Datang First Chef

Mo Wenyuan was still unaware of all the turmoil in the heavens. He was chatting with the abbot of Daming Temple when the Bodhisattva was struggling.

"Master of the Jiangnan Shen family?" Mo Wenyuan was very surprised when he heard the other party's words.

The abbot nodded and said: "That's right, Shen Jia Dalang has been weak since he was a child, and he still has symptoms of insufficiency after many years of recuperation. In my opinion, it is not good to be accompanied by medicine all day long, but you can try one or two medicines and dietary supplements."

"He also heard about Li Dalang's vulgar storytelling, so he commissioned someone to come to me and ask if he could meet with you, Dalang. He knew that his request was very inappropriate, but he still wanted to ask Dalang for help."

The Shen family in the south of the Yangtze River and the Shen family in the capital came from the same origin, and they did not come out of Wufu. The Shen family in the capital, Mo Wenyuan, also knew people, and Shen Yu, who got fat after eating, was the husband of the Shen family.

Since it was recommended by the abbot of Daming Temple, the Shen family is probably also a benevolent family, and his husband is also very easy to get along with. After thinking about it, he decided not to refuse rashly.

The abbot of Daming Temple often showed Mr. Shen's body, and after hearing Mo Wenyuan's thoughts, he expressed his own judgment: "If you can't take care of yourself, then I will definitely not agree to match the two of you. The choice of food supplements is only three points of medicine. Toxic, he has been drinking medicine all year round, the ordinary amount is useless to him, it is better to spend more time on eating."

"That being said, wouldn't it be better to ask a doctor to prescribe a prescription? I haven't entered the room yet when it comes to medicinal food..."

"Mo Dalang is belittled by saying this. Among the people I have met, there are few people who have more research on medicinal diet than Mo Dalang." When he said this, he did not praise Mo Wenyuan. There are not many doctors these days. Some of them are proficient in medical skills, and some practice medicine after reading two books, but few of them can combine medicine with food.

There are not many and many stories about medicinal diet in the medical books that survive in the world today. In ancient times, there was "Huangdi Neijing", and "Shen Nong's Herbal Classic" written in the Han Dynasty affirmed the ingredients such as crabs, almonds, and walnuts. For medical value, the most recent book related to medicinal food is "Emergency Prescriptions for Emergencies", written by the king of medicine Sun Simiao. their efficacy.

It can be seen from this that today's dietary therapy is still based on the performance of the food itself, and it is not common to superimpose them for cooking. Recipe, enough to keep him at the forefront.

After hearing what the abbot said, Mo Wenyuan said: "Anyway, let's see Shen Dalang first."

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The meeting place with Shen Dalang and Shen Hui was set at the Daming Temple. Although Mo Wenyuan was a white man, he was able to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and he had faced saints many times. In the eyes of the world, he had already become a figure like Tang Xuanzang. The lords of the aristocratic families should treat each other with courtesy, and it is impossible to call him into the mansion like a doctor.

The abbot cleared out a monk's dormitory for them, and prepared tea and snacks. Mo Wenyuan and Shen Dalang sat opposite each other.

Shen Dalang's name is Shen Hui, and he does look thinner than the Langjun of the same grade as him, but he is by no means pale and weak. The abbot made a diagnosis with the technique of seeing, hearing and asking, and told Mo Wenyuan.

"Weakness and qi deficiency." The abbot said, "The first is to nourish yang and invigorate qi."

Traditional Chinese medicine divides physical weakness into four aspects, which are Qi deficiency, blood deficiency, Yang deficiency, and Yin deficiency, combined with the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, each of which has four deficiencies.

Mo Wenyuan has already learned all this knowledge, and if he really wants to say it, he is quite proficient in the methods of listening, hearing and asking.

Mo Wenyuan said: "Shen Dalang really wants diet therapy?" He said, "To be honest, this is the first time for me to use food to regulate the body, and this method takes a long time, and it may not be effective."

He didn't hide anything, and directly told all the disadvantages, but Shen Hui already knew it, he said: "I am physically weak, even if it doesn't work, I won't be weaker. It's so abrupt, it's a great luck that Da Lang agrees, what else can I covet?" After saying that, he followed Mo Wenyuan as a gentleman.

