The carriage stopped directly in front of Xuanmiao Temple. The old servant and the boy who drove the carriage jumped out of the carriage. One went to help the old man in the carriage, and the other tore off a bamboo basket from the carriage.
"The hungry old man is here again." The child in front of the door saw it and ran in and shouted.
The old man laughed heartily, twisted his beard and walked into the temple.
"Snacks in my temple?" Guanzhu Sun came out and was confused.
Since when did her Xuanmiao Temple also have snacks that people come to for no apparent reason?
There are many temples and Taoist temples that offer vegetarian meals. Initially, they were intended to be convenient for pilgrims, but eventually they became famous unintentionally. Some vegetarian meals are so famous that it is difficult to find a seat even if you have money, and they have even become the name of the temple.
Some are famous and vegetarian, such as Wanning Temple outside the city; some are famous and vegetarian, such as Putuo Temple in Fuzhou.
However, those are large temples and Taoist temples with great popularity and reputation, and ordinary small temples and temples. It is difficult to feed oneself, and they can not provide fast food and snacks to the outside world.
"Fairy aunt, please stop being modest." The old man said with a smile, "I'm not here to eat for free this time. Well, I brought my own ingredients. I'd like to thank you for bothering the fairy aunts to cook and cure my hunger disease."
Guanzhu Sun was told that he was so busy bowing and confessing.
She had never heard of orange stewed with crabmeat, let alone eaten it. How could she cook it and make a meal that would win over the pilgrims? Naturally, she wanted to suffer, but she couldn't bear it.
"Master, the one last time was made by Sister Banqin," the boy said.
Other Taoist nuns who were doing their homework also came out at this time. They were very happy to see the old man. They chatted in detail, and then Guanzhu Sun and the old man understood what was going on.
"My benefactor actually lives here?" The old man was very surprised. He stood up and said, "Please pass the message to Fairy Lady and see if I can express my gratitude in person."
Banqin, who was mixing noodles in the kitchen, was a little surprised when he heard this.
"Which old man?" she asked in confusion, "thank me?"
"Yes, you forgot. He fainted on the mountain, and you gave him candied oranges and asked him to pinch his ears and so on." The Taoist nun said, looking at the girl with some reverence.
He is such a good person, he doesn't even care about saving people.
The girl suddenly realized.
"Oh, um, it's not me who should be thanked." She smiled, "It's my wife."
That fool?
The Taoist nun was stunned for a moment, and felt even more grateful in her heart, this girl is really good, she respects the Lord so much.
"Also, he also ate the orange and crabmeat you made last time, and he liked it." The Taoist nun put aside the topic and said happily, while pushing the bamboo basket behind her, "Look, he
I brought it to you specially, saying that I ate it from you last time as a thank you."
The girl put down the chopsticks in her hand and looked at the bamboo basket. She saw that there were round and rich yellow oranges, solid crabs tied together, and a can of wine.
"Of course, this is not a thank you for your life-saving grace. The old man didn't know you were the one who made the orange crab meat, so this is just a thank you for the snack last time, not for the life-saving grace last time." The Taoist nun said hurriedly.
It was you, not your last time, that made the girl laugh.
"Okay, I understand." She said, looking at the bamboo basket thoughtfully.
My wife wanted to eat orange crab meat, but unfortunately the ingredients she bought from the mountain were not refined, so she didn’t like it and didn’t eat it.
Later, the lady didn't say anything, and she forgot to buy more, and it just happened to be delivered to her door...
"Wait for me for a moment," the girl said.
The Taoist nun was puzzled and watched as the girl picked up the bamboo basket and walked towards the house.
It is getting cooler in the mountains. In order to avoid the cold, the original bamboo roller blinds have been removed and replaced with paper sliding doors.
The Taoist nun watched the girl open the door, and there was a woman sitting in front of the screen, who seemed to be reading a book.
Do fools also read books?
When the Taoist nun was about to look again, the door was closed, blocking her sight.
"Madam, look at it, do you want to accept it or not?"
After the girl told the whole story, she asked respectfully.
Cheng Jiaoniang had already put down her book, pondered for a moment, and her eyes fell on the bamboo basket.
