Datang First Chef

The monk and the sheep looked at each other, wide-eyed and small-eyed, the wise monk rarely hesitated, he stretched out his hand to dig his ear and said, "What did you just say?"

The humanoid Taotie looks good, righteous and awe-inspiring, but what he said is completely different: "I said that at the third watch, my hips and lower legs were hard—" before he could say anything, the wise monk waved his hands again and again, " Don't, don't, don't, don't say it." I thought to myself, I am a monk and a Buddhist family, why should I listen to your obscene words?

Taotie was still quite unhappy and said: "What do you mean? You are the one who asked me to say it, and you are the one who didn't let me say it. Is this question hard to answer?" His expression became more serious, "Could it be some kind of disease?" He thought Dao himself, as a dragon son, has a tough body, so how could something go wrong?However, this matter is indeed unusual, hey, he is really worried!

If something goes wrong, how will he protect Mo Dalang, how will he find food for him, and how will he accompany him?

Fortunately, monk Huizhi denied it immediately: "No, no, no, it's not really a disease. You are a son of a dragon, how could you get sick."

"I think so too, but this thing is really troublesome, it makes me restless and full of thoughts, and it really affects my finding food for Da Lang." He frowned, "I wish I didn't have this thing."

Huizhi wiped his sweat: cut, cut?This is too cruel!

The big black sheep is a werewolf.

Huizhi stared at him for a while, but he was really no match for him, so he could only act as an elder to help the big black sheep solve the mystery of his body. He sighed and said, "Come with me first."

The two disappeared into the night.

……

"What—"

"What—"

"What—"

Huizhi and Taotie landed on the grassland. At this time, the night was still and everything was still. Most of the animals had fallen asleep. In order to find the sheep that had recovered the spirit of the dragon and the horse, and was in the crotch, the Bodhisattva really wasted a lot of thought.

The male goat traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, and a fierce son lay on the back of the female goat, shook it twice, was thrown off, and then stepped up again, persevering and persevering.

The only problem is that the time for them to mate and mate is too short in the eyes of humans. If you ask the shepherds who raise sheep, they will tell them that the sheep mate and mate for no more than five seconds at a time, but if you let them mate, Matching can last for five to six days. That's what it means when you don't have enough time to come and make up.

Taotie's beautiful apricot eyes have turned into bean eyes. He also has a sheep's body and good eyesight. He can easily see what the rams and ewes are doing. He just lacks physiological common sense. Hui Zhi stammered: "They do this to breed new lamb, and so is the transformation of your body."

The nature of the dragon is obscene, and the big black sheep has come to the season of estrus!

I see!Taotie suddenly realized: "So, should I find a female dragon?"

Huizhi stopped talking, and stared at him with dead fish eyes, as if saying, do you think it is appropriate to talk about this with a monk?

Taotie didn't care much about the thoughts of the monks, he asked himself and answered: "No, no, female dragon, I don't want to mate with them." He is the son of the first dragon in the world, so he is both a dragon son and an innate fierce dragon. Beasts, if they mate and mate for the sake of mate and mate, the little female dragons in Houtianhe are not as good as him, and he is not willing to spend time on this matter, so it is better to find more food if he has the time.

Thinking of this, Taotie's expression turned bitter and bitter. Originally, he wanted to be strong and able to use spells more freely when he became an adult, but now that he thinks about it, everything has advantages and disadvantages, and not everything is good.

After he figured it out, he nodded and thanked Huizhi for solving his problem, then turned into Liu Guang and left the sheep's paradise.

Huizhi: "..."

Hey, talk about it!

……

The 19th year of Zhenguan is approaching, and Tang Xuanzang, who has traveled westward for 19 years, is finally returning to Chang'an.

When they were still one month away from Chang'an, the sage discussed with some of his confidants how to entertain Tang Monk and hosted a banquet to welcome him.

"Since Yudi is a monk, you can't eat it at ordinary banquets. You need to cook some exquisite vegetarian dishes, and then replace the wine with tea." He touched his chin and said, "The Shangshi Bureau's meat dishes are good, but the vegetarian dishes are not good enough. It's unbearable to entertain Younger brother."

