Chapter Seventy-Seven: Turning Decay into Magic (Asking for Sanjiang Tickets)
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After a while, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old monk suddenly walked in outside the door, stood in the middle, and gave a Buddha salute to everyone, saying: "Donors, due to the negligence of the kitchen master for a while, the fasting rice was cooked, and the kitchen is now being redone. ”
"Not really. I'm dying of hunger, you haven't even cooked yet, do you want to see this pure place of Buddhism full of corpses? When Hong Tianjiu heard this, he immediately shouted unhappily.
Is there such an exaggeration.
Li Qi looked at Hong Tianjiu with a lively look, full of energy, like a person who was about to starve to death, and laughed secretly in his heart, this kid is really afraid that the world will not be chaotic.
Zou Zijian also said quite dissatisfied: "Yes, we have been waiting for a long time, since you have cooked the rice, why don't you go to the restaurant outside to get some food, could it be that you Xiangguo Temple can't even take out this bit of silver?" He wasn't actually very hungry, but he was just angry with Li Qi, and he was worried that he had nowhere to vent, when the little monk hit the muzzle.
With this Wen Yiwu taking the lead, everyone protested one after another.
These are all some well-known characters in Bianjing, and the little monk stood in the middle, at a loss for a while, and was about to cry.
When Li Qi saw it, he squinted his eyes, thinking that the opening of the Drunken Immortal Residence was imminent, why not take this opportunity to hype it up. He groaned and said to the little monk, "Little master, what are you going to do with those boiled rice?" ”
The little monk saw that Li Qi was smiling, and his tone was also very friendly, and he hurriedly said: "The upper layer has not been completely pasted and left for the masters in the kitchen to eat, and the lower layer is naturally poured out, donors, please rest assured, the small temple will never use these meals to entertain the donors." ”
Li Qi nodded and said, "Okay, you go and get me the pasty rice below." ”
The little monk was slightly stunned, and didn't seem to understand Li Qi's words.
"Hey, little bald donkey, didn't you hear what my brother Li said, why don't you go quickly, thanks to my father donating so much incense money to you every year, I think it's all in vain, and I can't do a little thing." Hong Tianjiu slapped the table and shouted loudly.
When Bai Qiannuo saw it, he shook his head helplessly, thinking that it was no wonder that Zou Zijian took a detour when he saw this little demon king.
The little monk knew this Hong Tianjiu and knew that this was not a master to be messed with, so he thought that he should go and tell the master first, and said, "Yes, the little monk will go now." After saying that, he gave another Buddha salute, and then turned and went out.
After the little monk left, Hong Tianjiu immediately asked Li Qi, "Brother Li, what do you want these burnt rice for?" ”
Sweat! Listening to your tone just now, I thought you knew what I wanted to do.
Li Qi smiled and said, "It's not sure yet, I'll tell you later." ”
After a while, the two little monks walked in with two large bowls of pots, and a mushy smell immediately filled the entire dining hall, and everyone waved their wide sleeved robes.
When Li Qi smelled this smell, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and when the little monk put the bowl of pots on the table, Li Qi saw that there were so many pots, and he was secretly surprised, this Nima Xiangguo Temple is indeed a royal temple, and the guy who cooks rice is afraid that it is even bigger than that of the drunken immortal residence.
When they looked closely, they saw that only the middle pot was black, and the rest were golden brown, obviously not completely burnt, but this mushy smell ruined a good pot of rice, otherwise they could have served the top ones to the guests.
Li Qi smiled slightly, and said to the little monk: "Please help me get another pot of good tea, remember, not too hot, but not too cold." ”
Hong Tianjiu seemed to be more anxious than Li Qi, and shouted again: "Don't go quickly." ”
The little monk nodded hurriedly, then turned to leave again.
When everyone saw it, they were very curious, and they all set their eyes on Li Qi's table.
"What are you going to do?" Bai Qiannuo said curiously.
Li Qi laughed and said, "I'm going to cook a good dish for you to eat." ”
"This thing can also cook?" Hong Tianjiu shouted incredulously.
