After a while, a young monk of fifteen or sixteen years old suddenly walked in from the door. He stood in the middle, gave a Buddhist salute to everyone, and said: "Dear donors, due to the negligence of the kitchen master, the fasting rice was cooked. The kitchen
Now we are working hard to redo it. Please wait a little longer. I hope all donors will forgive me for any negligence, Amitabha."
"No way. I'm almost starving to death, and you haven't even cooked the food yet. Do you want to see corpses littering the fields in this pure Buddhist land?" Hong Tianjiu immediately felt unhappy after hearing this.
shouted.
Is it such an exaggeration?
Li Qi saw that Hong Tianjiu looked lively and full of energy, not like a man who was about to starve to death. He secretly laughed in his heart, this kid is really worried that the world will not be in chaos.
Zou Zijian also said with dissatisfaction: "Yes, we have been waiting for a long time. Since you have cooked the rice, why don't you just go to the restaurant outside to get some food? Could it be that your Xiangguo Temple doesn't even have this little money?"
Can't you take it out?" He wasn't actually very hungry, but he was just filled with resentment from Li Qi, and he was worried that he had no place to vent, when the little monk happened to hit the muzzle of the gun.
With Wen Yiwu taking the lead, everyone started to protest.
They were all prominent people in Bianjing. The young monk stood in the middle, at a loss for a moment and about to burst into tears.
Li Qi saw it and squinted his eyes, thinking that Zuixianju was about to open, why not take this opportunity to hype it up. He pondered for a moment and said to the young monk: "Little master, what are you going to do with those boiled cakes?"
food?"
Seeing Li Qi's smiling face and a very friendly tone, the young monk hurriedly said: "The top layer that has not been completely burned is left for the kitchen chefs to eat, and the bottom layer will naturally be thrown out. Donors, please rest assured that the small temple will not
I will use these meals to entertain all the donors."
Li Qi nodded and said: "Okay, you go and get me the layer of battered rice first."
The young monk was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Li Qi said.
"Hey, little bald donkey, didn't you hear what my brother Li said? Why don't you go quickly? My father donates so much incense money to you every year. I think it's all in vain. You can't do any small things well." Hong Tianjiu
He slammed the table and shouted loudly.
When Bai Qiannuo saw this, he shook his head helplessly, thinking that no wonder Zou Zijian took a detour when he saw this little devil.
The young monk knew Hong Tianjiu well and knew that he was not someone to be trifled with. He thought that he would report it to the master first and then said, "Yes, young monk, go right away." After that, he performed another Buddhist salute and then
Turned around and went out.
After the young monk left, Hong Tianjiu immediately asked Li Qi: "Brother Li, what do you want these burnt rice for?"
Sweat! Listening to your tone just now, I thought you knew what I wanted to do.
Li Qi smiled and said, "I'm not sure yet. I'll tell you later."
After a while, two young monks came in carrying two large bowls of rice cakes. A smell of paste immediately filled the entire dining hall, and everyone waved their broad sleeves.
When Li Qi smelled the smell, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes. When the little monk put the bowl of rice cakes on the table, Li Qi was secretly surprised when he saw so many rice balls. This Xiangguo Temple is indeed a royal temple.
The guy who is eating is probably bigger than the one in Zuixianju.
Looking carefully, I saw that only the middle piece of rice was black, and the rest was golden. It was obviously not completely burnt, but the smell of paste ruined a good pot of rice. Otherwise, they could have removed the top rice.
serve customer.
Li Qi smiled slightly and said to the young monk: "Please help me get a pot of good tea. Remember, it can't be too hot, but it can't be too cold either."
Hong Tianjiu seemed to be more anxious than Li Qi, and shouted: "Go quickly."
The little monk nodded quickly, then turned and left.
Everyone was very curious when they saw it, and they all cast their eyes on Li Qi's table.
"What are you planning to do?" Bai Qiannuo asked curiously.
Li Qi chuckled and said, "I plan to cook a good dish for you to eat."
