"Do you want to draw me?"

Hearing Wu Dalang's suggestion, the monk Shaozhuyuan laughed, "Monk, I am not a great monk, how can I put it on the painting?"

"Master, why not sit down and listen to Xiaodi slowly." Wu Dalang shook his eyes at Monk Fu while pulling over a chair.

The monk Fu, who was standing beside him, hurriedly said, "Master, the work in the kitchen has ended, so let the disciples stare at it."

It is already late at night, and the night market of the Shaozhuyuan Restaurant is almost about to be closed. The customers in the store are all full of food and food, leaving one after another. The great monk of Shaozhuyuan has nothing to do and can't sleep for a while. He also thinks Wu Dalang's proposal is very interesting, so he sat down with a golden sword to listen.

Monk Fu went to the kitchen for a walk. When he came out, he had a tray on his hands, and put a wine pot, a pair of bowls and chopsticks, a plate of Arhat beans and a stack of buns. Then he left like a gust of wind.

These foods are all midnight snacks for the monks. Although the monks cook pork, it is not convenient to eat meat. Therefore, in front of outsiders, Master Huiming, a monk in the pork garden, will not touch meat.

Of course, the bun in front of him was made of mutton... The stuffing was made of mutton, and others should not be able to see it, so it would not be considered breaking the precepts.

The monk grabbed a bun and took a big bite, nodded in satisfaction, and then said to Wu Dalang and others: "You can also try the buns in the roasted pigyard. Although they are not as good as the plum blossom buns in the cave of Wanglou, they are not much different."

The plum blossom bun in Wanglou's cave is actually a soup dumpling. It was also a big deal in later generations, but it was the only one in the Northern Song Dynasty. The monk Shaozhuyuan always wanted to "counterfeit the village", but unfortunately the monk kept the secret, and the monk couldn't understand the secret for a while.

But Wu Dalang knew about this knock.

Dalang was not polite either. He picked up a hot bun with chopsticks and took a big bite like a monk from the roast pigyard. The bun was very soft and there was delicious mutton filling inside. It was indeed the best, but it didn't have that hot soup.

Wu Dalang's eyes rolled and said, "Master, in my opinion, the buns in the roasted pigyard are not under the Wanglou. The Wanglou buns are just a trick. They use the method of boiling gelatin to make soup and jelly and mix them with filling..."

"What the hell?" The monk suddenly shouted, his eyes staring at Wu Dalang like a copper bell, "You say it again!"

Wu Dalang smiled and said, "Master, the cave plum blossom buns in Wanglou are just mixed with squid soup jelly in the filling. The method of making the squid soup jelly is similar to gelatin, but it is not that thick and the ingredients are not so particular. There is no need for beef tendon and deer tendon. You can use pig skin, pork bones and fresh soup to make it slowly."

Gelatin is the raw material for preparing gum alum water. Gum alum can make the eyes stick to the picture without peeling it off. Therefore, gum alum water is a must-have for fine brush painting. There is a technique called "three alum nine dyeing", which refers to the method of rendering colors by brushing gum alum water multiple times.

Preparing gum alum water was a technique mastered by most painters of the Song Dynasty. The only thing that could connect gum alum water with Wanglou buns was probably the only one who could connect gum alum water with Wanglou buns.

"So that's it! Haha..." The monk patted his bald head, "I'm so stupid, why didn't I expect it?"

He is good at cooking meat dishes, so he naturally knows that the gravy is easy to freeze. But when he was studying how to make buns before, he didn't expect to chop the gravy into the filling. Now that it was pointed out by Wu Dalang, he suddenly became clear.

Now the monk had no intention of talking to Wu Dalang. He stood up and bowed to Wu Dalang and others, "Dalang, everyone, I need to accompany you less. I am just a anxious man and I can't keep things in my heart. I have to try making a few plum blossom buns... When the buns can be made, Dalang will paint me as long as I want to paint. If the paint looks like it, I will recommend Dalang to the abbot's senior brother.

Our Daxiangguo Temple is a royal temple, and the abbot's senior brother can speak well on the side of the empress dowager. If Dalang's paintings are really good, they will be recommended to the palace, even if they are waiting for the imperial edict, they can be rewarded.

If you don’t draw well, why not learn to make buns with me?"

After saying that, the monk turned around and left, running to the kitchen like a whirlwind.

Looking at the monk's back, the three people present looked at each other. After a while, they heard Guo Jing speak.

"Dalang, this monk is talking about it."

"What a good way, is it to make buns?" Liu Wuji asked blankly.

