Chapter 1121 Not Tasty
Seeing Fangzheng's red eyes, as if he wanted to catch them and throw them into the pot to stew at any time, the lone wolf immediately shouted: "Master, I'm going out to patrol the mountains."
The monkey hurriedly said, "Master, I'm going to help take care of the monastery."
Squirrel saw that everyone had left, and faced Fang Zheng with red eyes alone, his little head was running fast, trying to come up with a good reason to leave, but the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't think of one, and finally he cried: "Master, I want to shit..."
Fangzheng smiled when he saw the appearance of these guys. His appetite is just an instinctive desire activated by sauerkraut, which is an instinctive desire for things as a human being and as a creature. But the reason why human beings are human is that human beings have the ability of self-control. The reason why monks are monks is because they have stronger self-control than ordinary people. If you can't do this, what else can you do?
But looking at this chubby little chubby, Fangzheng's eyes flashed a smirk, and he said, "Jingkuan, it's easy to poop, let's poop over there. When you're done pooping, come here, we two, master and apprentice, go to the kitchen Let's discuss how to cook."
When the squirrel heard it, his heart trembled, cooking? This is not to do me, right? Looking at Fangzheng feeling aggrieved, he said, "Master, I know how to eat, but I don't know how to cook. Besides, you see, half of this winter is over, and half of my meat has been lost, and only bones are left."
While talking, the squirrel pinched his body hard, but pinched his belly? It's all meat!
Squeeze your arm? It's all meat!
Pinching ass? It's all meat!
Pinch it back and forth, it looks like it's all meat! Seeing the thief's bald eyes getting brighter and worse, the squirrel is really anxious! After a fumble, I suddenly touched something hard, and almost reflexively shouted, "Master, look, I'm all bone-thin!"
Fangzheng looked at the pair of big white eyes of the squirrel, and was completely speechless... Thanks to this little thing, he was able to figure it out. Quickly kicked his chubby butt and said, "Come on, you..."
Upon hearing this, the squirrel ran away as if it was an 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. Fangzheng didn't take the right path either. In broad daylight, the mountain roads were full of pilgrims. If he went out, he would either have dream magic powers or be questioned all the way. If he met a female hooligan, he might lose his ass.
He was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of well ropes...
After finding the lone wolf, let the lone wolf go down the mountain to call for some potato flour.
When Lone Wolf heard this, he wanted to sit and eat! So he ran down the mountain, as fast as the wind...
Fangzheng looked at this guy's back, and said in admiration, "It turns out that the Gale Wolf in the novel is all driven by greed..."
Not long after, the lone wolf came back. When Fangzheng saw it, he was shocked. He didn't know who was so talented. He was afraid that Fangzheng would not have enough to eat, so he let the lone wolf come back with a sack of potato flour in his mouth.
Fortunately, Lone Wolf is strong and tall, otherwise, the idiot Lone Wolf would have smashed the potato powder long ago.
Seeing that there were only a small amount of crushed potato powder inside, Fangzheng heaved a sigh of relief.
Wash out a lot of potato flour, some long and some short, and then put it into a large basin and soak it in clean water without roots.
Then Fang Zheng strolled out.
The lone wolf saw that Fang Zheng didn't make delicious food, but soaked the potato powder instead, with a puzzled expression on his face, he chased after him and asked, "Master? Don't you want to make it?"
"I won't make it for the time being. Let's soak it." Fangzheng walked out and said, "This potato flour is very tough. It's hard to cook if you don't soak it for a while."
"Then why not use another powder? It's such a hassle, why do you have to use it?" Lone Wolf asked.
Fangzheng smiled and said: "It is precisely because it is resistant to cooking, so it is very tough after cooking, not easy to break, slippery in the mouth, extremely soft, and has an excellent taste."
"That's it...Master, what does the vermicelli taste like? Sour? Sweet?" Lone Wolf became even more curious, and the corners of his mouth began to drool. Obviously, this guy was greedy.
Fangzheng smiled and said: "This vermicelli has no taste, its own taste is very light, as if there is nothing."
"Then what's so delicious..." Lone Wolf shook his head in disappointment, and flicked his tail.
At this time, the monkey asked him to come over to help, but the lone wolf didn't ask any more questions, and immediately ran away.
Seeing this, Fangzheng smiled and said nothing.
The potato flour was soaked for more than an hour. After Fangzheng squeezed it, the white vermicelli was already a little soft, and it was smooth to the touch, very comfortable.
Fangzheng just started to light the fire and cook, and the disciples were all busy. Since it is inconvenient for him as the master to go out, he might as well do logistics behind him.
After the rice is cooked, brush the pot, put the oil into the boil, add a little seasoning and stir-fry until fragrant, Fangzheng pours the shredded sauerkraut into the hot oil, and only hears the sound of sizzling, Fangzheng stir-fries quickly Sauerkraut, soon, the sauerkraut becomes more golden and more beautiful after being dipped in oil! It even started to reflect light!
The aroma of sauerkraut is thoroughly stimulated by the spices, and when it is 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 far.
When the sauerkraut was almost ready, Fangzheng poured the soaked vermicelli into it, followed by stir-frying, added a little water at the end, covered the pot and stuffed it.
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Meanwhile, the forecourt of the monastery.
"Eldest brother, what is Master doing in the backyard? What did you bring back?" The squirrel jumped on the lone wolf's head and asked curiously.
The lone wolf shook his head and said, "Master said it's potato flour, a kind of vermicelli. I guess we'll make this tonight..."
"Um, what kind of flour is potato flour? Is it delicious?" Xianyu was also curious, so he leaned over and asked.
The red boy next to him also listened with pricked ears...
The lone wolf said: "Master said, it doesn't taste much, it's just a bit smoother, so it probably won't taste good."
"It's not tasty...that's good..." Xianyu muttered and left satisfied.
Red Boy also heaved a sigh of relief.
These two guys are destined to not be able to eat dinner. Hearing that the food after the meal is not good, I feel a rare sense of comfort in my heart. He left happily and went to work.
As night fell, after the sound of bells and drums, the gate of One Finger Temple began to close, and the pilgrims dispersed one after another.
Xianyu and Honghaier sat at the gate, watching the moon rising gradually and the stars twinkling, they didn't know why they were there in a daze.
"It seems that the food in the backyard is really not good... I didn't hear anything." Xianyu said.
Hong Haier nodded, touched his grumbling stomach and said, "It must be something bad...Didn't the elder brother say that vermicelli is tasteless and not tasty."
"Yes, yes, yes... um? Do you smell something?" Xianyu suddenly asked.