Although the sage is a wise king, he is also very ostentatious. He especially attaches great importance to Xuanzang's journey to the West to learn scriptures.

A courtier said: "Master Xuanzang has a good relationship with Mo Wenyuan and Mo Dalang, and Mo Dalang is very good at vegetarian banquets, and he uses this to worship Guanshiyin Bodhisattva. It should be good for him to do it."

After hearing this, the sage also thought it was right, but he also said: "He was not born in a government office. If Mo Dalang was called to cook, what reason should he have?"

"Mo Dalang was willing to organize the banquet. In Chang'an, Luoyang, Jiangnan and other places, he brought his apprentices to cook for the banquet. You just need to find him to discuss the price of the dishes. The money and the goods are cleared, no need to make a fuss."

The sage said: "Being a businessman also has the benefits of being a businessman." He nodded and said, "That's fine. I'll send someone to investigate in a few days."

……

Mo Wenyuan and Tang Xuanzang did not contact each other by letter, because Sun Wukong always had to go back and forth between the two places to buy all kinds of food. For example, he bought a lot of pastries for the Double Ninth Festival.

Master Xuanzang is not very willing to indulge his appetite, but he does not want to treat his ascetic monks harshly. If Sun Wukong and the others want to eat, they will not stop them.

Accompanied by desserts that even monks can eat, the road back to the west seems to have turned pink.

Sun Wukong brought him the news of his return: "In another month, I will arrive in Chang'an."

Mo Wenyuan was packing food in his hand and said, "So fast?"

"Yes." He nodded and said, "I'm afraid I'll be bothering you a lot when I come back." Sanniang's restaurant will be locked in for two meals a day.

"It's okay, I can't wait for the great sage to come to the door every day."

While talking, Sun Wukong also noticed the big black sheep lying on the ground in depression, he hesitated and asked: "What happened?" I always feel that the big black sheep is not in a good mood and lacks energy!

But this time even Mo Wenyuan couldn't give an answer. He frowned and was a little melancholy: "I don't know, but he has been lying on the ground since a certain day, depressed, and he is not in a good mood except when eating."

At first, he thought that the big black sheep was sick or something was wrong, but he found that the other party ate a lot as usual and also liked to grab food, and he gave up this idea after the food he found was plentiful and good.He can eat and drink, and his body should be fine. Judging by his appearance, he may have some minor troubles in adolescence.

Mo Wenyuan is not a spiritual mentor, he is just a cook, so he can only be put aside for the time being, and wait for Yang to figure it out.

Sun Wukong has a pair of piercing eyes that can see through everything, he said: "Bajie is also like this sometimes, looking at the sky in a melancholy blank."

Mo Wenyuan asked curiously, "What is he thinking?"

"The female fairy who thinks it is impossible to be with him in this life."

"I don't think the big black sheep should be hurt by this matter."

"Hard to say."

The big black sheep heard what Sun Wukong said, and he looked up at Sun Wukong, as if saying how can you do this?

It hits the nail on the head!

……

Not long after Sun Wukong left, the county magistrate of Chang'an came to his door. Mo Wenyuan dealt with the county magistrate several times, either to find him to convey the will of the saint or to distribute the land to give rewards.

Mo Wenyuan was taken aback when he came to Chang'an county magistrate to ask questions this time. He tried first: "I heard that Da Lang will help people cook banquets, but is it true?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "It's true." It's just that the price is very high, and he doesn't usually undertake ordinary banquets. After all, Mo Wenyuan prefers to cook for those festivals or banquets held by famous people with many people present.

Chang'an County Magistrate breathed a sigh of relief after hearing his answer, "Dashan, I have a banquet to discuss with Mo Dalang."

"What's the matter?"

"It's a banquet for Master Xuanzang to return to Beijing."

Mo Wenyuan was shocked after hearing this: "Shouldn't the banquet be funded by Shangshi Bureau? Why is it my turn?"