"Can this thing also cook?" Hong Tianjiu exclaimed in disbelief.
Li Qi smiled and said, "We'll find out later whether we can cook."
After a while, the young monk came in carrying a pot of tea that was still steaming. He came to Li Qi and said, "Donor, the young monk has brought you the tea you asked for."
"Thank you very much."
Li Qi smiled slightly, took the teapot, opened the lid, smelled it, then tested the temperature on the outer wall of the teapot with his hand, nodded and said, "The tea is pretty good, but it's still a little hot."
Taking advantage of this moment, Li Qi asked the young monk to bring over some sets of bowls and chopsticks.
Everyone's curiosity had been completely aroused by Li Qi. They all opened their eyes wide and stretched their necks. Some even came directly behind Li Qi in order to see more clearly.
After a while, the bowls and chopsticks arrived. Li Qi tested the temperature again, nodded slightly, and then used chopsticks to break the rice cake into small pieces. As for the black piece in the middle, he just took it out and threw it away.
Immediately afterwards, he poured the pot of tea into the bowl. When the tea had just covered all the rice, he put down the teapot.
Then, Li Qi served several people a bowl of tea with rice dumplings and said, "Eat it."
"That's it? Is this ready to eat?" Hong Tianjiu said in surprise. He never expected that the dish Li Qi was going to make would be so simple.
"Of course, let's try it."
Mrs. Qin, Wu Furong and Bai Qiannuo had already bowed to Li Qi's cooking skills. Since he said it was ready to eat, they all picked up their chopsticks and tasted it without any doubt.
Bai Qiannuo took a small bite of the rice cake, and heard a few soft crackling sounds. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he nodded: "Hmm, I didn't expect that this mushy rice would not only lose the mushy smell after being soaked in tea.
, and crispy and delicious.”
"Combined with the aroma of strong tea, it can be called a delicious dish." Mrs. Qin praised with a slight smile on her lips.
"Are you so awesome?"
Hong Tianjiu glanced at her suspiciously, picked up a large piece of rice cake and stuffed it into his mouth. After taking two bites, his eyes suddenly opened and he said in disbelief: "Wow! It's so delicious. Brother Li, you are so amazing."
That’s it.” After that, he ate two more pieces in a row, stuffing his mouth full.
When the others saw it, they felt itchy. One of them, a middle-aged man dressed as a member of the Communist Party of China, came over, swallowed his saliva, pointed at another bowl of rice dumplings, and said: "Brother, look at this bowl--"
"
Li Qi smiled slightly and said: "We can't eat so much, so you can take it."
The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly, took the bowl in one hand and the teapot in the other, and left happily. The others also gathered around, rushing to eat.
When Hong Tianjiu saw it, the boss was dissatisfied. He pursed his lips and said, "They haven't eaten enough yet. Why did you let them take it away? No, I have to go and get it back."
Li Qi stopped him in a hurry and said with a smile: "This is not a good thing. You can make it at home. But don't burn the rice on purpose. Just soak the bottom layer of rice in tea."
That’s it, you can also add some prunes, it’s very simple.”
Hong Tianjiu nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, that's right. I'll tell people to do it when I get home."
"Li Qi, how did you come up with this idea?" Bai Qiannuo asked curiously.
Li Qi chuckled and said, "It's nothing. I've done a lot of cooking, so I can naturally think of it."
In fact, his method is just based on Japan's tea-pickled rice, and the crispy rice is a very delicious dish. If it were not burnt, the taste would be even more on point.
In an instant, the whole dining hall was filled with the sound of "ka ka ka ka". Everyone was having a great time eating, but they only regretted that there were too few rice balls.
At the same time, some people were asking each other about Li Qi's identity, and the words "Zui Xianju" could be faintly heard.
Li Qi smiled slightly and said in a low voice to Wu Furong: "Uncle Wu, I have paved the road for you. You will know what to do later."
Wu Furong nodded vigorously.
This little rice cake could only be eaten as a snack to fill the stomach. Li Qi and the others did not leave until they had finished their belated meal.
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