Mo Wenyuan said: "I will try my best!"

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Sitting at the table, Mo Wenyuan thought that the true meaning of life lies in continuous learning and continuous improvement. Whenever he thinks that the work at hand has temporarily come to an end, there will always be new things to do.

Of course, he is very happy about this. People like Mo Wenyuan who are pursuing their careers are most worried not about being busy, but about losing their goals and creativity and letting themselves be content with the status quo.

He read medical books for a while, studied the arrangement of ingredients, and finally made a supper for the big black sheep before he lay down. Unexpectedly, after lying down, he was suddenly pulled into the dream created by the Bodhisattva with a hand. .

The Bodhisattva was sweating profusely, burning with urgency, and his anxious expression was beyond words: "Mo Dalang, are you okay?" As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily glanced at his waist.

Mo Wenyuan was extremely surprised: "I'm fine." What could be wrong with him.

Seeing his description, the Bodhisattva did not seem to be fake, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "I heard that you seem to have entanglements with the fairy, so I came to see." To see if your chastity is still there.

Looking at the Bodhisattva, Mo Wenyuan felt a strange feeling in his heart. He always felt that there was something in his words: "When did I have trouble with the fairy?"

"Da Lang, don't lie to me. It has been spread all over the heavens. It is only said that there is a female fairy who came down to the earth to teach you the way of medicinal food. I have been searching for a long time but I have not found this person. I am afraid that it is not some kind of spirit that wants to deceive you." The Bodhisattva persuaded him earnestly.

Mo Wenyuan's ability to grasp the key points has always been very strong. He vaguely knew the rumors in the world after the vulgar talk, but he still didn't want to marry a wife. Wen Yuan really didn't expect that the people in the heavens also heard about it. After the Bodhisattva asked for offerings and heard that the Taishang Laojun liked to eat sauerkraut, his awe of the gods disappeared, and now he doesn't know how to evaluate it.

You gods are really idle!

He couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Bodhisattvas must not take the common sayings seriously. It's just a joke I made up with the lay monks to tell the world how to cook clear fire dishes. It's under the guise of a fairy, so it can't be true."

The overwhelming silence was suddenly suppressed. In the dream, they didn't even hear the breathing of the two. The expression of the Bodhisattva was dull, and he only felt a lightning strike on a sunny day.

Unexpectedly, he would make such a mistake in his clever life, and now he is so embarrassed that he doesn't know what to do.

Fortunately, the heart of the Bodhisattva is relatively strong, even if the guess is wrong, he immediately adjusted it, and earnestly taught: "Da Lang remember to protect yourself, don't be deceived by others, gods and ghosts are not trustworthy, especially ghosts, who would know that he will What kind of transformation technique, tempting you to try male and female love."

Mo Wenyuan finally came to his senses, he couldn't laugh or cry, cooperating with the Bodhisattva worried that he would be deceived, contacted the last time he was worried about the big black sheep being tempted by him, he didn't know how to deal with the Bodhisattva.

He promised to send the Bodhisattva away for a long time. After he left, Mo Wenyuan said with a smile that he could be regarded as a "young man" at most, but he was not as weak as a big girl with yellow flowers. He practiced martial arts since he was a child. How could Bodhisattva be so worried about himself?

Hey, it's also strange.

The culprit, Big Black Sheep, was still asleep, and he babbled and slobbered out a string of clear saliva.

Hehehehehehehe, Mo Xiaoyuan don't act like this!

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It took Mo Wenyuan a lot of time to formulate the recipes for Shen Hui. He considered each dish carefully, and went to Daming Temple every day, rain or shine, to discuss with the abbot. When he ordered the food order for half a month, the scenery along the way It has changed from the poetic scene of dyed red leaves by the frost to the scene of six out of the sky with a cruel winter mood.

The branches are bare, no withered yellow leaves can be seen, and only dead grass and frost can be seen on the grass.

Mo Wenyuan rode on the sheep's back, and he didn't feel cold at all, because the body temperature of the big black sheep was very high. He seemed to be hugging a huge stove, and hot air flowed from all limbs and bones.

The Big Black Sheep had always been inseparable from Mo Wenyuan, even more so since Li Dalang's vulgar speech was given a few days ago, and he was worried that the goblin's hooves would seduce Dalang away.

