Datang First Chef

"Heavenly Fairy, I know the relationship between you and the sheep."

As soon as Mo Wenyuan said this, a momentary blank appeared on Mo Wenyuan's face. The sheep beside him reacted quickly and raised their hooves in a very humane manner, trying to cover his face. Fortunately, his limbs cannot be bent abnormally , so it was not done.

Sun Wukong didn't realize that he had dropped the bomb, and he was still eating in a leisurely manner, with the leisurely demeanor of sitting and watching Yunjuan and Yunshu.

Mo Wenyuan admired him very much for his unfazed appearance, but the latter feared that only monkeys like the Great Sage had walked the Sunshine Avenue and the small single-plank bridge, enjoyed high rights, and experienced hardships. It is only because of the difficulty of imagination that there is such an air of idle clouds and wild cranes.

His calmness is really intoxicating.

In another situation, Mo Wenyuan's mood is completely different. For example, now, he looks at Monkey King with complicated eyes, what did you say, Great Sage of the Heart?

Swallowing his stomach full of complaints, Mo Wenyuan said: "Why does the fairy know about my relationship with the sheep?" He did not deny it.

Sun Wukong talked again, until he chewed and swallowed and said: "It's a long story, so I'll make it short. Last time, the vulgar talk about Li Dalang and the female fairy was known to the immortals. Recently, he asked Chang'e to learn the method of female red. " She said and glanced at the sheep, "Chang'e was born with a delicate heart, so I know."

Among them, Guanyin Bodhisattva was speechless in the face of persecution, all of which were skipped by Monkey King.

Mo Wenyuan said first: "You are a female celebrity who learned from Chang'e, no, the female fairy knows about this matter, why there is a dispute."

The big black sheep's ability to find key points is not the same. After listening to Mo Wenyuan's words, he was very moved and bleated on the sidelines, congratulating Mo Wenyuan for acknowledging the relationship between the two of them.

He was very happy about this method of forcibly announcing the Heavenly Court due to the rumors of the female fairy. Taotie wished that everyone would know that he and Mo Wenyuan were on the same side.

Sun Wukong finally finished the noodles during the conversation. He picked up a big bowl and wanted to drink the noodle soup.

The more Mo Wenyuan listened, the more wrong he became: "Go to heaven? Why should I go to heaven? Not to mention that there are definite numbers in the book of life and death, don't ordinary people enter the six realms of reincarnation after death?" Why did he go to heaven here? ?

Sun Wukong was stunned when he heard the words, he didn't even drink the noodle soup: "You don't know?"

Mo Wenyuan: "???"

What do I need to know?

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Guanyin Bodhisattva thought, the Tang Dynasty is afraid that it will be a disaster for him, and it will be clean every day. After finally sending away Taotie, the monkey grandson who came uninvited came and squatted on his window frame. It's like a monkey that can writhe around freely.

He asked cautiously, "What's the matter with you?"

Pohou said: "My old grandson has done something bad."

"Why?"

"My old grandson went to the south of the Yangtze River to buy food, met Mo Dalang, and told him about the fairy tales in the sky. The method." The old God Sun Wukong said, "I don't want him to bear the name of a Buddha in the world, and he has the power to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and he has accumulated merits, but he doesn't know that he is going to heaven."

After hearing this, the Bodhisattva was quite speechless: "No one told him, so naturally he doesn't know, not to mention that Mo Dalang has a long lifespan, so it's useless if you tell him now." Then he said, "You can tell him why Will it be so?"

Sun Wukong said: "Naturally not."

"I told him, let the Bodhisattva explain it to you." Sun Wukong said, "I'm afraid you are the only god who knows Mo Dalang well. It is safest to leave this matter to you."

Guanyin:"……"

It is really a brick of socialism, and it can be moved wherever it is needed!

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After beating Monkey King to the restaurant, Mo Wenyuan was in a daze. Only cooking and eating could lift his spirits. The big black sheep accompanied him, with worried eyes, asking him if he had anything to do from time to time.

"Nothing, nothing." Mo Wenyuan said in a trance, "It's so easy to become a god here?" Doesn't it need to go through the Conferred God War to get on the Conferred God List?Don't you need to make great ambitions to save the common people?