Li Qi smiled: "Whether you can cook or not, we'll know later." ”
After a while, the little monk walked in with a pot of tea that was still steaming, came to Li Qi's side, and said, "Donor, the little monk has already brought the tea you want." ”
"Thank you very much."
Li Qi smiled slightly, took the teapot, opened the lid, smelled it, and then tested the temperature on the outer wall of the teapot with his hand, nodded and said, "The tea is good, but it's still hot." ”
Taking advantage of this time, Li Qi called the little monk to bring a few pairs of dishes and chopsticks.
Everyone's curiosity has been completely aroused by Li Qi, they all opened their eyes wide, straightened their necks, and even some people simply came directly behind Li Qi in order to see more clearly.
After a while, the dishes and chopsticks arrived. Li Qi tried the temperature again, nodded slightly, and then used chopsticks to make the pot into small pieces, as for the black piece in the middle, he directly pinched it out and threw it.
Then he poured the pot of tea into the bowl and waited until it had just covered all the pots before putting the pot down.
Then, Li Qi served a bowl of tea with a pot to several people, and said, "Eat." ”
"That's it? Is this ready to eat? Hong Tianjiu exclaimed. He never imagined that the dishes that Li Qi was going to cook would be so simple.
"Of course, try it."
Mrs. Qin, Wu Furong and Bai Qiannuo had already bowed down to Li Qi's cooking, and since he said that he could eat it, several people had no doubt and picked up chopsticks and tasted them.
Bai Qiannuo took a small bite of the pot, only heard a few soft clicks, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and nodded: "Well---, I didn't expect that this mushy rice was brewed in tea, not only did it have no mushy taste, but it was also crispy and delicious." ”
"Combined with the aroma of strong tea, it can be called a delicious dish." With a shallow smile on the corner of Mrs. Qin's mouth, she praised.
"Is there such a god?"
Hong Tianjiu glanced at her suspiciously, picked up a large piece of pot and stuffed it into his mouth, just took two bites, his eyes widened, and he said incredulously: "Wow! It's so delicious, Brother Li, you're amazing. After that, he ate two more pieces in a row, and his mouth was full of stuff.
When the rest of the people saw it, they were itching, and one of them, a middle-aged man dressed as an outsider, came over, swallowed his saliva, pointed to another bowl of pots, and said, "This little brother, look at this bowl---。 ”
Li Qi smiled slightly and said, "We can't eat so much, you can take it." ”
The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly, holding a bowl in one hand and a teapot in the other, and left happily, and the rest of the people also surrounded him, rushing to eat.
When Hong Tianjiu saw it, the boss was dissatisfied, and said with a pout: "People haven't eaten enough yet, why don't you let them take it away, no, I have to go and get it back." ”
Li Qi hurriedly stopped him and said with a smile: "This is not a good thing, you can do it when you go home, but you don't have to deliberately burn the rice, just put the bottom layer of the pot in the tea and brew it, you can also add some prunes to it, it's very simple." ”
Hong Tianjiu nodded and smiled: "That's, that's, I'll tell someone to do it when I get home." ”
"Richie, how did you come up with this idea?" Bai Qiannuo said curiously.
Li Qi laughed and said: "It's nothing, if you cook too much, you can naturally think of it." ”
In fact, his approach is just a reference to the tea-stained rice of Little Japan, and the pot is originally a very delicious dish, if it is not burned, the taste will be more punctual.
Suddenly, the entire canteen was full of "click" sounds, and everyone ate so lively, only hating that there were too few pots.
At the same time, some people were asking each other about Li Qi's identity, and the words 'Drunken Immortal Residence' could be faintly heard.
Li Qi smiled slightly, and whispered to Wu Furong: "Uncle Wu, I have paved the road for you, you will know what to do later." ”
Wu Furong nodded vigorously.
This little pot, at most, can only cushion the stomach and eat it as a snack, and only after eating the belated fast, Li Qi and the others will leave.
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