Mo Wenyuan said helplessly after hearing this: "If there is a goblin hoof, the possibility of being transformed by me is slightly higher." As long as one knows his prestige among the goblins, no one will think that goblins have any reverie about him.

The big black sheep bleated, and asked why he agreed to take care of Shen Hui. Among the people Mo Wenyuan met, Shen Hui was considered a powerful man, but his status was not the highest, and it was absolutely impossible for him to bow down.

Mo Wenyuan said: "Speaking of which, Shen Dalang and I are also mutually beneficial, medicinal food and medicinal food, only those who are cured will know how to use the food. If it is effective for Shen Lang, I can record it in the book and show it to the world."

He thought to himself that maybe he could also leave his name in history, and get the title of the person who wrote the first book of medicinal diet.

……

Today is the day when he arrived at Shen's residence, not to mention Shen Hui, even his grandpa and grandma knew that Mo Wenyuan was willing to take care of his body, and they were all grateful.

They originally asked for the Daming Temple, but they hoped to learn some dietary prescriptions for nourishing their bodies, and they were even willing to spend thousands of dollars to buy them. Unexpectedly, Mo Wenyuan not only confiscated the money, but was even willing to painstakingly formulate a prescription for Shen Hui. They never thought about it .

Mo Wenyuan said the truth, and said directly: "I have never tried some prescriptions for recuperating yang deficiency, and I have made a decision after discussing with the abbot. I don't know if it will be effective for Dalang's weakness."

Everyone said yes again and again, and still thanked him a thousand times.

In the future, Shen Hui will definitely go to the restaurant to eat, or let the servants take it, but for the first time, Mo Wenyuan wants to explain how to heat the food and how to cook porridge, so he will come to give advice.

The Shen family is a wealthy family, which is completely different from Mo Wenyuan's family. His family can also be regarded as the family of a big merchant, but neither Li Sanniang nor Mo Xiaogou have any longing for a luxurious life. They bought and rebuilt the courtyard from other residents. It is even more impossible to be the same as the family's residence.

He stopped at the door screen, and only went in after the doorman reported to the inside. The door was painted vermilion, and Mo Wenyuan thought of Du Fu's "the smell of wine and meat of the rich family" inappropriately.

The structure of the courtyard is a bit complicated, behind the main gate is the middle door, and outside the middle door there is a gate. Shen Hui, his parents and wife all went out to meet Mo Wenyuan.

"Master, please." Shen Hui felt that calling him Mo Dalang was not very respectful, so he called him Master.

The Shen family's kitchen is also very large, with a stove, a cauldron, and everything needed, and there are many girls coming and going in it, busy between the fireworks. When they saw Mo Wenyuan coming, they spontaneously wanted to leave. Watch him cook and eat.

In the hearts of the girls, every dish is a secret that is not passed on, so how can you take it lightly.

What they didn't expect was that Mo Wenyuan actually left a message: "Don't leave, I will pass on the recipe of this dish to you, and if I'm not here, you will help Shen Dalang cook."

teach?They all opened their eyes wide, how to make it?

The same is true for Shen Hui, he quickly waved his hands to try to stop Mo Wenyuan, but he heard him say: "Shen Dalang, don't refuse in a hurry, I didn't cook this dish for you alone, but for people with yang deficiency in the world. The method of this dish is included in the book and widely advertised, so don’t refuse it.”

Apart from lamenting "Mo Dalang Gao Yi", Shen Hui really couldn't say anything else.

His yang deficiency can be classified in detail, which is relatively common kidney yang deficiency. There are many ingredients available for this symptom. Chestnuts, mutton, chicken, and pork belly are all effective, and sheep with a mild temperament has a miraculous effect.

It stands to reason that mutton was often eaten in the Tang Dynasty, but Shen Dalang didn’t like the fishy smell of mutton, so he seldom ate mutton on weekdays. What Mo Wenyuan wanted to do was a delicacy that had almost no mutton smell—clear stewed mutton soup.

He thought about it: "Is there anyone among you who has mastered the craft of roasting Hubing?"

A girl was recommended by everyone, and she was ugly, with calluses all over her hands. From a distance, she could feel that the thickness of the skin of this person was different from that of ordinary people.