Anyone, after living for decades, would be as surprised as he is when they learn that they are destined to become gods in the future.

"Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa." Sheep had only a half-knowledge about this, and he said, "I'm afraid it's not very difficult to become a fairy. I heard that monks from Buddhism and Taoism can also sit in place and ascend to immortality."

From my point of view, Mo Xiaoyuan, you became immortal because of the esophagus.

Mo Wenyuan: If you cook to the extreme, you can soar in place?

It's the first time I've heard of it.

With this doubt, he came to Daming Temple, sent the food offerings to the Guanyin Bodhisattva platform, and offered incense with sincerity, while kneeling on the futon, he said in his heart: Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, I have questions, can you answer them?

The golden light suddenly appeared, and the small room was full of light. I saw the floor-sweeping monk outside the door first leaning against the wall with a broom woven from a large number of wheat ears, then knelt down and chanted the Buddha's name, but he was not very excited.

Born once and cooked twice, Bodhisattvas are worthless after they have appeared in this world for many times. There are even rumors among monks that if you want to see Bodhisattvas, if you don’t want to learn a good cooking skill and make offerings every day, you can meet gods like Mo Dalang. Yan.

It was said that many monks felt itchy and wanted to take shortcuts, but they stopped after being reprimanded by the abbot, and recited scriptures to understand Buddhist principles in order to seek the right way.

Bodhisattva's solemn and treasured appearance, there seems to be a lotus platform under the seat, and there are Sanskrit sounds lingering in his ears. I saw him holding a clean bottle in one hand and twisting willow branches in the other.

This was the first time he saw a clean bottle.

"I heard what Po... Sun Wukong said, do you have something to ask?" It was very dangerous, and I almost said Pohou. If so, what should I do if my image in Mo Dalang's heart collapses?

Guanyin Bodhisattva thought of this, but he didn't know that he had no image in Mo Wenyuan's heart for a long time.

"Exactly. I learned from the great sage that I will go to heaven in a hundred years. I don't know why?" Mo Wenyuan said, "I don't think I have done any great things, and I have never moved the world to save the people from the fire and water. how so?"

"It's not difficult to think about it. Erfo has a profound nature and the ability to subdue demons and eliminate demons. He should go to heaven."

"However, there are many capable people and strange people in the world. Although I have subdued a few monsters, the merits of being a sheep have nothing to do with me." Mo Wenyuan explained honestly.

"As for the Buddha nature, no matter how profound it is, I have never been ordained into Buddhism. I am afraid that the West will never accept me."

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva thought, whoever said, my door to the west is always open to excellent cooks!

Thinking about these words in my heart, I must not say them out, and the Bodhisattva finally said the relatively reasonable and easy-to-accept truth: "Da Lang doesn't know that you have been worshiped in the world for a long time."

Mo Wenyuan was shocked: "I have never heard of such a thing!"

Seeing his surprised face, Guanyin Bodhisattva negligently let go of his personality, and said in a gentle tone of wisdom and wisdom to teach students: "Even if the people do this, they will not come to you and tell you." He said, " What's more, Dalang's vulgar teachings have been widely spread in the East, and it is reasonable to have divinity after being spread for a long time."

The power of one person's wish may be weak, but when hundreds or thousands of people gather together, they will form an unimaginably powerful force, enshrining gods with the thoughts of the people, although the number is small, it is not without.

Mo Wenyuan reluctantly accepted Guanyin Bodhisattva's words, but there was still a question lingering in his mind. Mo Wenyuan asked curiously: "If I become a god, what priesthood should I ask for?"

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was resolute, and said with full of air: "Of course it is the Stove King!"

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China is a country that believes in many gods. Among the many gods believed by the ancient people, the seemingly inconspicuous Lord Stove has the highest status.The reason is probably related to the worship of Vulcan in primitive tribes. In ancient times, there was no difference between fire and stove.

After entering the feudal society, the Kitchen God was independent and became synonymous with the God of Kitchen. Logically speaking, only cooks and women working at home would enshrine the Kitchen God at this time, but at the same time, this god was given to new priesthood.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a common saying among the people that "it is better to be flattered by the stove than to be flattered by the Austrian". People's crimes. The big one takes the discipline. The discipline takes three hundred days. The small one takes the calculation. The calculation takes one hundred days."

