When cooking, he pays attention to a complete color, aroma and flavor. However, Chen Yu, who only had simple soy sauce, vinegar and coarse salt, had only a few seasonings and could only make a few choices.
Fortunately, the final product looks pretty good, and with my control over the heat, I still made a decent dish.
At the end, he took a spoonful and tasted it. His eyes showed satisfaction and he had nothing to say. The goal was basically accomplished.
The yellow mushrooms are soft and springy, the chicken berries are fresh and sweet, and there are also large "spring balls". When you bite on the mushroom caps, you can feel the soup overflowing, and your lips and tongue can't stop trembling.
The aroma hits the nostrils, tickling people's hearts like a seducing little hand, making them salivate.
In the courtyard, pots and pans are laid out.
Just as he was about to sit down, Chen Yu clapped his hands and almost forgot that there was a big boss in the audience.
So he hurriedly got up and went to the worship hall, lit incense and offered two sticks of green wax to the Taoist ancestor who was at the head.
According to the rules here, the time for worshiping the true emperor and Taozu is often set around noon of the day. There is a legend that it is said that the Yang energy in the world is at its peak at this time, and the incense and food items offered by the disciples are also more likely to be affected by these.
The boss noticed.
It's just that Yunheguan is in ruins, and he, Chen, is really not good at this. All he thinks about is working in the fields and cooking on the plate all day long, so the daily Yixiang that he used to enjoy rain or shine in the past years is in his hands.
He became increasingly frustrated.
I forget about Jingguang every now and then, and I can't help but rush to burn two sticks when I remember. It's not a perfunctory thing.
Fortunately, he is not bound by these red tapes, and he thinks that the etiquette when making offerings is quite considerate, so he should not offend these Taoist ancestors.
After all, the world is so big, we can't just stare at Yun Heguan's family every day.
Furthermore, the Human Dao Ancestor himself didn’t say anything.
In the hall, when the smoke was curling up, Chen Yu, who confirmed that Daozu could also eat hot food, neatly dressed himself and put on his Taoist robe, then turned back and walked out. He picked up a simple cloth and put it on his upper body to prevent the soup from dripping on the robe.
superior.
There is naturally more than one Taoist robe in the temple, but this one depicts clouds, moons, flowers and birds, and a tall white crane riding the mist and wind on the back, wrapped around both sides of the waist and abdomen, which is the predecessor of the temple as a status symbol of the temple owner.
Of course, the main reason is that the material of this robe is good, the style fits well and is eye-catching, and it is comfortable to wear, so he doesn't wear it often to avoid getting stains randomly.
In my memory, the previous master, the old monastery master who passed down to him, had a robe that was ragged and uneven, and it was really not beautiful at all.
I guess I just don't appreciate it because I'm young and energetic.
Putting back his messy thoughts, Chen Yu sat in front of the stone table, picked up the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, picked up a piece of tender mushroom and stuffed it into his mouth.
It's really not bad.
He no longer thought about it and just kept working hard.
Although it was not as unpalatable as swallowing it raw, the long-lost fresh aroma still made him let go. Not only did he fill up the five internal organs temple with all the steamed rice in the pot, but in the end he directly picked up the pottery basin.
Gululu is a cow drink.
fresh--!
Hiccup~~
After patting his belly and finishing the food on the table, Chen Yu cleaned up and sorted out his future plans.
It's leisurely in the mountains. Except for some chores, there isn't much that requires energy to deal with. However, you can be leisurely, but you can't be lazy.
When I'm lazy, I get panicked and think wildly.
Even before the heavy rain, the fishing rods would have to dry out in the shade for several days. He had to find something to do to make up for this gap.
"How about... try again?"
Bored, Chen Yu thought of the idea produced in the sea of consciousness, and together with the red earthworms not long ago, he had already tried it five times, but unfortunately they all failed.
For the first time, I started out cautiously and chose a weed in a corner of the yard.
Then the grass grew wildly, thick and long, from two inches to six feet in just half an hour!
Then he died.
Very suddenly, by the time he reacted, there was only a pile of withered and yellow debris left on the ground. It was later collected by Chen Yu, and now it is still gathering dust in a pocket in the utility room.
The next few times were similar. Although the objects were different, the results were extremely consistent.
All died in battle.
Big white roots covered with roots, orchids the size of fists, beans with thick skin that cannot be split with a knife...
Everything quickly lost its vitality after the drastic changes, and died too quickly and too suddenly.
Chen Yu didn't give up, and turned around and used his inspiration on animals, and that's how he got the king of earthworms that collapsed in the middle.
"Can't live animals?"
With doubts, he tried the stone again, but there was no reaction after the stone came into contact with the spirit machine.
The released inspiration cannot be taken back, so I can only watch the other party disappear silently.
Looking back to the present, Chen Yu was about to put aside his experiments on spiritual inspiration. Not only because he had to expend a lot of mental energy to attack every time, it took a lot of effort to dig out such a small particle like digging in a mountain. But also because of the spiritual inspiration.
The quantity is not much.
The ocean of consciousness is endless, but there is only a small area on the edge that can truly capture light spots and solidify them into inspiration. From the first time he accidentally entered the sea of consciousness, to today, he has been restricted by that small area for several months.
The accumulated inspiration is only in his early twenties.
On average, one pill every three days.
But this time Chen Yu had a new idea.
However, before starting a new round of experiments, some preparations must be made.
…
Backyard, abandoned medicinal garden.
Chen Yu was wielding a hoe to divide the entire medicine field into two parts. Although it was called a field, it was actually only two feet square, less than half the size of a vegetable garden.
Moreover, it has been abandoned for a long time, and the entire land is covered with various weeds and lush.
Previously, his energy was mainly focused on the mountain fields and vegetable gardens related to food rations, and he did not pay much attention to this medicinal field that had been abandoned for at least seven or eight years.
But this time it's just right. After taking care of the place, it not only looks clean, but also maybe some medicinal herbs can be planted in the future.
Just like when Yunhe Temple was first built.
It is said that the second-generation founder deliberately dug a century-old medicinal plant from the mountains to transplant it, but unfortunately it failed.
Today, things and people have long since changed.
Like most of the forces in the world, Yunheguan also started out as a martial artist and gained a foothold in troubled times. It was only later that he changed his profession and became a Taoist priest.
The first two generations of ancestors were all outstanding men and had made quite a name for themselves in the world. However, when the third generation came, that is, the generation of the masters of the old temple master, they were inactive. They were too successful and not aggressive enough.
As for the old temple master, after he came to power, the sun was getting worse every day. Later, he suffered from man-made disasters, and a group of descendants who had been promised high hopes were all killed, and no bones were left.
As a result, he fell into despair and could no longer recover.
In Chen Yu's eyes, Taoist temples like Yunhe Temple are more like gang sects in martial arts novels from previous lives than Taoist temples seeking mystical knowledge.
The two have one thing in common, that is, only a few masters support the field, and the training below the middle level all depends on luck. If you are lucky, a second-rate first-rate person will be born, and the sect will continue for another ten or eight years. If you are not lucky, there will be no support.
Going from prosperity to ruin is like a snowball, ridiculously fast.
As for the big forces like Zhengyang Guan, which have survived the changes of dynasties and have hundreds of years of inheritance and foundation, they are even rarer.
Today I tried to make a bowl of Bai Xian Soup according to my idea.