Under normal circumstances, chefs are more delicate than ordinary people, because their hands are the capital of eating. Only soft and flexible hands can play with the handle of the knife, and they are also very sensitive to temperature.

But only one kind of chef is different, and that is the chef who makes the scones. Their hands are full of strength from kneading the dough for many years. If they are scalded to death, thick calluses will form on their hands after a long time, and even the high temperature will not be able to damage them.

The girl who is recommended has a pair of scones' hands.

Mo Wenyuan first taught her how to knead the dough. The dough was thinner than ordinary scones, and a thick layer of black sesame was sprinkled on the surface.The effect of black sesame tonifying the kidney is very obvious. In addition, it also has the effect of delaying aging. It is also very good for the body to grind it with a stone mill and add sugar to eat after brewing.

After he demonstrated it, he asked him to practice kneading the dough, and devoted himself to the process of making lamb chop soup.

Mutton soup is a soup that depends on the chef's craftsmanship. The difference between whether it tastes good or not is very obvious. It is definitely not a dish that can be eaten casually.First of all, the mutton has a lingering fishy smell, which is reflected in the soup, as if people were naked in broad daylight without even a fig leaf.

For this reason, the quality of mutton, the auxiliary material in soup just seems particularly important.

Mo Wenyuan doesn't need to teach how to choose mutton, the Shen family cook has her own way of discerning.

The meat he chose was lamb scorpion meat.

Sheep scorpion, many people in later generations have heard of sheep scorpion hot pot. It is a whole piece of sheep spine from the neck to the tip of the tail. It not only has meat, but also bones. The meat is tender and the bones can be stewed. Crispy and soft, it is very suitable for cooking soup.

Mo Wenyuan first blanch the sheep scorpion in cold water, remove the foam, and then put it aside for use.

He killed a crucian carp under the surprised eyes of the cooks.

Mo Wenyuan explained: "Fish and sheep are fresh, not only suitable for Tibetan sheep with fish belly, but also suitable for stewed mutton soup."

Fish does not appear in the final soup, but he uses the umami of fish as a seasoning to further sublimate the taste of the soup.

Crucian carp is fried slowly over low heat until golden on both sides, then put it into a small cloth bag and tie the bag tightly.

Ginger slices, tangerine peel, green onion, orange peel, and various seasonings were stuffed into another big cloth bag, and the two bags were thrown into the pot together with the lamb scorpion and boiled. After a while, the kitchen was filled with a strong umami taste.

The white radish was cut into pieces and thrown into the pot. After the soup was cooked, the white radish was already soft and rotten, and a sharp poke with chopsticks could make a watery hole.

Seeing that it was almost cooked, Mo Wenyuan went to look at the thin golden noodle cake. There was a layer of meringue on this cake, and the edges and corners had been roasted until browned. to taste.

The mutton soup and golden scones were put into small cups and plates, and the maidservants filed in to serve the small food table and present the dish to the master.

Shen Dalang lifted the lid curiously: "Here, how should I eat it?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "Please have a bite of scones first."

"crunch-"

The golden puff pastry layer broke suddenly, black sesame seeds fell into the mouth, small oil spots invisible to the naked eye splashed out from the sesame seeds, and the aroma filled the mouth.

The pancakes are baked very crispy, the bottom surface is reddish brown, the layers of the pancakes are interrupted with a layer of salted oil, and mixed with finely chopped green onions, the taste is tsk tsk tsk——

"Then, have another sip of soup."

The fishy smell of mutton has long been covered by spices, orange peel, pepper, cinnamon, and star anise. They moisten things and exert their power silently, amplifying the unique warmth and sweetness of mutton.

Crucian carp soup is already extremely delicious. At this time, its taste has played a very good auxiliary role. It is not overwhelming at all, but only stimulates the tip of the tongue of the diners.

The meat on the mutton scorpion was stewed so soft that the meat could be torn off with a click of the teeth, and the bones were bitten into two pieces, and every bone marrow was spared.

Shen Dalang understood the usefulness of pancakes without a teacher. He tore them into pieces and added them to the mutton soup. As he ate them, beads of sweat condensed on his forehead. The mutton soup flowed down the esophagus into his stomach and condensed on his body for many years The cold and gloomy air everywhere disappeared unconsciously.