Guo Jing laughed, "Wu Dalang's buns are also catchy."

"ha!"

Wu Dalang also laughed.

The red face with a little alcoholic spirit was full of lust.

He narrowed his eyes and whispered: "This is a trouble. If the Shaozhuyuan really recommends me, it will be difficult to do the East Cross."

The East Cross Street is to make fake paintings and make money. If Wu Dalang made an imperial edict and gave the imperial edict, then his figure painting would be known.

It will be not easy to "scam money with the ancients"...

Hearing his words, Guo Jing and Liu Wuji both shook their heads.

Why did this Wu Dalang fall into the eyes of money?

Can your family’s troubles be solved with money?

However, the two of them did not persuade Wu Dalang to "take the right path". After all, the monks from the Shaozhuyuan didn't know each other very well. Maybe they were just unreliable people to speak?

Moreover, who knows what kind of abbot of Daxiangguo Temple is?

Wu Dalang seemed to be in a good mood. Although the sky was dark and the Zhouqiao Night Market outside gradually became deserted, Wu Dalang kept drinking one glass after another, without any intention of leaving.

Wu Haogu's previous life was not drunk, but in this life he was quite good at the cup and had a lot of alcohol. After drinking many cups of yellow soup, he was still 50% or 60% sober. However, he was addicted to alcohol and couldn't control his drinking. Sooner or later, he would get himself drunk.

I don’t know how long it took, but the three of them who accompanied Wu Dalang to have a drink were a little sleepy. They looked at each other and prepared to pull Wu Dalang out of the Shaozhuyuan Restaurant.

At this moment, Monk Fu came out of the kitchen. Seeing that Wu Dalang and others had not left yet, he went up and said, "Dalang, Third Brother, Xiao Yi, it's getting late, so you can go back."

Guo Jing and Liu Wuji nodded, and Guo Jing went to support Wu Dalang, while Liu Wuji went to get the easel and luggage that Wu Dalang brought from his home. Wu Dalang, who was shaking up, asked casually: "Monkey, can you make that bun?"

"Where is it so fast," said Fu, "Did Dalang not simmer the gelatin? It took several hours, and it still had to be cooled down before it could freeze."

"Oh, too." Wu Haogu smiled, "Then are we going to say goodbye to the master of the Shaozhuyuan?"

"No need," Mr. Fu smiled bitterly, "My master was drunk in the kitchen while waiting for the meat soup to be cooked. It seems that I have to wait until dawn in the kitchen..."

"Have you been drunk?" Wu Dalang stood up shakingly, "I'll go and take a look."

As he spoke, he didn't want Guo Jing either. Liu Wuji and his two men helped him, so he walked towards the kitchen of the Shaozhuyuan.

Because the soup (meat skin jelly) was boiled on the stove, the kitchen was very hot. Wu Dalang was sweating as soon as he entered and the alcohol was slightly over. He looked around and found that although the lights were lit in the kitchen, it was very dim, as if no one was there.

While he was wondering, he suddenly heard a thunderous sound. Following the sound, he saw a huge monk lying on the side of a large rectangular table, which was Huiming, the monk's top had been pulled away and rolled around his waist, revealing his upper body full of tattoos.

Dalang walked closer and looked closely and found that the monk had a big belly, black hair on his chest and in the middle of his belly, his arms were thick and powerful, and his muscle lines were clear. One of the arms was holding a wine gourd, and the other was supporting his big head. The pair of big copper bell-like eyes on his head were open, but a thunderous snoring sound came from his mouth.

Wu Haogu looked at it for a while and suddenly blurted out: "What a drunken arhat!"

Hearing Wu Dalang's shouting, the three people outside came in rushing in. Liu Wuji came in in a hurry, and even held the easel in his hand and never put it down.

Wu Dalang saw the easel in Liu Wuji's hand, smiled foolishly, and even burped, "Brother Xiao Yi quickly put the easel up, I will draw the drunken arhat here."

Liu Wuji shook his head and said to himself: You are so drunk that you can still draw? Do you really think that you are the painting saint Wu Daozi who "wines you so much and wants to write, and you must drink it well"?

"Brother Xiao Yi, why don't you bring the easel over!" Wu Dalang, who was half drunk and half awake, was stunned when he saw Liu Wuji there, and shouted again.

Liu Wuji laughed and cried and placed the easel for Wu Dalang, and brought the brush, ink, paper and inkstone that Wu Dalang painted, and the painting board that was glued to raw and mature Xuan and placed it on the shelf.
Chapter completed!