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The ironclad general entered the customs at night, waiting for the five colders to be missed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mountain temple has not risen on the day, which is better known than idle.

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"Boom! ——”

"Boom! ——”

The bell is heavy and melodious......

Today's morning bell of Jietai Temple rang an hour later than a few days ago, so that the farmers in the area of Poria Mountain had a full sleep.

The wise little monk came down from the bell tower, but he was seeing Master Huifa waving his fists and feet in the courtyard, stretching his muscles and bones. Seeing that it was Zhizhi who rang the bell today, Huifa stopped him and asked:

"Wisdom, what about your senior brother, in the past, he used to get up early to ring the bell, why did he change it to you today?"

Zhizhi stopped and said to Huifa: "My senior brother is ...... He hasn't gotten up yet! ”

"Haven't gotten up yet?! Haha, no, the entire Poria Mountain knows that your senior brother is a rooster, how can he be bedridden today? It can't be sick, right? Uncle Hui asked with concern.

"No, no, he's not sick. I guess he has been worried about something lately and doesn't sleep well, so he wakes up late. ”

"Oh, what's on your mind? At such a young age, what can you think about? Master Huifa muttered to himself and continued his morning exercises, not taking the little monks' bedside as a big deal.

After the morning bell rang, the monks of Jietai Temple began their busy day. Among them, the busiest is Uncle Hui Zhai, who is in charge of the canteen, because he has to prepare breakfast for more than 60 people in the hospital.

Ziyun finished freshening up early and also rushed to the canteen to help, at this time the monk Huizhai was busy in the room with a group of little apprentices such as Zhifan and Zhitang. This morning's staple food is still a large steamed bun stuffed with cabbage and tofu and white rice porridge, the only difference is that two seasonal side dishes will be added to adjust everyone's taste, and the chef in charge of these two dishes is Ziyun.

Since Ziyun entered the kitchen of Jietai Temple, he has been recognized by everyone as a first-class chef, because of the food cooked by Master Hui Zhai, some of the little monks have eaten it for more than ten years, and they don't want to eat it anymore. In addition, Ziyun has a slight talent in cooking, and she has also learned cooking skills from Yun Siniang, even if it is a simple vegetarian meal, she can make many tricks, so the monks in the temple love to eat the meals she makes.

Ziyun pulled up the cloud sideburns, tied the headscarf, and put an apron embroidered with lotus flowers to her waist, like a pretty cook, she checked all kinds of ingredients, and at the same time instructed the little monks: "Zhi cake, Zhi noodles, you two peel off these fresh bamboo shoots and wash them." Zhi soup and smart rice, you put these dried bean curds in warm water and soak them. ”

The little monks were instructed to do their own work, and only Uncle Hui Zhai was carefully observing and secretly learning the craft.

"Hehe, Miss Ziyun, what are you going to cook for us today?" Master Hui Zhai asked with a smile.

"I'm going to make a fried bamboo shoots with dried beans for you today, now this season is the time to eat bamboo shoots, I see the bamboo shoots in our mountains, not only big, but also good meat quality, if these fresh bamboo shoots are cut into strips, stir-fried with dried beans, with the crispness of bamboo shoots with the soft fragrance of dried beans, and then put on the mushrooms and spices on our mountain, it must be delicious!"

Ziyun happily introduced her thoughts, her face was filled with a sense of accomplishment that she had never felt before, yes, she never thought that she could cook for so many people at one time, and she could be widely recognized by everyone, this satisfaction made her find the value of her own existence, and made her more convinced that leaving Qinchun Tower was a right choice.

"Well, yes, yes, it sounds drooling, come, I'll help you too!" Master Hui Zhai is humble and studious, and is willing to help Ziyun, cut the prepared ingredients well, chop them that should be chopped, and prepare all kinds of condiments, just waiting for Ziyun to take the spoon into the pot.

Ziyun saw that the materials were ready, so he asked a few fire-headed monks to make a fire to burn the stove, and when the oil temperature was just right, he stir-fried the shredded bamboo shoots and the green onion and ginger ingredients together, and when it was fried until it was six minutes cooked, he put the soaked dried bean curd into the pot, and then added sauce, vinegar, pepper and salt, and a slight aroma spread throughout the kitchen.

"Hmm~~ It's so fragrant! Sister Ziyun, what delicious food did you cook today? "The wisdom that has always been greedy came in when it smelled it.

Ziyun saw that it was smart, so he replied: "Today I want to make two side dishes for you, one is fried bamboo shoots with dried tofu, and the same is stewed shiitake mushrooms with rape." He asked again: "By the way, what about Brother Zhiqing, why didn't you see him coming?" ”

Because Ziyun knew that the two brothers Zhiqing and Zhizhi lived in the same room, and Zhiqing usually got up early, and after he hit the morning bell, he would sometimes go to the stream to fetch water, and sometimes he would go to the elders to ask for peace, and then he would come to the canteen to talk to him and help him cook, but when it came to this hour today, he didn't see anyone, so he had doubts in his heart.

"Sister Ziyun is so eccentric, she only cares about my senior brother, and she doesn't care about us!" Seeing that Ziyun only had Zhiqing in his eyes, Zhizhi deliberately said sourly.

When Ziyun heard this, he replied shyly for a while: "How can there be, don't talk nonsense, who said I don't care about you, no, I came to make food for you early in the morning!" With that, he waved his shovel and turned over the dishes in the pot again.

Although Ziyun makes a few small dishes, if dozens of people can taste it, it is not a small amount, the temple uses a large pot for cooking, a large shovel is used for stir-frying, and even the container for holding vegetables has to be a wide-caliber basin, so making a large pot of rice is not only a technical work, but also a personal work.

Fortunately, with Uncle Hui Zhai on the side, Ziyun would not be too laborious, and when the side dishes were served and the big buns in the cage drawer were also steamed, the little monks took out the baskets, picked out the buns with long chopsticks, and then moved to the canteen to prepare for the meal.

After the meal was prepared, the little monk of Zhibao took a small gong and knocked a few times at the door of the canteen, shouting "Open the meal, start the meal!" Come and have breakfast, everyone! ”……

When the monks of the monastery heard the sound of the gong, they knew that the meal was ready, and they all put down their work and rushed to the canteen to eat.

The monks of all sizes entered the canteen one after another, some took bowls of porridge, some came to serve the dishes, and the canteen became lively all of a sudden, everyone talked about the quality of today's meals, and praised Ziyun's two small dishes today.

But Ziyun didn't seem to care too much about this, she was holding a spoon to serve everyone's food, but she looked around the door, because her Zhiqing brother didn't show up all morning.

"Brother Smart, come and help me serve a meal for a while, I'll go out for a while." Ziyun summoned Zhizhi to serve everyone dinner, quietly took off her apron, detoured from the back door of the kitchen to the Zen courtyard in the west, and came to the door of the meditation room where Zhiqing lived.

"Brother Zhiqing, are you there?"