"Jiang Liu, this is a handful of coarse salt, your task tonight is to purify it into edible salt by yourself, since your father asked you to learn cooking skills with me, you start with the seasonings, I don't care how those restaurants outside attract customers, I tell you, the third-rate chef only puts a lot of seasonings in a mess, and the first-class top chef only puts salt ......", a tall man, wearing a white chef's uniform and a tall chef's hat, with a stern expression.

"The way from coarse salt to edible salt needs to be purified and impurities filtered ......", the young man had some filter paper, beakers, glasses and other tools in front of him, holding a smart phone in his hand, searching for the information he wanted, and at this time, a voice message came: "Brother Liu, hurry up and go online, tonight's strategy is the ultimate boss Bull Demon King, you are indispensable."

In a dimly lit Internet café, there were three empty mineral water bottles on the table, and the young man's eyes were bloodshot, but he stared at the computer screen in high spirits, and he was extremely excited to see that the blood bar of the big boss in the game was almost empty.

Finally, when the boss fell, countless rays of light scattered out, and the boy's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness.

......

Giggles!

Half-asleep and half-awake, there was a faint sound of a rooster announcing the dawn, and Jiang Liu slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

Looking through the window, looking at the still dim scenery outside, I could vaguely see the outline of the mountain and the trees, and sighed in my heart: It has been almost half a month since I came to this world, and I still hope that when I open my eyes, I have returned to modern times?

Getting up in the dark, he lit an oil lamp, and the faint light barely dispelled the darkness in the meditation room.

Through the light, you can see that everything in the meditation room is very simple, the bed made of a few wooden planks, a table with a stone underneath, and a stool woven of bamboo......

He took a light gray shabby monk's robe from the head of the bed and put it on, took out a little snow-white salt from the clay pot under the bed, put it into a bamboo cup, and rinsed his mouth with salt water.

There is no way, when I come to this world, I don't even have toothpaste and toothbrush, so I can only rinse my mouth with some salt water.

Originally, he was just a chef apprentice, and he was dragged by a friend to play games in an Internet café in the middle of the night, but he didn't expect that after fighting all night, when he opened his eyes again, he came here.

It's been half a month since I came to this world, and although it was difficult to accept it at the beginning, these days, it can be regarded as calm, and Jiang Liu also has some understanding of the world he is in now.

I am now in a place called Jinshan Temple, a small dilapidated temple, up and down, there are only a handful of people.

The temple's incense is not good, but fortunately, it has opened up its own vegetable fields and farmland, and it is able to support itself.

It's just that if you want to play games online or something, it's impossible, because the era I'm in now is the Tang Dynasty, and the current emperor is Li Shimin.

Of course, if you can live for more than a thousand years, you can wait until the rise of the Internet age?

Shaking his head, gurgling a few times, and spitting out the last mouthful of salt water in his mouth, Jiang Liu put away his messy thoughts, walked to the room, took out the dough that had been kneaded last night, wrapped some leeks in it, and put it in the pot to steam slowly.

Then, with great difficulty, put on a stone mill, take out the soybeans that had been soaked all night, and grind them carefully......

Crossing to this Jinshan Temple, his identity is a small novice who works as a handyman, and the food in the temple is his own job.

Although he is only an apprentice chef in modern times, his cooking skills are still excellent for this era.

For example, the oil lamp in the meditation room was rewarded to himself by the old host because of the recent delicious food, but there was no one else in the temple except the host and himself.

Boom... Boom... Boom......

After half an hour of busy work, the other monks in the temple had already gotten up.

When the quaint bell of the temple was struck, the sky was already completely bright, and the distant bell rang far away.

This bell is to announce the official start of the temple life, do morning classes, eat breakfast, and then plant the land and vegetables.

Unlike the monks on TV who seem to be in charge of chanting sutras and receiving pilgrims, in fact, the monks in the temple also have to farm the land to make a living, at least in the dilapidated Jinshan Temple that has crossed over.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small mountain village, but the river has never gone down, but you can see it when you stand on the mountain.

When the bell rings every day, the village below the mountain gradually begins to liven up, and it seems that this bell plays the role of an alarm clock for these villagers under the mountain.

Of course, the most important thing is that this bell has another meaning, that is, Jinshan Temple began to officially receive pilgrims at this time.

Although, it has been a long time since there have been pilgrims in the temple......

Soon, the soy milk has been grinded, and five bowls have been laid out, poured separately, one bowl of soy milk, two vegetable buns, this is everyone's breakfast.

Soon, several monks who had finished their morning classes came over one after another.

The leader is an old monk with a gray beard, and the eyebrows give people an amiable feeling, which is the presiding officer of the temple.

In addition, there were three young monks, all wearing gray-white monk's robes, which were more or less patched, plus Jiang Liu's own little novice, and everyone in Jinshan Temple had arrived.

"Let's eat", after Fa Ming sat down, he spoke, took a sip of soy milk first, and the other monks started to move.

"Well, since Liu'er fell into the water half a month ago, these days, it seems to have opened her mind, the food is getting better and better, and this steamed cake is better than the one made under the mountain."

"I really hope that Liu'er can stay in the temple and cook all the time."

"This soy milk is also delicious, steamed cakes with soy milk, it's really a must."

......

After the start, these monks were full of praise for the breakfast made by Jiang Liu, although it was just a simple vegetable package with soy milk, but the taste was much better than before.

For these monks of Jinshan Temple, the meals in the past half month have given them the concept of food, rather than just food.

The so-called steamed cake is steamed buns, which was the name of the Tang Dynasty.

"Steamed buns with soy milk, but not a perfect match, fritters with soy milk is, but unfortunately, the current Jinshan Temple is so poor that I don't dare to use so much oil to fry fritters", listening to the praise of the monk next to him, Jiang Liu's heart murmured secretly.

Although, fritters are something that only appeared in the Song Dynasty.

"Okay, stop talking, if you talk too much, you will be tired, you can't eat, you can't sleep", Fa Ming looked at everyone, so that everyone didn't dare to say more.

After eating his breakfast slowly, the old host of Fa Ming put down the empty bowl and his eyes fell on Jiang Liu's body.

"Liu'er, you're fifteen years old, aren't you?"

"Yes, host, I'm fifteen years old this year", I don't understand why the host suddenly mentioned his age, Jiang Liu still nodded.

"Well, fifteen years old, it is also the year of hair binding in ordinary people, according to the rules, you should also participate in the incense ceremony, and in half a month it will be the day of the annual incense ceremony of the Big Buddha Temple, and then let Senior Brother Xuankong accompany you."