Apparently the Stove Lord was entrusted with the duty of supervising human faults, so it's no wonder that people are so afraid of this god.

Mo Wenyuan's character can be described as meticulous. After having a conversation with Guanyin Bodhisattva, he went to Daming Temple frequently, rain or shine, and abruptly read all the records about the Kitchen God in the Sutra Pavilion. After he finished, he was very surprised. In the past, he only said that the God of Stove God had the ability to control the stove, but now it seems that his priesthood is much more powerful than he thought.

This made Mo Wenyuan a little panicked. He won't really take on the heavy responsibility of inspecting the world after a hundred years, right?

The big black sheep can feel Mo Wenyuan's worry, although he thinks it's nothing serious, and his gluttonous instinct makes him ignore the rules and the laws of the human world, but after spending nearly 20 years with Mo Wenyuan, how can he Don't know that the other party is a good person with profound Buddha nature and a sense of responsibility?

So when walking on the road, he used his own unique method to comfort Mo Wenyuan clumsily.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa is I just leave it to the heavenly soldiers and generals to do such trivial things."

"咩 咩 咩 咩 咩 咩 咩." I think those immortals let you open a restaurant to the heavenly court!

His words were simple and rude, but Mo Wenyuan was miraculously comforted. He said: "Anyway, there are still decades before the heavens. I am worried now. It is too early to plan for a rainy day." He reached out and rubbed the sheep's head. He said, "I also eat salty radish and worry about it."

The big black sheep said "baa baa baa baa" seriously: Even Mo Xiaoyuan can't say that about himself!

He said: You are serious!serious!What is the problem?

Mo Wenyuan, who was protected, would be lying if he said he was not moved.

He thought of the subtle relationship between himself and the big black sheep that seemed to be still in the ignorant stage, but also seemed to have been revealed, and said to him: "When I am free, why not take some food and go out for an outing?"

Even in ancient times, you still have to date!

……

Li Sanniang raised her smiling face and said with a bright smile, "Da Lang!"

Mo Wenyuan:? !

Sheep: baa!

He was surprised and said, "Aniang is here, why didn't you say something earlier?"

Neither he nor the big black sheep thought that Li Sanniang would launch a special attack and kill her so suddenly, so they didn't know what happened.

Questions were written on her face, and Li Sanniang looked at him, not knowing what Mo Wenyuan was thinking, so she replied generously: "I heard that your fish pond is doing well, so let's take a look." She said, "By the way, let's see How about using fish from the river to make canned food."

It turns out that she has already started to make canned food from southern fish and northern sheep.

Mo Wenyuan understood that he had received a letter from Li Sanniang a few days ago, and the letter was actually sent from Liangzhou City.

Previously, when Mo Wenyuan traveled westward, he passed Liangzhou and other places, where there were many nomadic peoples, and the land was not suitable for growing rice. The unique weather made meat cheap and food expensive.

It's a pity that the land is so far away. When the sheep were driven to the Central Plains, the price had already doubled, and they didn't take advantage of it at all.

The business of canned food is different. It has a long shelf life and can be shipped to the Central Plains for sale after being prepared locally. Therefore, Li Sanniang took her cronies to the north and other places to buy a large number of sheep and set up a canning workshop.

Mo Wenyuan said: "How is Liangzhou?"

"The northern land is vast, so it has a lot of pride." Li Sanniang smiled, "But the price of sheep is really low, and those herdsmen are willing to sell them to us."

"In a few days, I'm afraid the canned food from the Northland will be sold to the south of the Yangtze River."

Mo Wenyuan had to marvel at A Niang's business talent, running from north to south, from east to west, was really done by a big merchant.

but……

"Fish cans?" Mo Wenyuan pondered, "I don't know if the fish from the rivers can be put into the cans." In his impression, the common cans are all canned sea fish.

Canned freshwater fish, try it.

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Canned food needs to be produced in large quantities, and the scale of the fish pond that Mo Wenyuan has built now is absolutely impossible to supply. Mass production must rely on Qin Weishan.Of course, what troubles them now is not the production problem, but how to make freshwater fish cans.

There are many ways to cook fish, but he does not guarantee that every kind of fish will be loved by people, and their canned kingdom has just begun to be established, even if it is sold, it must be sold on one kind.