"The sage said there are three reasons. First, Mo Dalang is acquainted with Master Xuanzang, so he must be familiar with his taste; Thirdly, Da Lang is good at cooking vegetarian food, even Guanyin Bodhisattva praised him for his exquisite craftsmanship."

The three reasons were all in front of him, and Mo Wenyuan absolutely could not refuse. He just took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart and said: "Success, leave this matter to me, thank you saint for your love."

This is a state banquet!He screamed excitedly in his heart.

In modern times, he only followed his master to help in state banquets. Now that he has become the chef, how could he be unhappy?

……

A raging flame was burning under the stove, and the bronze arms were strong and strong. The heavy cauldron was picked up with one hand, and the vegetables in the pot were thrown into the air and then fell back to the surface of the pot.

Zhao Shenshan was able to skillfully use the technique of frying pans, and Mo Wenyuan had already mastered the technique of frying in his hands. As the master's first disciple, he was very mature in terms of skills, words and deeds.

It stands to reason that he could become a teacher and establish his own family long ago, but he is not very willing. According to Zhao Shenshan, his cooking skills are not advanced enough, far from the standard to be able to be independent, and he still wants to meet the master more several years.

I don't know if it's the curse of Mo Wenyuan's disciples, most of his disciples are still single, and so is Zhao Shenshan, the matchmaker is about to break through the fence of their house, and there is no way for him to get married.

"Zhao Lang! Zhao Lang! There is a letter from Chang'an!"

The guy yelled and approached the back kitchen, but lingered at the door, not daring to go in.No matter where Li Sanniang's restaurant is, there is an iron rule, the kitchen is an important place, idlers are not allowed to enter, and the waiters think they are idlers.

Zhao Shenshan served the dishes, put them on a plate, and then ran out quickly, reaching out to take the letter from the clerk.The letter from Chang'an was most likely sent by Master, and he couldn't wait to know the contents of the letter.

As he read the lines, his eyes opened wider and wider, and finally he broke through the door and ran out of the yard.

Facing Zhao Shenshan, who was as handsome as the wind, the clerk was dumbfounded, and could only chase after him: "Zhao Lang! Zhao Lang! What are you doing?"

His voice spread through the wind, long and distant: "Master told me to go back to Chang'an, I have to go back immediately!"

The man said at the top of his voice, "Then you can't run to Chang'an, Zhao Lang!"

……

After Mo Wenyuan's letter arrived, his disciples scattered in various branches rushed back to Chang'an as quickly as possible, and made a banquet for Master Xuanzang, and the food they cooked could be admitted to the holy mouth. What an honor it must be! !You must seize the opportunity!

Mo Wenyuan was not idle at this time, but was busy working out a standard banquet menu.

There are four common types of banquets in the Tang Dynasty, which are gathering banquets, festival banquets, travel banquets and night banquets. This time, the banquet for Master Xuanzang to cleanse the dust is a gathering banquet.

Saints occasionally hold large-scale banquets. This kind of banquet will invite hundreds of officials to sit and accompany, which is called "gifting a banquet". Confidant ministers will be called into the palace.

With the presence of Master Xuanzang, this meeting can be called a state banquet, and all civil and military officials will be present.

In the 17th year of Zhenguan, Emperor Taizong of Tang once held a huge banquet. According to written records, in that banquet, the sage "gave a feast for hundreds of bureaucrats in the Hall of Acacia, played musical instruments, played "Qingshan Breaking the Array Music" and composed ten pieces. Joy", the banquet invited by Master Xuanzang will certainly not be very noisy, but the ostentation is absolutely grand.

The ostentation is big, there are many etiquettes to follow, and the order of seating has its own arrangements. Mo Wenyuan has a job that is closely related to it. He has to get the seating chart first, and then ask each adult what they don’t want to eat, or It is allergic, so it cannot be put in when cooking.

The allergies of vegetarian food may be lower than those of seafood, but if you are not afraid of [-], you are afraid of it.

