Xia Yu hurriedly stuffed a small bag of silver and gave it to the little monk.

"Donor, the master agreed, but it can't be too long."

"Thank you, little master."

Fan Ruoxi entered the kitchen and saw all vegetarian dishes, with the most tofu, and some other green leafy vegetables, winter melons and the like.

"Today's main ingredients are this winter melon and tofu."

When Fan Ruoxi made a few dishes, he asked Xia Yu to find the little master just now.

As soon as the little master entered the door and saw a girl dressed as before, he thought that this girl shouldn't be embarrassed after cooking?

The first time he cooked, he made his face look like the bottom of a black pot just by lighting the fire.

And the kitchen is very clean, except for the extra dishes, there is no trace of cooking.

When the little monk saw the two dishes, he was shocked, "Amitabha, this is a Buddhist temple, how can you eat meat?"

If I had known that I would not have let them in, the Buddha would have blamed them.

I saw a dish that looked like pork belly, and although it was drizzled with brown and transparent sauce, the exposed part was clearly meat.

Another dish is also in the shape of meat, but it is jerky, and it smells good.

Suddenly, his stomach "gurgled", and the little master quickly folded his hands, lowered his head and shouted a Buddha name, "Amitabha." “

Fan Ruoxi said with a smile, "Little master, this dish is vegetarian Dongpo meat, which is made of winter melon, and this dish is called vegetarian beef, which is made of tofu, little master will try it." “

The little monk's eyes lit up when he heard this, and when he saw that there were a lot of dishes, he picked up a piece of jerky.

He only felt that there was a smell of beef in his mouth, which was the taste he had eaten a few years ago, and he blinked his big innocent eyes, "Is this really made of tofu?"

"Yes, there are still a few plates here, please let the little master taste it for his master and brother, I will leave."

"Thank you, Amitabha." The little monk has been here for a few years, he has advanced to the kitchen, and has not yet formally practiced, but he thinks that cooking is practice, so he hurriedly brought the food box to his master.

At lunchtime, the old lady sent the second and third girls away, because Fan Ruoxi's food was only two plates, and after she tasted it, she ate almost all of them.

"Ruoxi, who did you learn this from?" The old lady asked after eating, drinking tea.

"I learned this from my mother's books, my grandmother likes to eat, and Ruoxi makes it for my grandmother every day."

Of course, Fan Ruoxi can't say that she was a food lover in her previous life, her sister only gave her money in her previous life and asked her to study hard, she had little time to cook, so she often ordered takeout, and vegetarian food was not less, so she knew how to make this dish.

"You are a young lady, how can you cook every day, Mama Zhang, you go and learn from Ruoxi."

"Hey, yes, the eldest lady is filial." Mama Zhang watched the old lady eat well, and her heart was comfortable, the old lady was well, and she could live a long time.

In the afternoon, when Fan Ruoxi took Mama Zhang into the back kitchen, the little chef also brought a few little chefs who were also wearing aprons to ask how to make those two dishes.

Fan Ruoxi taught them all afternoon, and in the evening, many big families had those two dishes on their tables.

In the evening, in the space, Fan Ruoxi, who had been cooking all afternoon, soaked in the bathtub, "I'm so tired today." “

"Master, they'll give you a massage."

"Thank you Lingling, but you have little arms and legs, forget it." Ling Ling is only four years old, and she is also a little master, so it is too much for her to help herself with Chinese medicinal materials or something.