Gao Wenchong put one hand behind his back and put the other hand in front of him, holding a large handful of dried vermicelli in his palm.
Looking at his elegant posture, it seems that what he is holding in his hand is not vermicelli but a book.
Monk Guangji was relatively casual. His slovenly appearance was not formal. He was holding a handful of sweet potato leaves in his dirty hands, which are the kind used to feed pigs in the countryside. I don’t know which family he came from.
Pulled from the backyard.
As for Master Ziyin, he still has an air of immortality, his snow-white beard is meticulously combed, and his Taoist robes are as neat as possible.
Such a good-looking old Taoist priest is now holding four large white porcelain bowls in his hands, which always makes people think of begging for food.
The three of them seemed to have just returned. When they all turned to look at Xie Changyuan, their eyes suddenly lit up.
To be precise, it's not a light in front of my eyes, but a light in front of my nose.
These three outstanding practitioners all smelled the aroma of meat!
"Come on, come on!" Monk Guangji smiled and waved to Xie Changyuan, signaling him to hurry over.
Xie Changyuan happily pushed the cart away. After the four of them met, they all had smiles on their faces. They looked at the things in their hands and thought that they could finally get together.
Xie Changyuan advocated stewing a pot of pork head vermicelli. After all, pig head meat is ready-made. As for the vermicelli, you can put it in the pot and blanch it. When it is about to come out of the pot, add sweet potato leaves to stew, then cut the pork head and cover it with noodles.
Just go up.
This idea has been approved by everyone, but now there is a big problem, that is, the marinade is too salty and is not suitable for cooking noodle soup.
Although Master Ziyin also brought a bucket of water, the pot was only that big, and you couldn't add much water to it. If you cooked it like this, the noodles would kill you.
I thought it would be a pity to throw away some of the marinade.
The four of them thought for a moment, and finally Monk Guangji picked up the iron pot with a smile, brought the edge of the pot to his mouth domineeringly, and drank half of the pot of marinade in one breath!
Seeing this scene, the other three people were dumbfounded and couldn't close their mouths for a long time.
This... this is too...
Xie Changyuan swallowed and couldn't help but admire this sloppy monk for a moment.
As for Master Ziyin, his eyelids were twitching wildly, and he expressed his heartfelt rejection and disapproval of the sloppy monk's sloppy behavior.
After all, this old Taoist priest is very particular about hygiene.
After Guangji put down the iron pot, he just wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said with a smile.
"Amitabha, too salty!"
However, judging from the way he couldn't help but smack his mouth, the mouthful of stew didn't quite stun him.
Now it's ready, half of the stewed soup is drunk, and there is no need to worry about wasting it. Xie Changyuan directly pours cold water into the pot and boils the vermicelli!
The gray-brown vermicelli is placed in the boiling soup, gradually softened by the high temperature, and slowly drifts with the flow in the surging hot pot.
The vermicelli that was originally dried is now sucking the soup in the pot crazily, absorbing the meaty and aniseed flavors in the soup.
The four people gathered in a circle and stared intently at the vermicelli inside the pot, which seemed to be moving with the rhythm of life.
When the vermicelli became crystal clear in the pot, Monk Guangji grabbed a large handful of sweet potato leaves and threw them into the pot.
Xie Changyuan raised a large spoon and put it in to stir it up so that the sweet potato leaves could be heated evenly and cut off as quickly as possible.
When the heat was almost done, Master Ziyin placed four large white porcelain bowls beside the pot, and finally Gao Wenchong, the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, filled the bowls.
Gao Wenchong rolled up his sleeves, held chopsticks in one hand, and used a spoon in the other to fish out the vermicelli from the pot with great care.
His hands were very steady, and he almost divided the pot of vermicelli into four equal parts with great precision, and each large white porcelain bowl contained a full three taels.
Then, he picked through the pot, evenly distributed the ripe sweet potato leaves, and inserted the whole pig head meat on the side with chopsticks and threw it into the pot to scald.
"Master Guangji, can you lend me your sword?" Gao Wenchong said gently.
Hearing this, Monk Guangji happily took out a palm-sized black sword from his arms.
The Jie Dao is one of the eighteen items of Mahayana monks. It is a knife that monks usually use to cut clothes or have other daily needs. Nowadays, it is most convenient for cutting meat.
Gao Wenchong took the knife, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not. He put the knife on the stove and roasted it for a while. When the blade turned red, he put it into the bucket and scratched it. He only heard a hissing sound and white smoke rising from the water.
Come on, the water has turned black!
When I took out the sword again, I felt that the sword was much cleaner!
"Hehe." Monk Guangji laughed dryly.
Master Ziyin stood aside and glanced at him, but still didn't say anything to him. He just urged Gao Wenchong to cut the meat quickly.
Gao Wenchong held a knife and stared at the best piece of pig head meat on the chopping board. He used the knife as if he were writing, smoothly cutting out pieces of evenly sized meat, and then placing them in bowls.
Among them, Master Ziyin seemed to be really hungry. He took the first bowl of vermicelli without waiting for everyone to eat. He straightened his beard to ensure that it would not fall into the bowl, and immediately started to slurp the vermicelli.
Xie Changyuan was quite patient, waiting silently for Gao Wenchong to cut the meat.
But when the Prime Minister got the last share, he was interrupted by Monk Guangji.
The old monk smiled and waved his hand.
"No need to cut!"
Then, he poured his bowl of vermicelli back into the pot, and snatched out a piece of pig head meat from Gawain's pet knife.
What was jaw-dropping was that he finally pulled the other whole pieces of pork head on the chopping board into the pot, held the pot with his bare hands and took a sip of the hot soup, making a whirlwind meal and enjoying the meal.
The main reason is that the old monk doesn't like to use chopsticks, so he just grabs the whole pot with his hands, causing the soup and oil stains on his sleeves.
I have to say that although this old monk has great magical power, he is really not particular about his living habits.
Master Ziyin said angrily.
"Old monk! How can you be so greedy as a monk? I'll give you all the meat, and that's all we'll share!"
The old Taoist priest was a little angry.
The total amount of meat in his bowl was more than half a palm, but the monk was lucky enough to pick up the pot and eat it, and he had all the meat to himself, which made all his plans of adding another bowl come to nothing.
Monk Guangji ignored him and just silently chewed a piece of pig head meat with a look of satisfaction on his old face.
Xie Changyuan said while holding the bowl.
"Hey, aren't you also a monk? Don't you also violate the precept of eating meat? You still have the nerve to criticize others."
Master Ziyin glared at Xie Changyuan directly.
"I am an upright Taoist priest and can eat meat!"
Xie Changyuan was choked and had nothing to say, so he could only continue to lower his head and whisper.
Among the four people, one is a Zen living Buddha, one is the leader of the Taoist sect, one is the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, and the other is a general of the Qin Dynasty.
These four people all have considerable status and influence in their respective fields.
But at this moment, they were squatting on the street with a bowl of vermicelli in their hands and eating it.
This scene is really surprising. Even decades later, this interesting story is still circulated in Bianliang City of the Song Dynasty.
It's just that by that time, one of the four people was already gone.