Aunt Yu secretly observed for a while and found that the two people opposite had been tempted by the food. Without looking at the others, she withdrew her gaze and enjoyed her share.
One bowl was not enough for Guo Yinghui and Guo Sixue, so they quickly added another bowl.
Guo Sixue was helping in the kitchen just now, so she knows how to mix it and how much to put in it.
When it came time to refill the noodles, I didn’t bother Xiao Nianzhi anymore and helped myself throughout the process.
After each of the siblings showed off three bowls, they were still a little unfinished.
However, you have to go back to bed after eating. Rainy days are not suitable for activities, so you should not eat so much.
Yan Changxia watched from the side, so envious that he almost said impulsively: "How about you take me to train?"
For no other reason than to make hundreds of millions more bowls when eating!
Unfortunately, Yan Changxia knows that he is not a perseverant person.
If you can’t persist in practicing martial arts, it’s better not to start.
Everyone showed off happily, and even left a bowl for the little novice monk who was watching the door.
Ever since the young novice monk saw Xiao Nianzhi, he had been hesitating to speak.
He tried to copy the golden corn balls, but he didn't understand the key points, so the steamed ones were just a mess.
Really, it is no exaggeration to say that it is a mess.
That is to say, the brothers and sisters were not picky about it, so everyone shared the bowls and ate.
This made the young novice feel a little guilty. He wanted to ask Xiao Nianzhi, but he was afraid that he would ask about someone else's inheritance, so it was inconvenient to say.
This...
I am a compassionate Buddha and cannot do anything to force others.
This also caused the little novice monk to look a little irritable.
Finally, Xiao Nianzhi took the initiative to ask: "Is there something wrong, young master?"
This question made the little novice monk feel a little nervous. After thinking about it, he decided to speak: "Excuse me, donor, it's like this. I saw that the corn balls made by the donor were good before, and I wanted to make some for my brothers, but...
The finished product is somewhat unsatisfactory."
As the young novice monk spoke, he also showed Xiao Nianzhi how badly he overturned in his first copy.
"... Even if it was steamed into such a big stall, I don't know which part went wrong."
……
Obviously, he saw it all and remembered it all!
Why doesn’t this work?
At the end of the story, the little novice monk was still a little aggrieved and at a loss.
After listening to his description, Xiao Nianzhi thought about it and gave him some pointers.
If you want the golden corn dumplings to not fall apart when steamed, there is one key point.
That’s the final wrapping, it doesn’t mean just wrap it directly.
It needs to be wrapped once, tightened once, and squeeze out some water and fat. In fact, it is to try to better integrate the vegetable dumplings and corn flour.
Then, do this step twice more.
After being wrapped three times, the cornmeal is just the right thickness. When you eat it, you still enjoy the aroma of the vegetables, with only a faint scent of cornmeal.
After receiving such guidance from Xiao Nianzhi, although the young novice monk has not yet practiced it, he has indeed made up for the information he did not know.
So, he hurriedly said Buddha's name and thanked him again.
Everyone said goodbye quickly, and the rain outside started again.
The patter is not big, but it is long-lasting.
Looking at the sky, Yan Changxia sighed: "If we don't stop tomorrow, how can we get back to the palace?"
After saying this, Yan Changxia suddenly turned around. It seemed that he shouldn’t say this?
However, when I thought about it again, they really had to go down the mountain tomorrow, and they had to let Xiao Nianzhi know.
So, is it okay to say...?
She thought uncertainly and glanced at Yan Xingxuan quietly.
As a result, the other party's eyes were not on her at all.
He was also holding a lantern in his hand, helping Xiao Nianzhi light the way ahead.
Although there are maids and guards, Yan Xingxuan feels that as a brother, he is mainly caring and considerate.
So, he also carried a lantern.
Yan Changxia was quite happy not to receive the death stare from Uncle Wang.
She had a rare brainstorm and thought about how she would explain her return to the palace once Xiao Nianzhi asked.
Sure enough, Xiao Nianzhi quickly asked out of curiosity: "Sister, are you going back tomorrow?"
Yan Changxia had already prepared the draft and said calmly: "Yes, go back and steal... get the jasmine flowers."
Xiao Nianzhi:.
Have you already spoken out about your stolen words?
Yan Changxia also felt regretful in her heart.
When she was brainstorming, she was clearly thinking about taking, but why did she unknowingly turn into stealing when it came to her mouth?
This damn conditioned reflex!
It’s all Uncle Wang’s fault!
Thinking of this, Yan Changxia looked at Yan Xingxuan angrily.
Yan Xingxuan was innocently implicated and gave her a strange look.
Then he looked away, then held up a lantern to look at the road, reminding Xiao Nianzhi from time to time.
Yan Changxia watched from the side, always feeling that something was wrong, but she didn't see it. Finally, she muttered something in a low voice, then looked back and looked at the road under her feet carefully.
Aunt Yu has been paying attention to his movements intentionally or unintentionally since she saw that her brother Yan Xingxuan's thoughts were not very innocent while eating.
Listening to his gentle words reminding Xiao Nianzhi how to walk the road, Aunt Yu even felt that this matter...
Seems stable?
However, Xiao Nianzhi is still in the period of filial piety, so this matter can actually be observed slowly.
Moreover, the King of Wei is already very old, so he doesn’t know if he can wait for three years.
Three years can be said to be a long time or a short time, and there have been too many changes in the middle. Aunt Yu feels that it is better to observe more and then test the young apprentice's tone.
Everything is based on the disciple’s thoughts.
Everyone quickly returned to the fasting room. Although it was a rainy day, everyone still went to the clean room to clean up briefly before going back to rest.
The next day, the light rain still didn’t stop.
Yan Xingxuan and Yan Changxia met each other when they got up early in the morning, and then decided not to wait for the rain to stop, and they would go directly to the palace and return home.
After getting up early and listening to the sutra, Xiao Nianzhi and the others simply gave them away.
After all, it’s not convenient on rainy days.
Before leaving, Yan Changxia looked back three times: "Sister, you have to promise not to cook delicious food behind our backs."
After finishing speaking, maybe because she felt that she was being too domineering, she thought for a moment and added in a low voice: "Then just do a little bit, not too much."
Seeing the pitiful look of the little princess, Xiao Nianzhi couldn't help but smile: "Well, I'll try to do as little as possible."
After receiving the guarantee, Yan Changxia reluctantly went down the mountain.
After Xiao Nianzhi and the others returned, they first went to the canteen to have a vegetarian meal.
Aunt Yu didn't have anything in particular that she wanted to eat today, so she had a hasty meal and then they went back to do their own thing.
On the other side, Yan Xingxuan entered the palace in the rain, startling His Majesty who had just left court.
He paused while turning over the folded book, turned his head and asked the chief manager Quan De: "Didn't Xiaoliu go to the White Horse Temple for some leisure some time ago? Why did he suddenly come back? But what happened?" p>