Looking at Fang Zheng's red eyes, as if he wanted to grab them and throw them into a pot to stew at any moment, Lone Wolf immediately shouted: "Master, I went out to patrol the mountains."
The monkey quickly said: "Master, I'm going to help take care of the temple."
When Squirrel saw that everyone had left, he faced Fang Zheng alone with red eyes. His little head was working rapidly, trying to come up with a good reason to leave. However, the more anxious he became, the less he could think of it. Finally, he said with a cry:
"Master, I want to poop..."
Fang Zheng looked at these guys and suddenly smiled. His appetite was just the instinctive desire activated by pickled cabbage. This is an instinctive desire for things as a human being and as a creature. But the reason why humans are humans is
Because human beings have the ability to self-control. The reason why monks are monks is because they have stronger self-control ability than ordinary people. If they can't do this, why should they become a monk?
But looking at this chubby little chubby guy, Fang Zheng flashed a wicked smile in his eyes, and hehe said: "Jingkuan, it's easy to poop, just go over there. When you're done pooping, come here, let's go to the kitchen, master and apprentice."
Let’s discuss how to cook.”
When the squirrel heard this, his heart trembled. Cooking? You are not going to do it for me, right? He looked at Fang Zheng aggrievedly and said, "Master, I know how to eat but not how to cook. And, you see, half of this winter has passed.
Half of my flesh has fallen off, and I’m so skinny that only my bones are left.”
While talking, the squirrel pinched his body hard, but ended up pinching his belly? It was all meat!
Pinch your arm? It’s all meat!
Pinching the butt? It’s all meat!
He pinched it again and again, and it seemed like it was all meat! Seeing the bald eyes in front of him getting brighter and worse, the squirrel became really anxious! After a while of stroking, he suddenly touched something hard, and it was almost a conditioned reflex.
He shouted, "Master, look, I'm so skinny that I'm all bones!"
Fang Zheng looked at the squirrel's big white eyes and was completely speechless... Fortunately, this little thing could think of it. He quickly kicked his fat butt and said, "Let's go now..."
When the squirrel heard this, he ran away as if he were being amnesty.
Fang Zheng teased the squirrel for a while, put the sauerkraut on the stove, thought for a while, and went out through the back door. Fang Zheng also didn't take the right path. It was broad daylight and the mountain roads were full of pilgrims. If he went out, he would either have to drive a dream.
Liang Shen Tong, or you will have to be questioned all the way. If you meet a female gangster, your butt may not be saved.
He was once bitten by a snake and was afraid of well ropes for ten years...
I found the lone wolf and asked him to go down the mountain and ask someone to make some potato powder.
When the lone wolf heard that he wanted to sit down and eat, he ran down the mountain as fast as the wind...
Fang Zheng looked at this guy's back and said in wonder: "It turns out that the Gale Wolf in the novel was all driven by greed..."
Not long after, the lone wolf came back. When Fang Zheng saw it, he was immediately frightened. He didn't know whose family was so talented. He was afraid that Fang Zheng wouldn't have enough to eat, so the lone wolf came back with a sack of potato powder in his mouth.
Fortunately, Lone Wolf was strong and tall, otherwise Lone Wolf would have crushed the potato powder with his idiotic holding method.
Seeing that there was only a small amount of broken potato flour inside, Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Wash out a large handful of potato flour, some long and some short, then put it into a large basin and soak it in rootless clean water.
Then Fang Zheng strolled out.
Lone Wolf saw that Fang Zheng did not make delicious food, but soaked the potato powder. He looked puzzled and chased after him and asked: "Master? You don't want to do it?"
"I won't do it for now, let's soak it for a while." Fang Zheng said as he walked out: "This potato flour is very tough. It will be difficult to cook without soaking it for a while."
"Why don't we just use other powder? It's so troublesome, why do we have to use it?" Lone Wolf asked.
Fang Zheng said with a smile: "It is precisely because it resists cooking that it is very tough after being cooked. It is not easy to break. It is smooth and soft in the mouth and has an excellent taste."
"That's it...Master, what does the vermicelli taste like? Is it sour? Is it sweet?" Lone Wolf became even more curious, and saliva started to drool at the corner of his mouth. Obviously, this guy was greedy.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "This vermicelli has no taste. Its own taste is very weak, as if it has no taste at all."
"Then what's so delicious..." Lone Wolf shook his head with a disappointed look on his face and flicked his tail.
At this time, the monkey called him over to help, but the lone wolf didn't ask any questions and ran away immediately.
When Fang Zheng saw this, he smiled slightly and said nothing.
The potato flour had been soaked for more than an hour, and Fangzheng squeezed it. The white vermicelli was already a little soft, and felt slippery and very comfortable.
Fang Zheng just started to light the fire and cook. The disciples were all busy. Since it was not convenient for him as the master to go out, he might as well just do the logistics behind.
After the rice is cooked, clean the pot, add oil to boil, add a little seasoning and stir-fry until fragrant, Fang Zheng pours the shredded sauerkraut into the hot oil, only to hear the sizzling sound, Fang Zheng stir-fries quickly
Pickled cabbage, soon, the pickled cabbage became more golden and more beautiful after being dipped in oil! It even started to reflect light!
The aroma of sauerkraut is completely stimulated by the spices. Once fried in hot oil, the aroma is overflowing!
However, when the northeast wind blows, the fragrance is basically blown away as soon as it leaves the door, but it doesn't float very far.
When the sauerkraut is almost ready, Fang Zheng pours in the soaked vermicelli and stir-fries. Finally, he adds a little water, covers the pot and lets it simmer.
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At the same time, the front yard of the temple.
"Big brother, what are you doing in the backyard? What did you just bring back?" The squirrel jumped on the lone wolf's head and asked curiously.
Lone Wolf shook his big head and said: "Master said it is potato flour, a kind of vermicelli. I guess I will make this tonight..."
"Um, what kind of potato flour is it? Is it delicious?" Xianyu was also curious and came over to ask.
The red boy next to him also listened carefully...
Lone Wolf said: "Master said, it doesn't have any taste, it's just silky, so it probably won't taste good."
"It doesn't taste good... That's good..." Xianyu muttered and left with satisfaction.
Red Boy also breathed a sigh of relief.
These two guys were destined not to have dinner. When they heard that the food after the meal was not delicious, they felt a rare sense of comfort in their hearts. They left happily and went to work.
As night fell, after the sound of bells and drums, Yizhi Temple also began to close its mountain gate, and the pilgrims dispersed one after another.
Xianyu and Honghai'er were sitting at the gate, watching the moon gradually rise and the stars twinkling, and they didn't know what to do there.
"It seems like the food in the backyard is really not that good... I didn't even hear any movement." Xianyu said.
Hong Boy nodded, touched his growling stomach and said, "It must be bad... didn't Senior Brother say that the vermicelli has no taste and is not delicious?"
"Yes, yes... hmm? Do you smell anything?" Xianyu suddenly asked.