The little official who was in charge of delivering the message was quite surprised when he heard Mo Wenyuan's request. He never knew that there was such care in cooking, so it was no wonder that Mo Dalang was famous in the East.He quickly passed Mo Wenyuan's question and got the answer. Just as he thought, some people really can't eat certain kinds of melons and eggplants. shape, but can taste the flavor of onion and ginger."

Mo Wenyuan nodded clearly and said, "It's on me."

Li Shimin's eating habit is the same as many people in modern times, so Mo Wenyuan didn't think there was anything, and he focused more on formulating dishes.

Because it is a royal banquet, and there are civil and military officials present, the choice must be relatively formal and the meal sharing system was very popular before the middle of Tang Dynasty.

The system did not bother him for a long time. What really made Mo Wenyuan ponder was the color of the dishes and the number of dishes. According to the standard of imperial banquets after the mid-Tang Dynasty, there should be 58 dishes, but during Li Shimin's reign, luxury was not yet prevalent. Whether it is the emperor or the officials, their lives are relatively simple. They usually eat between ten and twenty courses at a banquet.

Mo Wenyuan thought for a while, and decided to order the dishes to be sixteen.

The sixteen dishes include soup, wine, cold dishes, hot dishes, staple food, after-dinner snacks, etc. The main reason is that all the dishes you want are available.

He is gearing up and ready to fight!

……

The disciples arrived very quickly, half a month before Master Xuanzang entered the capital, they gathered together.Mo Wenyuan heard from Sun Wukong that the plan could not keep up with the changes, and his master’s entry to Beijing might have to be postponed. The reason is simple. Xuanzang has many admirers, Buddhism is profound, and there are many temples in the East. No matter where he goes, people ask him to talk Buddha, Master Xuanzang will not refuse anyone who comes.

After going back and forth, the time to return to Chang'an was pushed and pushed.

"Does it matter?"

Mo Wenyuan shook his head like a rattle in front of him: "No, no, no, the longer the walk, the better. I will have more time to carefully select the menu."

"I'll definitely have a good time." After speaking, Sun Wukong thought of Taotie again, and asked, "How is the sheep these days?"

"It's still the same." Mo Wenyuan said, "It's good to eat, but it's not very energetic. I asked him what he ate and didn't talk about it."

"It's just that he wakes up in a dream in the middle of the night and cries to the moon with a very sweet voice."

Sun Wukong made a final decision: "I'm afraid that when the time comes to find the mother dragon, it will be the same as Bajie's desire to find the female fairy."

The last time he said this, Mo Wenyuan didn't take it seriously, but this time he said that he finally remembered it, Mo Wenyuan hesitated: "Should I do this? Find him a female dragon?"

Sun Wukong said: "How do I know, you just ask him." After finishing speaking, he whisked away, hiding his achievements and fame.

Mo Wenyuan found Heiyang after pondering, and smiled at him as a caring big brother: "Yang, I see that you have been groggy lately, but what's the matter?"

The sheep lowered its head shyly.

"But there have been some physical changes?"

The big black sheep let out a baa.

Big, probably!

Mo Wenyuan shivered for a while and didn't want to ask any more questions. He thoughtfully said: "If it's inconvenient, you don't have to look for ingredients with me these days." Let's go find love!

The big black sheep was inexplicably sad and angry: "Baa baa baa baa!" Mo Xiaoyuan, don't you want me?It's not because of the sudden maturity, Nian Mowen is much tighter than usual.

"Baa baa baa baa baa baa!"

If you don't want me because of this, then I might as well break the root of evil!

Mo Wenyuan was stunned, and hurriedly stopped him: "No, no, no, no, no, no, I want you, I want you, I definitely want you!" He was dumbfounded, no matter what the situation, the sheep was too cruel to him!

Although castrated ram meat is more delicious, but he is not going to eat the meat of the big black sheep!

The Guanyin Bodhisattva in the distance began to look for records related to the big black sheep. He wanted to know more about the growth process.

Suddenly he found a copy of Guzha that he could use, and watched a line read out softly: "Tao Tie's character is manic and forthright, and during this period the peculiarities of his character become more and more obvious." very likely to be.