While Mo Wenyuan was thinking, Qin Baichuan, a small trader who traveled all over the world, gave Mo Wenyuan a reasonable suggestion based on his own knowledge. He said: "Even if canned fish is sold, it must be sold more to northerners, and more to southerners." There is little fish in the river, so if you have fresh food, you will not buy canned food, so you can ask the people in the Northland to see which taste they prefer."

Mo Wenyuan slapped his head, thinking that this idea is really good, then holding a pen and paper, he started to stay in the lobby.

The guest officer was flattered to be questioned by Mo Wenyuan, and after thinking about it, he said seriously: "There is a lot of oil and water."

"The meat is white and tender, and must have the taste of fish."

"Sauce? It's better to boil it, steamed and boiled looks refreshing."

Brushing, brushing, brushing, diligent Mo Xiaoyuan copied the bound book to the brim, and when he returned to his room at night, he made a form and copied all the names of different types of fish and vegetables in the store. The sheep bleated and bleat the votes, and he followed behind to draw the correct characters.

"Baa baa baa." Red burnt.

Mo Wenyuan drew a stroke.

"Baa baa baa." Oil dipped.

Mo Wenyuan drew another stroke.

When the moon was on the branch, all the opinions were classified. He looked at the final summary table and touched his chin: "It's still more oily."

Even though there is a lot of oil now, the price of vegetable oil is not very expensive, and not every household can afford it. Even wealthy people eat Kaikai meat once in a while, at most once every ten days. It is rare on weekdays. The desire is getting deeper and deeper, so the result of this vote is also within Mo Wenyuan's prediction.

Mo Wenyuan said: "Tomorrow I want to make fish soaked in oil, can you eat it?"

The big black sheep's face lit up, bleating: eat, eat, eat, of course!

As long as it is made by Mo Xiaoyuan, he can eat it!

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Oil-soaked fish is a famous traditional dish in Guangzhou. It has the flavor of Cantonese cuisine. After cooking, the fish meat is white and tender, with an incomparable aroma. To a certain extent, the original flavor of the fish is preserved, and the taste is light.

The method is not difficult. It is nothing more than stewing the fish in a broth with aniseed ingredients, then take it out, and then pour a bowl of hot oil on the back of the fish.

The method of pouring fish belly has a long history. When Zhuan Zhu stabbed Wang Liao with a fish intestine sword, the sword was hidden in the raw fish poured with hot oil. At that time, the fish cooked by this method was the most delicious.

The cooking methods that have passed the test of thousands of years of history have two brushes, Mo Wenyuan thought while standing in front of the stove, ruthlessly removing the scales and viscera.

In front of him to the left is a large pot. The aroma wafts from the gap on the edge of the pot cover, filling the room.At this moment, everyone who comes here will exclaim, "Oh, what a delicious chicken soup!"

As I said before, the oil-soaked fish needs to be boiled in the broth. Whether the fish tastes good and whether it has a fishy smell depends on how well the soup is boiled. Simpler shops just fry the onion and garlic directly. Mo Wenyuan did not mix water with the soup. He served a pot of fine chicken soup and used it as the base of the broth.

A large iron pot was put on another stove, the onion and ginger were fried with oil, and then cooking wine and broth were poured in. The cleaned fish was put into the pot and boiled directly with a simmer.

The flesh of the fish is light red at first, but with the passage of time, it turns white little by little, and finally turns into a tender milky white. It seems that the light and delicate fragrance of the fish can be smelled from a close look.

The chicken soup is light yellow, with slick oil on the surface, accompanied by a small red and blue fire, it is finely chopped into the soup, kneaded with the fish, and the flavor of the cooking wine is more intense, especially the onion, like It's a blasting bomb, full of destructive power.

The fish is served on a large plate, with a thick layer of finely chopped green onion on the belly of the fish, and there is also pepper cornel.The hot soybean oil is poured on the belly of the fish, accompanied by the splashing sound of "zilazila" oil ideas, it is the pure natural delicious smell of the fish.

The big black sheep has turned into a human shape, and the bamboo chopsticks came into his hands at some point. Sheep will eat. The most important thing is not the belly meat of the fish, but a piece close to the head. The taste of the meat can no longer be described as tender It was just a little more solid than tofu, and it was the essence of fish. He carefully picked out this piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Tender!fragrant!slip!

