"Mr. Itabashi is here, please come here, Master has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

When Su Zi was stunned, a little novice rushed towards him, and waved slightly at Su Zi's back, looking extremely respectful.

"Mr. Banqiao?Zheng Xie?Zheng Banqiao?" Su Zifang was a little breathless, although he was a student of the chef major, he still knew Zheng Banqiao's reputation.

Yangzhou Eight Strange Representatives, famous calligraphers, painters, writers, poetry, calligraphy and painting three unique. Indulge in bamboo, orchid and stone all his life, and call himself "the orchid that is not thanked at four o'clock, the bamboo that is evergreen, the stone that is invincible through the ages, and the person who remains unchanged for thousands of years". It has left a strong mark in the history of China.

"Just to introduce a dish, and actually lead to such a big Buddha, is there any unknown story in it?" Su Zifang thought and followed Zheng Banqiao's footsteps.

"How is your master doing these days?" The current Zheng Banqiao looks about forty-seven or eighteen, and his behavior is full of the leisure of a scholar, but there is still a bit of depression hidden between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Master's daily chanting and meditation are no different from usual. It's just that a few days ago, I went to the kitchen of the temple every day to grind beans, so that other monks complained that the dishes in the temple were all tofu. ”

"Grinding tofu?" Zheng Banqiao smiled when he heard Xiao Shami's words, "Your master is a strange person, and he naturally has his reasons for doing things." ”

That's what Mr. Itabashi said. When Xiao Shami heard Zheng Banqiao's words, he stopped and turned around to salute with one palm.

"It's okay, let's go. Zheng Banqiao waved his long sleeves and motioned for Xiao Shami to continue to lead the way.

He had been to Tianning Temple several times, and he was very close to this little novice, and after walking a few steps, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked, "Then is the food made by your master delicious?"

After speaking, looking at the little novice's eyes, there was still a little expectation.

"I haven't eaten it, I can't say, but when Mr. Itabashi comes, Master will definitely make it, and when the time comes, Mr. will think it is delicious, and it will be delicious. ”

The little novice replied solemnly.

"Haha, that's a good point, it's supposed to be like this, what others say is someone else's idea after all, it's better to try it yourself. A hearty voice came from inside the room.

Then the door opened, and out came a monk in a rag robe, holding a string of prayer beads in his hand, with a happy face.

"Mr. Itabashi, please come into the house, Puxin, and go to tea. ”

"Yes, Master. The little novice entered the house and took the tray and left, leaving only Zheng Banqiao and the monk in the house.

"Master Wen Si is not going to the hall today, why do you have time to wait for Banqiao to visit?"

Zheng Banqiao opened his mouth, and Su Zifang finally realized that the monk in front of him might be the inventor of Wensi Tofu, otherwise, this dish would not be abruptly named after him.

It's just that Su Zifang is still a little curious, the Wensi tofu in later generations is seasoned with chicken soup, and now a monk is here to make it, what should I do?

"I heard that Mr. Banqiao wrote a preface to Mr. Zhuzhi's "Yangzhou Bamboo Branch Words" a few days ago, but the mountain high temple is far away, and today I heard that Mr. Itabashi is visiting, so I naturally want to disturb it. ”

"This matter is not urgent, but I just heard Puxin mention that Venerable Wen Si has been practicing in the hall recently, and I don't know what delicacies there are to eat?"

Su Zifang originally thought that the two would discuss Buddhism and poetry again, and they were all ready to visit the temple, so they regarded it as a tour. Unexpectedly, Zheng Banqiao was even more anxious than him, so he simply waited on the side.

"There is no delicacies, but there is a vegetarian meal. Monk Wensi saluted with one palm and looked at Zheng Banqiao.

"I'm hungry after walking all the way, so it's better to talk about poetry after eating vegetarian food. Zheng Banqiao put down the fan in his hand as if he was playing tricks and looked at Monk Wensi.

"It's a little difficult to do before the time for the temple to pass the hall, but yesterday all the tofu was used up, and today I have to make new tofu, so if Mr. Itabashi wants to try it, I'll prepare it. ”

Monk Wensi stood up to salute, and Zheng Banqiao also stood up to salute in return.

"That's very good, trouble the mage. ”

Monk Wensi turned around and left, leaving Zheng Banqiao to admire the calligraphy and painting in the house.

Compared with the calligraphy and painting that he couldn't understand, Su Zifang was obviously more interested in Monk Wensi making tofu, and followed in three steps and two steps, but no matter how he chased him, Monk Wensi was more than ten meters away in front of him.

I finally watched Monk Wensi turn around and enter a door, thinking that he could always catch up with him this time.

But when he chased to the door, Monk Wensi had already walked out with three pieces of tofu and took the door with him.

After a few pushes, the wooden door did not move.

......

I don't know if it's the setting or the system deliberately, the closed door Su Zifang can't go in, even if it's just a cover-up.

Shaking his head, Su Zifang hurriedly followed Monk Wensi, it was a pity that he didn't see the process of making tofu, if he missed the production of Wensi tofu, then this time the video was basically in vain.

And Su Zifang was very worried that this kind of video could only be watched once, so he cherished this opportunity.

"Hello Venerable Venerable. Good ...... mage"

Monk Wen Si walked through the eaves of the hall and entered the kitchen, where the monks he met along the way greeted him.

"I didn't expect this monk to be very popular. Su Zi thought to herself, but her eyes kept looking at the tofu in Monk Wensi's tray.

The tofu is soaked in a basin of clear water, swaying back and forth with the water waves, like a ball of fine mutton fat.

"Master Wen Si, you are here again today, why does this tofu have to be soaked in water?" a novice stopped what he was doing and looked at Monk Wen Si.

"This tofu is too tender, and if it is directly served in a bowl, it will be crushed, and there is no way to use it. Monk Wensi was obviously in a good mood, and he also gave an explanation.

"I'll borrow this desk and return it later. ”

After Monk Wensi finished speaking, he scooped a scoop of water, cleaned the cutting board and hands, and poured half a bowl of water beside him.

Carefully picking up a piece of tofu from the water and placing it on the cutting board, Monk Wensi calmed down, poured water on both sides of the blade, and carefully held the tofu and began to drop the knife.

At the beginning, Monk Wensi still had some strength, and he was careful with the knife, but after a few knives, his appearance suddenly changed, and the blade collided with the cutting board to make a dense sound.

Su Zifang deliberately changed an angle and stepped forward to watch the close-up.

The water-soaked blade cuts through the tofu, and the paper-thin tofu falls off the whole piece of tofu and piles it together. With each dozen cuts, Monk Wensi would push outwards and spread the sliced tofu slices on the cutting board.

Repeat it several times, and a piece of water tofu is all sliced and piled on the cutting board like a ball of cream.

Monk Wensi took a handful of water from the bowl with his left hand and scattered it, and continued to cut shreds with the knife in his right hand.

For a while, there was only the sound of the continuous and fine blades colliding with the cutting board, but the blade moved very slowly, if it wasn't for Su Zifang getting close enough, I am afraid that I would have thought that Monk Wensi's knife had never moved its position.

Monk Wensi was not in a hurry, as if he didn't care about the passage of time, he stood by the cutting board and looked at the tofu in his hand, and dropped the knife according to the rhythm, Su Zifang also stood next to him and watched with wide eyes.

"Knock knock ......"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the sound of the knife stopped suddenly, and Su Zifang suddenly woke up from a state of fascination, with a shocked face.