secretly pulled the big black sheep aside and said, "Hey hey hey hey, sheep, let's exchange information."

"Look, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have met Mo Dalang back then, right? Now I just want some food, so don't expose me. We will eat together when Mo Dalang brings out the food. Seeing how we get along For the sake of long time, good brothers go together."

Big Black Sheep: "Baa baa baa baa baa."

Bah, who is your good brother!

It can be said that it is very dishonest!

The climate in the Western Regions is not very good. Cen Shen mentioned in "Bai Xuege Sending Judge Wu Returning to Beijing" that "the north wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks, and Hu Tian blows snow in August". This term is used to describe the climate of the Western Regions It's very appropriate, not to mention that it's spring now, and it hasn't warmed up yet. If they were not wearing big cotton jackets, they would definitely be shivering from the cold.

Mo Wenyuan danced around the pot for a while, and found that the big black sheep hadn't come, so he simply looked for it. He stretched out his head and said, "Sheep, what are you doing?"

Big Black Sheep: "Baa baa baa baa baa!"

This man he no no no no no!

Huizhi said: "No, no, nothing." He grabbed the big black sheep and left.

Mo Wenyuan:? ? ?

OK!

The simple food in his mouth is pancakes, which can be eaten for a long time after making them once. He learned the method of this stuff in the Western Regions. It is called shortbread pancakes in later generations, and it is one of the famous dishes in Shaanxi.

The shortbread first appeared in history during the Tang Dynasty. It has the reputation of being the first point in the Western Qin Dynasty. Its color is white like jade, the crispy layer is clear, fragrant and crispy, oily but not greasy. You will be impressed by its taste when you eat it for the first time. It is greasy, but with the living standard of the Tang Dynasty, there is no chance for people to get greasy.

He first took some flour and kneaded it evenly. Li Sanniang made a fortune making steamed cakes, and his control over the dough was also improved to an extraordinary level.After kneading, he took the same amount of flour, stirred and kneaded it into snowflake-like pieces, and spread the snowflakes on the temporary stove top, letting the northwest wind blow to cool down.

The wind in the northwest was really strong, and there was a lot of wind and sand. Fortunately, the big black sheep that was dragged away by Huizhi escaped from the claws of the devil, and came over to cast a small spell to prevent the dust from falling on the pancakes.

Mo Wenyuan praised him very much: "Sheep know my heart."

Big Black Sheep:! !

Do you know, know?

Sounds so good!

After the snowflake noodles cooled, he added vegetable oil to the noodles and kneaded them. The kneaded noodles had a nice name called water oil noodles.

The water and oil noodles are flat and round, wrapped in crisp noodles, wrapped and rolled into long pieces, rolled up from one end, and then rolled into long strips, and the long strips are cut into small pieces of noodle cakes, and then rolled with a rolling pin Roll out the dough.The oil was heating up in the pan, and Mo Wenyuan was seen stirring the oil with a stick in his right hand, and lowering the pancakes with his left hand.

This time he spent a lot of money, even though Mo Wenyuan was familiar with the method of making vegetable oil, he would make some from time to time when it was convenient on the road, but this time he also used up most of the stock.

The golden oil cake floated from the pot, both sides were almost white. He fished out the oil cake and left it to drain. Comparable to black sheep.

He gulped his saliva and said, "Can I have a piece?"

"Of course, it's for Master to eat."

"crunch-"

Mo Wenyuan made the crispy kind of shortbread. When you bite into it, you can see that the shortbread is broken into two pieces, and the crumbs are flying in the air, like golden wheat grains.

Fragrant, crispy, crispy, the teeth are grinding on the crispbread, the sound is echoing in the brain, the aroma is hard to describe in words, the smell of milk, the smell of wheat, the smell of oil, the simple food is delicious in terms of texture and taste It has reached the extreme, especially Huizhi likes to eat hard food, and his restless stomach has finally reached perfection.

You did the right thing by going to the Western Regions to find Mo Dacengfan!

Big Black Sheep: "Baa baa baa baa baa!"

shameless!