Seeing this, he felt a little sympathetic to Mo Wenyuan, thinking that Mo Dalang might be tormented.

……

When the apprentices arrived, Mo Wenyuan had prepared most of the menu and was making drinks.

Master Xuanzang is a monk who abides by the rules and precepts. Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will drink some vegetarian wine, that is, wine. Under normal circumstances, he does not drink alcohol at all.

If you want to buy drinks at the banquet, boiled white water and tea are good choices.

But Mo Wenyuan didn't want to be like this, the level was bland and tasteless, the tea had a taste but it was not very suitable to appear in the banquet, besides, drinking tea with meals was not a good choice, it would affect the digestive function of the stomach.

At this time, he put his mind on non-alcoholic cocktails, or drinks made of various fruit juices.

Some mix-and-match drinks have good colors, distinct layers, and are loved by people.

At the turn of spring and summer, there are some fruits that are on the market, and they are all squeezed into juice. Mo Wenyuan is comparing how to make the best taste.

Zhao Shenshan knelt down on the ground with a plop just after entering the door, and said boldly, "Master!"

Mo Wenyuan was shocked, and he didn't even have time to help him: "Hurry up, hurry up, get up quickly."

Unexpectedly, the disciples in the back saw the elder brother like this, and each of them seemed to be inspired, and they simply had harder kneecaps than anyone else, "Plop—" "Plop—" "Plop—"

"Hey, get up, get up, time is running out, I recruited you to study the menu, why do you kneel down?"

"Get up and cook!"

……

After more than a month, the master and apprentice of the Westward Journey finally entered Chang'an slowly. Their whereabouts were reported directly to the emperor. Together, make them less recognizable.

Zhu Bajie whispered: "Brother, do you think we were recognized or not? Why are they all staring at Master?"

Xuanzang sat on a tall horse with a stern face and a handsome appearance, which attracted the hearts of girls very much.

Sun Wukong looked at him with a "what are you thinking" expression on his face and said, "Of course I didn't recognize it."

"As for why you're staring at Master, it's because he's handsome!"

Zhu Bajie: Good good good good!

It is impossible for them to enter the Daming Palace directly when they enter Beijing. The sage arranged for several people to rest in Daxingshan Temple for two days before entering the palace. , go to Li Sanniang restaurant.

Said it was Sun Wukong's advice, because he didn't go there himself. On the contrary, when Zhu Bajie expressed his intention to go to dinner, he also said: "Mo Dalang and the two of you are going to the palace to cook a banquet for me. You really want to go today." Li Sanniang restaurant?"

"What's the relationship between two people going to the palace for a banquet in the past and going to eat today?" Monk Zhu Bajie scratched his head and said, "Brother, will you go with us?"

"I won't go." Sun Wukong waved his hand.

Zhu Bajie said: "Then the third senior brother, Xiao Bailong, are you waiting?"

The two people who were persuaded by him to go together were not going to leave when they saw Sun Wukong, so they wisely chose to stand in line and said: "Eldest brother won't go, and I won't go, second brother, you can go alone."

Seeing this situation, Zhu Bajie was even a little sad and indignant, why is there no one standing behind him?It made him look like a lonely little cabbage!

Thinking of this, Zhu Bajie was quite indignant, he snorted twice and said: "Okay! If you don't go, you won't go, if you don't go, I will go alone!" After finishing speaking, he walked away arrogantly.

Behind him, Sun Wukong showed a very strange look, and he said to Xiaobailong and the others: "Although I am not very familiar with the world, since Mo Dalang is going to the palace to cook a banquet for me, he will still be at the restaurant in the next few days." Stay here?" He must have been taken into the palace.

"Hey, I really don't know why Bajie can't see through this point!"

Xiao Bailong glanced at Sun Wukong, senior brother Xindao is scary enough, since he has some thoughts on this matter, why let the second senior brother guess, just tell him, hey, poor second senior brother.

After half a day, Zhu Bajie, who finally walked to Li Sanniang's restaurant, stared at the unattended restaurant and said, "Why don't you do this? He won't open the door when he comes!"

It's really miserable!