Husband, Have Dinner

Morning bells and evening drums, the Sanskrit sound is faint.

The little nun was sweeping the floor in the courtyard. Hearing the opening of the door, she stopped smiling and said, "Wake up, you must be exhausted? When I came back, I saw you asleep and couldn't wake up."

A Yao's face was embarrassed, and her head was so low that she was about to bury her chest. The little nun said again, "Master agrees to your request, and you will help in the kitchen from now on."

A Yao nodded hurriedly to ensure her own food and clothing in the future.

"My name is Wunian, so don't call my sister again in the nunnery." Wunian introduced, letting Ayao familiarize herself with where she lives and the kitchen.

I'll settle down in Qingning'an from now on, and I will be making plans for a while.

"Chop chop chop..." The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board was fast and continuous. Ayao followed Wunian into the kitchen, her eyes didn't know where to look, her mouth was so open that she could lay eggs, as if she had returned to modern times. Visit the kitchen of a five-star hotel.

The kitchen of the nunnery accommodates twenty or thirty people, each of them immersed in the work at hand, no one whispering to each other, the division of labor is clear, and each of their duties is clear at a glance. From right to left, they are kneading, counter, side dishes, stove, and on the far left. On the long table, half is plain soup and vegetarian noodles, half is vegetarian wheat rice. The nun enters and exits from the opposite door, and brings out the prepared noodles and rice in order.

Wunian said, "You will come to the kitchen every day at Chenshizheng and Weishizheng to start the stove and burn the fire. The masters will cook the fast food in Sishi and Shenshi. In the morning, go to Houshan to collect firewood with Fangyuan, and you don’t need it in the evening. Wash the dishes, you don’t have to follow us in morning and evening classes, can you?"

"I will do it." A Yao nodded with a sullen face, secretly calculating to remove the fire, washing the dishes and cutting wood. She has plenty of time, but she has to find ways to make money. After all, staying in the nunnery is not a long-term solution.

Wunian rubbed A Yao's little yellow head, with a slight smile on her face.

A few days before the first, she followed Fang Yuan, the old lazy fritters, in the principle of "seeing more and learning to do less talking", and learned how to burn firewood and chopping wood. Fang Yuan saw that she learned almost the same in the morning. In the afternoon, before the masters came over to cook, they showed up like a maw, and then took the opportunity to get lazy.

Ayao didn't say anything, and just added a few small bundles of slender dead branches based on the old firewood used by this old fried dough stick, as the weight of two people, it seems that it is not bad to adapt to such a day.

Ayao washed the bowls as high as a hill as usual, and suddenly there was a dark shadow on her head. She looked up, and the young man looked at her with a blank expression on her face. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did you go to the wrong place?"

This young man is very beautiful. It is a reduced version of A Yao's favorite type..., but unfortunately he is still young. If he grows up, he will definitely be a tough guy. Well, he may also be of the iceberg facial paralysis type.

"Goo~" The boy's belly told her that he didn't go wrong.

"I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?" He didn't feel embarrassed when he found A Yao was looking at him. He stepped over the threshold and walked into the kitchen. The kitchen desk was clean, even the stove was turned off, except for one at the door. There was no one else in A Yao who was washing the dishes. "Only you?"

"Masters ran out of fast food, you didn't catch up with the meal?" After speaking, she felt that she would have to ask, listening to the boy's belly singing empty city plan, she felt the same way, drinking boiled water can not satisfy her desire for fullness, look at him again His clothes, silk fabrics and gold thread piping, are mostly homes of wealth, and wealthy people find it harder to endure the feeling of starvation. "There is nothing left today. Or, I will give you a bowl of noodles? I remember there is still smooth noodles left."

A Yao also went into the kitchen to wash her hands, threw away the water drops, and went to the counter on the far left to make the noodles. He lifted a corner of the cloth covering the counter, and placed them neatly arranged in groups of smooth surfaces.

"I have smooth noodles left. I only make boiled noodles. Do you want to eat it?" Ayao didn't have enough confidence when she said. Got to come.

"Good." He nodded sharply.

When the stove was turned on, Ayao labored to pour out the water from the pot, and the fire dries the water in the pot. She pours mountain spring water into it and waits for the spring water to boil.

"Let's talk about it. It will take a while to wait for it to boil. My name is Jiang Yao. Just call me A Yao. How about you?"

"Pei Shuo."

"This name is really good. You have to wait for a while, but unfortunately the broth runs out, it tastes very fresh! Give me a bowl of soup, I can eat a bowl of wheat rice!" She changed her mind, and the masters made the broth. The same condiment is whipped bamboo shoots. She still has bamboo shoots in her room. The blanched bamboo shoots soup is used as the noodle soup. The taste should be okay. "Wait for me, I'll come as soon as I go."

Pei Shuo looked at her flying corners. This girl was completely different from the monks and nuns that she had met in the nunnery for several days. People to do.

Back to the room, she pulled out the bamboo basket she had hidden, and ordered some of the bamboo shoots. She was going to sell it, but she was shaken by Pei Shuo's beauty. The idea of ​​making money was thrown out of the clouds, holding the bamboo basket and chanting "I". This is a good destiny for wide friendship."

The mountain spring water was boiled, and two smooth surfaces were poured into it. The boiling spring water instantly calmed down. Only the smooth surface swirled slowly in the water.

She recalled how the masters cooked bamboo shoots. The kitchen knife was pierced from one side of the bamboo shoot, and cut from top to bottom, peeling off the shell along the slit of the knife, cutting off the purple part and roots, and wrapping it under the layers of bamboo shoots. The spring bamboo shoots finally showed their true white, plump and tender face. Rinse them slightly, cut them into hob pieces, and put them in another pot for boiling.

Looking back, the scum clinging to the noodles, the fence picked up the dough and put it into the cold spring water that had been ready for a long time. The surface of the water suddenly became white smoke, and after a breath, she picked up the dough and drained it for later use.

Pei Shuo stayed away from the stove, watching Ayao toss the dough, frowning, "It's okay to cook it up, why bother, this young master doesn't dislike it."

"'Guo Lenghe' wants the noodles to be more chewy. It's almost done, otherwise you will eat bamboo shoots first?" A Yao said back to him. She picked up the bamboo shoots from another pot and drained the bowl, and poured the noodles into the boiled bamboo shoots. Water, a spoonful of sesame oil, a little salt, the fragrance floats out.

"Hurry up!" Pei Shuo also smelled the scent, and came over.

Ayao fills the bowls quickly, puts the noodles first and then puts the soup, the noodles appear as the tip of the iceberg in the clear soup. It's a pity that Buddhism prescribes five meats, and the shallots and garlic are not touched, otherwise it is fine to embellish one or two. "Give."

The savory taste of bamboo shoots has already hooked out Pei Shuo's gluttons. He eagerly offered sacrifices to the five internal organs temple, took the bowls and chopsticks and gave it to his mouth. Having been busy for so long, the point I had eaten at noon was already digested, and Pei Shuo's eating so fragrant caused A Yao's appetite to quietly emerge.

There was no one in the kitchen. If someone passed by and looked bored, they would find two children who almost buried their faces in a sea bowl and ate desperately.

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