He only felt warm and light inside his body, and the heavy coldness seemed to disappear with the soup.

"Gudong gudong gudong——"

Regardless of being decent or not, he reached out to pick up the small bowl and drank the soup in one gulp. The white radish had been eaten up by him a long time ago, and the vegetables that were considered low-grade in the past were full of soup and had already become delicious. carrier.

Shen Dalang touched his round belly and showed a satisfied smile. He praised: "It's been a long time since I've been this warm."

Not only Shen Dalang, but his wife Grandpa and others also showed satisfied expressions. They are all relatively healthy, but they just tasted the delicious mutton soup and felt the rare warmth in winter, not as obvious as Shen Hui.

Shen Hui said: "Can this soup be drunk every day?"

Mo Wenyuan smiled and said: "Of course it's impossible, just drink it once or twice in a ten-day period, and I'll tell Dalang what kind of food he needs to eat in the future, but don't drink too much."

If he drank the sheep scorpion soup many times because it was delicious, then Shen Hui's body would probably go from kidney yang deficiency to another extreme.

The Shen family was very grateful to Mo Wenyuan, and insisted on rewarding him with a lot of money, but Mo Wenyuan insisted on refusing to accept it, and took the sheep away, walking on the road only to hear the sheep complaining constantly, obviously I also really want to drink the sheep and scorpion soup just now.

Mo Wenyuan hesitated for a moment, the sheep has been full of blood lately, if he drank the sheep scorpion soup again, wouldn't his blood be hot?

emmmmm, to drink or not to drink, that is the question.

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In the end, Mo Wenyuan still couldn't resist Yang's baa-baa-baa-baa-baa offensive. He selfishly spurned himself as an unprincipled parent, and he did it when he wanted to drink.

The big black sheep liked the taste of mutton scorpion soup very much. After eating it, he was still clamoring for hunger. Mo Wenyuan simply sliced ​​up other parts of the mutton and threw them into the pot to boil the meat together. The good mutton scorpion soup ended up being delicious. It directly turned into a sheep and scorpion hot pot, all the meat was eaten up, and the soup was drunk without a drop.

The sheep was lying on the cold ground, rubbing its lower abdomen non-stop. The sheep had a lot of hair on its body. After eating the sheep and scorpion hot pot, he also felt unbearably hot, and he just wanted to rub in a cool place.

Seeing his Teddy-like behavior, Mo Wenyuan was a little speechless, so he simply blew out the flickering lights, and said to him, "I'm going to sleep first." Then he fell asleep under the blanket.

The sheep was restless and fell asleep.

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hot!hot!hot!

Before he knew it, Taotie felt that he had turned into a human form, crawling forward in the endless desert, he only felt parched, and the heat was unbearable, if there was a little water in front of his eyes, no matter walnut dew, almond milk , Mengshan tea, sugarcane pulp, or the ice drink made by Mo Xiaoyuan, he will bury his head in the water and drink it to his heart's content.

Of course, what he wants to eat most is iced drinks. Ice bowls are the best. The finely crushed ice is shaved into small crumbs. The juice mixed with honey and granulated sugar is poured on the ice, which is sticky and flowing continuously. Broken into pieces, dotted on the ice, expensive lychees, red cherries, the sweet taste sticks together with the crushed ice and sweet water——

"Sheep~"

"Sheep~"

"Sheep~"

The lost Taotie suddenly heard Mo Xiaoyuan's call. He looked around and searched everywhere, and saw an oasis in front of him. Mo Xiaoyuan stood in the oasis, holding an ice bowl in his right hand and smiling at him.

"Do you want to eat this?" Mo Wenyuan asked him with a smile.

Yang said: "Think about it, think about it!" He rushed in front of Mo Xiaoyuan.

In the dream, Mo Wenyuan pointed to his lips and said to the sheep: "Do you want to eat this or this?" He raised the ice bowl in his right hand.

The dream suddenly became obscene!

sheep:"……"

"Yes, can I eat all of them?"

"No, you can only choose one of the two."

After a lot of thinking, the sheep bleated with grief and said: "Then, then I choose—"