The beautiful touch blooming on the tip of his tongue made him lose his ability to speak. The smoothness of the fish meat is no less than that of tofu, and it melts in the mouth. The oil and water corrode the surface of the fish skin and penetrate into the texture. The smell of garlic.

All in all, this is a dish with a strong fragrance, a lot of oil and water, and fully reflects the characteristics of fish.

The fish meat is put in the can, boiled again, the can is sealed, and the canned fish in oil that is about to become popular in the north is ready.

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Li Sanniang was about to leave after solving the Jiangnan fish pot issue, but Mo Wenyuan had something to tell her.

Seeing that Mo Wenyuan hesitated to speak, Sanniang asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Mo Wenyuan's lips moved again and again, and he mustered up his courage to say: "Mother, I have a sweetheart."

Oh oh oh oh oh oh!Li Sanniang opened her eyes wide, a pair of beautiful eyes glowed with brilliance, she asked eagerly, "Who is it?"

But Mo Wenyuan, the person who asked the question, hesitated and stopped talking. He kept thinking in his heart that even an enlightened person like Li Sanniang might not be able to accept the fact that he was with the sheep all at once, but he didn't want himself and the sheep to be vague for the rest of his life. The relationship is not known by the family members, so we have to lay the groundwork a few times first, and wait until the time is right before confessing.

Unexpectedly, Li Sanniang would be wrong when she saw his appearance, and said with a meaningful smile: "Which fairy in the sky is it?"

Mo Wenyuan: emmmmmmm, there is nothing wrong with what you said, but the gender is not quite right.

A moment of silence made Sanniang think more, and she sighed after a long silence: "I have always known Dalang is extraordinary, and it is common to look down on flowers and weeds in the world, but together with fairies, get together less and leave more, just like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl at the two ends of the Milky Way , Dalang, can you save it?"

Although Mo Wenyuan wanted to say that he would meet Yang every day and never leave him for a moment, but now is not a good time, so he swallowed all the words in his stomach and said: "I have already realized something."

"In this case, A Niang has nothing to say."

Mo Wenyuan couldn't help but give San Niang a sincere hug to the already-born Huafa.

"Thank you, Mommy!"

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Grab the tail of spring and plant rice from Champa in the fields.

Unlike Thai basmati rice, the taste of Champa rice is completely useless. The bag of rice bought in the store is an example. After Mo Wenyuan ate it, it was not as good as local rice.

However, his eyes are not only focused on whether it is delicious or not. In this era when the quality of life of ordinary people is low, while cooking delicious food, Mo Wenyuan can't help but think of those farmers who are not full.

Relatively backward technology, there is no perfect variety, and various natural and man-made disasters, so that people in poor areas are still hungry.

Mo Wenyuan often wonders how to make contributions to the common people with his meager efforts.

Potatoes, corn, and yams are not available. They are still on another continent, but they are bordered by the East, and even Champa, which is a subsidiary state of the Tang Dynasty, can do it.

It is said that in the Ming Dynasty, half of the rice in the country was Champa rice.This kind of rice is early-planted, early-maturing, drought-tolerant, and can form double-cropping rice when combined with late rice, which greatly increases grain production.

Mo Wenyuan looked at the fully planted experimental field, and his heart was full of hope for the future.

Hey, just count on the legendary Champa rice to show strong vitality.

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In Daxingshan Temple, a Bodhisattva is eating canned fruit.

Canned food is indeed a good thing, not only for meat and vegetables, but also for fruits.

Just like the canned lychees he eats now, they are sweet and delicious, tender and juicy, there is no big problem except that they are more expensive, but he has been walking in the human world for many years and has a large collection of lychees, so he can afford to buy lychees.

Unexpectedly, he was savoring the delicacy of lychees carefully, but suddenly a sheep's head came in from the window, and let out a series of rapid "baa baa baa baa".

Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, I'm going out with Xiaoyuan alone, where do you think we should go?

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva let out a series of earth-shattering coughing sounds.

He ate so much that he choked on the lychee juice!

The Bodhisattva wanted to cry, but the lychee water sprayed out from his nostrils!