"Jiang Liu, this is a handful of coarse salt. Your task tonight is to purify it into edible salt. Since your father asked you to learn cooking with me, you should start with seasonings. I don't care how the restaurants outside attract customers. Let me tell you, a third-rate chef only puts a lot of seasonings, and a first-rate chef only puts salt..." A tall man was wearing a white chef's uniform and a tall chef's hat, with a stern look.

"The way to eat salt is to purify and filter impurities..." The boy placed some filter paper, beaker, glass cup and other tools in front of him, holding a smart phone in his hand, searching for the message he wanted. At this moment, a voice came over: "Brother Liu, hurry up and go online, and tonight, you are indispensable."

In a dim Internet cafe, there were three empty mineral water bottles on the table. The boy's eyes were covered with blood, but he stared at the computer screen excitedly, watching the big boss's blood strips in the game almost empty, and he was extremely excited.

Finally, when the boss fell down, countless lights scattered out, the boy's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, his eyes turned black, and he lost consciousness.

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Half asleep and half awake, the sound of a rooster vaguely heard the dawn. Jiang Liu slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

My eyes flashed through the window, looking at the still dim scenery outside, and I could vaguely see the outlines of the mountains and trees. I 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?

He stood up in the dark and lit an oil lamp. The faint light barely dispelled the dimness in the Zen room.

With the light, we can see that everything in the Zen room is very simple. A few wooden boards are shorter, with a table with a stone underneath, and a stool that is not as beautiful as a bamboo weaving...

Pick up a light gray shabby monk's robe from the head of the bed and put it on it. I made a little snow-white salt from the clay pot under the bed, melted it into a bamboo cup, and rinse my mouth with salt water.

There is no way to come to this world, and you don’t even have toothpaste or toothbrush, so you can only get some salt water to rinse your mouth.

I was originally just a chef apprentice, but my friend was dragged to the Internet cafe to play games in the middle of the night. Unexpectedly, after fighting all night, I came here when I opened my eyes again.

It has been half a month since I came to this world. Although it was difficult to accept it at the beginning, I have calmed down these days, and Jiang Liu also knows about the world I am now.

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

The temple has not been incense, but fortunately, it has opened up vegetable fields and farmland, so it can be self-sufficient.

However, it is impossible to play games online, because the era I am in is the Tang Dynasty, and the current emperor is Li Shimin.

Of course, if you can live for more than a thousand years, you will probably be able to wait until the rise of the Internet era?

He shook his head, slurped out the last bite of salt water from his mouth. Jiang Liu put away his messy thoughts, walked to the kitchen, took out the dough that he had kneaded last night, made some leeks and wrapped them in, and put them in the pot and steamed them slowly.

Then, I put on a pair of stone mills and took out the soybeans that I had soaked all night and grind them carefully...

I traveled through time to this Jinshan Temple. My identity was a little novice monk who worked as a choreographer, and the food in the temple was my own job.

Although I am just a chef apprentice in modern times, my cooking skills are still excellent for this era.

For example, the oil lamp in the Zen room is the old host who rewards himself because the food is very delicious recently. There are no one in the temple except the host and himself.

Dong...dong...dong...dong...

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

When the ancient bell in the temple was ringed, the sky was already bright, and the distant bell sounded far and far away.

The bell announces that the day's life in the temple officially begins, doing morning classes, eating breakfast, and then growing vegetables.

Unlike the monks on TV who seem to be responsible for chanting scriptures and receiving pilgrims, in fact, monks in the temple also have to farm to make a living, at least this dilapidated Jinshan Temple that you come through is like this.

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

When the bell rings every day, the village at the foot of the mountain gradually becomes lively. It seems that the bell plays an alarm clock for the villagers at the foot of the mountain.

Of course, the most important thing is that the bell sounds, and there is another meaning, that is, the Jinshan Temple will officially receive pilgrims at this time.

Although, it has been a long time since pilgrims have gone up the mountain in the temple...

Soon, the soy milk had been ground, and five bowls were put into place, pouring them on one bowl of soy milk and two vegetable buns. This is everyone’s breakfast.

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

The leader is an old monk with a gray beard, and his eyebrows give people a kind feeling, which is the presidency of the temple.

There are also three young monks, all wearing gray-white monk robes, with more or less patches on them. In addition, Jiang Liu himself, as a little novice monk, everyone from Jinshan Temple has arrived.

"Everyone have a meal." After Faming sat down, he spoke, picked up the soy milk and took a sip. Then the other monks started to move.

"Well, since Liu'er fell into the water half a month ago, these days, she seems to have become enlightened. The food she cooks is getting better and better, and the steamed cakes are also better than those made at the foot of the mountain."

"I really hope Liu'er can stay in the temple to cook."

"This soy milk is delicious, and steamed cakes with soy milk are really awesome."

...

After starting, these monks praised Jiang Liu's breakfast. Although it was just a simple dish with soy milk, the taste was much better than before.

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

The so-called steamed cake is bun, which was called in the Tang Dynasty.

"Butters with soy milk are not perfect matches. Fried noodles with soy milk. Unfortunately, Jinshan Temple is so poor now that I dare not use so much oil to fry fried fried noodles." Jiang Liu murmured in his heart as he heard the praise of the monk next to him.

Although, fried dough sticks were something that only appeared in the Song Dynasty.

"Okay, stop talking. If you talk too much, you will be exhausted. If you don't eat or sleep, you won't speak." Faming presided over and looked at everyone, making everyone dare not speak anymore.

After slowly finishing his breakfast, Old Faming put down the empty bowl and his eyes fell on Jiang Liu.

"Liu'er, are you fifteen years old this year?"

"Yes, host, I'm fifteen years old this year." Jiang Liu nodded without understanding why the host suddenly mentioned his age.

"Well, you are fifteen years old, and you are also in the year of hair removal in ordinary families. According to the rules, you should also participate in the incense gift ceremony. In another half a month, it will be the annual incense gift ceremony of the Great Buddha Temple. Let Senior Brother Xuankong accompany you at that time."
Chapter completed!