"Let me see how things are," she said.
The girl hurriedly pushed the bamboo basket over and put out the orange crabs and wine one by one.
Cheng Jiaoniang picked it up and looked at it one by one.
"This is good, this is good too." She said, putting the yellow and orange crab she was interested in on the other side, finally picked up the wine, smelled it, and immediately put it aside.
"Is this wine choking my wife?" the girl knelt down nervously and asked.
"No, it smells too bad." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Is it also called wine?"
After drinking the water from the water bowl, the old man picked up a small wine bottle, carefully reached the bottom of the bowl, then picked it up and drank it carefully little by little.
"Old man." The kid on the side blinked and looked curiously, "Is this medicine hard to eat?"
"Medicine?" The old man glared.
"Then old man, you are so careful when eating..." the boy said.
The old man laughed.
"Son, this is fine wine, I can't bear to part with it," he said with a smile.
"Master, you gave her so much. This is all the Sanlejiang family brought." The boy complained distressedly at the side, "Do you still need wine to make orange crab meat?"
"Silly boy, I can eat it with wine," said the old man. "Delicacy naturally needs good wine. Without one taste, good wine alone will not be delicious."
While they were talking here, the Taoist nun over there hurriedly came back carrying a bamboo basket.
"Isn't it here?" the child asked hurriedly.
"Yes." The Taoist nun nodded and said.
Are you here? Why not?
"Sister Banqin said that my husband was too polite. She was washing her hands and cooking crab paste meat for him in return. When it is ready, she will bring it to him," the Taoist nun said.
The father-in-law was overjoyed, clapped his hands and said hello.
"There's just one thing." The Taoist nun said, handing over the bamboo basket, "The wine is not good. It needs to be replaced with new wine to make it taste better."
"The wine is not good?" The old man was stunned for a moment.
"What, this is the best wine we have. If this is not good, there will be no good wine in the world." The boy immediately said with a look of dissatisfaction.
The Taoist nun was said to be timid.
"I, I don't understand this either." She said hurriedly, "It was Banqin who said that this wine is not good and that it needs to be newly brewed to make it taste better."
It means that this dish needs new wine to go with it. It does not mean that the wine is not good, but that it is not good for this dish.
The old man nodded in relief.
Being so particular about food shows that Shi Zhijing is indeed a person who can make delicious food.
"Okay, okay, okay." The old man said, urging the boy, "Hurry up and get some new wine."
In the steamy mist, the girl carefully placed the freshly cooked crabs stuffed with oranges in front of Cheng Jiaoniang.
"Madam, how about you try this time?" the girl said with a bit of joy.
Cheng Jiaoniang picked up her chopsticks, picked up some, dipped it in salt and vinegar and took a bite.
"This wine is just a new flavor," she said, shaking her head and putting down her chopsticks.
Not enough? The girl is a little disappointed.
"It's because the wine in the mountain village is so bad. I'll buy some in the city," she said.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and shook her head, pointing outside.
"I think the best wine is just mediocre," she said.
"That old man? He looks very ordinary. Is that the best wine he got?" the girl asked in confusion.
"First be worry-free and then eat carefully. How can it be possible for an ordinary person to be able to choose the ingredients carefully and come to your door just for a meal?" Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The girl said oh and nodded.
Yes, I was happy to be able to grab a bowl of rice in the kitchen before. I never thought about whether this was good or not, let alone following my wife to learn that there are so many different ways to eat.
"That lady is also a carefree person." She smiled.
Cheng Jiaoniang had a dull expression on her face and stared at the door without saying a word.
I must have been a delicate and extravagant person once, otherwise why would I have such exquisite tastes? However, I am not necessarily a carefree person.
In the vague and distant memory, there seem to be numerous invisible figures. I want to get closer to see clearly, but my eyes hurt and my heart is sour.
She already knew that she was not Cheng Jiaoniang, who was she? How could this be the case?
Cheng Jiaoniang closed her eyes.
"You, go see that old man, he is also a man of refined tastes, and have fun with him," she said.
The girl was surprised to hear that the lady's usually dull voice seemed a little lonely. She didn't dare to ask any more questions and answered yes. (To be continued)
