There is a pool of tofu mud on the chopping board.

Monk Wensi took a new bowl of water, used his blade to wrap all the tofu mud into the water, and spread it lightly in the bowl, and then slowly stirred it in one direction.

In an instant, the tofu mud that was lingering together turned into millions of thin hair, and the white and mellow tofu shreds swam in the bowl.

Monk Wensi smiled at the tofu shredded tofu in the bowl and began to prepare other ingredients.

Mushrooms enhance flavor, winter bamboo shoots increase freshness, and vegetable color matching are all indispensable ingredients.

Monk Wensi used a flat knife method to process mushrooms and winter bamboo shoots into thin slices, and then cut them into thin slices with straight knife method.

A large pot was rolling with boiling water on the stove. Monk Wensi blanched winter bamboo shoots and mushroom shreds in water to remove the smell of earth, took it out and put it aside.

Next is to make soup base, which is also what Su Zifang is most interested in. The temple prohibits meat and fish, and how can Monk Wensi make it to make a sweet soup?

Monk Wensi went to the corner of the kitchen to pick up a few times, holding the cabbage, winter melon and radish, and slapped the dust on his body first before washing his hands and vegetables.

Cut the cabbage leaves into thin strips, peel and radish, and peel the winter melon and cut them into pieces, and add them to the pot to make soup.

When making the soup, Monk Wensi found a kelp from somewhere. After cleaning it, it cut it into small pieces and put it in the pot. The breath that was released instantly increased the fresh and sweet taste.

It's strange that the system blocked Su Zifang's sense of touch, but not the sense of smell. The fragrance that kept rolling out of the pot penetrated into his nose, making him feel greedy.

About half an hour later, Monk Wensi scooped out a bowl of soup and tried the salty and light. He nodded with satisfaction, turned around and instructed the little novice monk on the other side: "This pot of soup is ready, I use two bowls, and the rest will be left until the time of vegetarianism."

"Master Xie Wensi." The little novice monk was quite happy to see that he could make one less pot of soup.

Monk Wensi stopped the vegetables and only put two bowls of clear soup into a small pot next to it. Pour the shredded mushrooms and shredded winter bamboo shoots into it, stir well, then add a layer of thin layer, add shredded tofu and fine salt, gently rotate it on the soup noodles with a spoon to spread the tofu shredded tofu, and finally add shredded cabbage.

After the pot was lifted, the soup was bright and fragrant. It was divided into two bowls along the edge of the pot, covered with a bowl, and Monk Wensi walked out of the kitchen with a tray on his back.

"The master is done?" Zheng Banqiao found the vegetarian hall at some point, and immediately looked happy when he saw Monk Wensi appear.

"It's the first time I've seen Mr. Banqiao so excited after several months. It seems that the monk's words are not as good as the monk's vegetarian food." Monk Wensi put the tray on the table and sighed and said a verse.

"No, I have heard a lot of words from the monk. I haven't eaten the monk's vegetarian food yet, so the two cannot be said in the same way."

Seeing that the two of them had to continue the conversation, Su Zi put it next to him and wanted to open the lid of the bowl and taste two bowls first.

"Mr. Banqiao is right, but the monk can't say it." Monk Wensi signaled Zheng Banqiao to take his seat, "Mr. Banqiao ate the monk's vegetarian food, and then talk to the monk."

"Very good!" Zheng Banqiao stroked his beard slightly, his face full of joy.

When you open the cover bowl, you will see the outline of the ink mark out of the mushroom shredded, with large pieces of tofu shredded bamboo shoots left white, and the cabbage shredded green, and it seems that there is a good landscape painting of splashed ink ink in the bowl.

"Is this tofu soup?" Zheng Banqiao was a little unbelievable.

"There is no name yet, but the main ingredient is tofu, so let's count it." Monk Wensi said calmly.

"The master's craftsmanship is amazing!" Zheng Banqiao said this admiration with all his heart. He had seen many delicious delicacies in his life, but Monk Wensi was the first to make tofu like this.

"The desire for the mouth and stomach is a sin." Unexpectedly, Monk Wensi shook his head when he heard this and stopped talking.

Zheng Banqiao understood Monk Wensi's thoughts and comforted him: "'The Master said: Eat and eat fine meat and stew,' If the people in the world are not busy with life, how can they get delicious food? The desire to eat is also a manifestation of the people's wealth."

"Mr. Banqiao is saying." Monk Wensi thought for a moment, agreed with Zheng Banqiao's statement, and immediately smiled: "It's so good."

"Let's start." Zheng Banqiao persuaded Monk Wen Si and couldn't wait to stretch out the spoon.

The thin tofu shredded tofu shredded in the mouth, and the fresh and smooth texture made Zheng Banqiao relax his eyebrows. The soft and elastic shredded mushroom shredded with the crispness of bamboo shoots complement each other, bursting out an unparalleled taste in the mouth. The occasional shredded shredded vegetables are complemented with the last touch of sweetness, which is endless aftertaste.

After a spoonful, Zheng Banqiao couldn't help but put down the reserve of a scholar, picked up the bowl like the wind and swept the clouds and ate the whole bowl of tofu soup completely, and exclaimed: "It's really delicious in the world!"

"Since Master Wensi's dish does not have a name yet and is made in the vegetarian hall, it is not suitable for flamboyance and clichés. It's better to call it Wensi Tofu!"

"Mr. Banqiao is too good." Monk Wensi felt a little embarrassed, but he couldn't resist Zheng Banqiao, so he accepted the name.

The picture paused here and slowly began to fade. After a few seconds, Su Zifang stood in the kitchen where he was speechless again.

Looking back on his experience just now, Su Zifang was still excited. Even the most advanced virtual reality technology could not realize what he experienced and could witness the birth of Wensi Tofu with his own eyes.

Turn on the system again, and a countdown will be displayed on the video screen: 47:59:47.

It seems that this video can only be watched once every two days.

In addition to disappointment, Su Zifang was a little excited, but fortunately it was not a one-time job. Some people think it doesn’t matter if they wait.

"Buzz,buzz..."

In his pocket, Su Zi's cell phone began to vibrate. When he took it out, he saw that it was a strange number in Jingling City.

He had no habit of answering unfamiliar calls, but when he first came to Jingling, he had his own phone number, so he should be the neighbors on Xile Street. After thinking about it, he pressed to answer: "Hello, Su Zifang, who are you?"

"Boss Su, I wish you a good start." A familiar voice from Su Zi came from the phone, but he racked his brains and did not think of who it was.

It seems that no one from Jingling City can call him on Xile Street.

After a moment of silence, Su Zifang still spoke honestly: "Hello, who are you? I don't have a number here, I'm sorry."

"Chai Ya." The female voice on the other end of the phone did not expect Su Zi to be so straightforward, and added, "The government affairs hall will help you apply for a certificate."

"Oh, it's you." Su Zifang had an instant impression, as if the girl said she wanted to support her. He thought she was polite, but he didn't expect that the other party actually called.

"Remember to save the number this time. Boss Su, don't forget the truth." Chai Ya's voice came from the phone gently.

"Okay, OK." Su Zifang responded quickly and asked, "Why don't you just ask me to save one number when you call?"

"Yes, I almost forgot, it's Boss Su, will you make that kind of food that tastes good but won't grow meat? I've lost weight recently, but I'm too greedy." Chai Ya's voice became smaller and smaller, and there was no sound behind it. Maybe she felt that it was a bit too much to want to eat food that wouldn't grow meat.

Su Zifang recalled Chai Ya's appearance in his memory, as if this girl was only over 90 pounds, right? She still had to lose weight! She really didn't understand the girl's thoughts, but he didn't say this.

After all, when he was about to refuse, the system's taskbar appeared!

[Task: Ask the host to make delicious but not meaty dishes for diners, because of the satisfaction of the achievement, the system reward will be distributed in advance.]
Chapter completed!