I am not a trainer

Night falls.

In the atrium outside the eaves, the two ravines cut by the sword wind are still clearly visible.

The evening breeze brought two or three insect chirps, and the windows revealed orange light. Through the glass, Luo He, Yami Wu, and Ye Zhi's mother and daughter were sitting at the dining table.

"Please use tea." The black-haired girl poured hot tea, and the tea was fragrant.

Ye Jianwu was a little cautious, holding the tea cup with both hands, thanking her anxiously, and drank it all in one gulp.

Beside the table, a sickly woman held a wheelchair, stared at the red-haired genius swordsman, and said with a smile:

"Just treat it as your own home."

"Mr. Luo He, the same goes for you, no need to be polite." Chiyoko cast a look.

Ye Zhi pushed the seat away, stood up and said, "I'm going to the kitchen."

"Ye Zhi told me about the whereabouts of the swordsmith, which has helped me a lot." Luo He stretched out his hand and said, "Why don't I take charge of this meal? Just take it as my humble intention."

Chiyoko smiled and said: "You are a distinguished guest, there is no reason to cause trouble for you."

The dark-haired girl, who had always been taciturn, took the initiative and said:

"Luo He's cooking skills are very good and he is the top breeder in Donghuang."

"Really?" Chiyoko was surprised and looked at Luo He.

Luo He nodded.

"I'm also good at cooking." Yami Wu interjected: "My master taught me swordsmanship in the past, and one of the tests was to cut tofu with a tachi!"

"Your master should be named Miyamoto?" Chiyoko asked.

The red-haired girl wiped her nose and said with a smile: "Yes, the famous swordsman Miyamoto is my master!"

"He must be seventy years old." Chiyoko asked thoughtfully, "Is he still strong?"

"Master, he has passed away." Ye Jianwu said hesitantly.

Chiyoko was slightly startled.

Ye Jianwu lowered her head and swung the tea cup on the table, and said softly: "Before he died, he asked me to go out to the mountains to experience, so I ran from the county to Kyoto alone..."

Chiyoko calmed down and said calmly:

"I heard that the masters of several dojos in Nara City all lost to you?"

"Yes, but the sword skills of those people combined are not as good as his yellow dog." Ye Jianwu turned her head and said: "By the way, what is your name?"

"Luo He."

"Master Luo He!" Ye Jianwu's eyes narrowed, "One day, I will defeat your sword god dog!"

Hearing this, Chiyoko on the side felt dumbfounded.

A top-notch genius whose goal is not to be the best in the country in swordsmanship but to defeat other people's shikigami. I wonder what her master will think.

Luo He said calmly: "Then you have to hurry up."

"Why?" Ye Jianwu was puzzled.

Because next month, my team will be at the totem level as a whole...

Luo He coughed lightly and said, "Because I won't be able to stay in Sakurajima for long. I will return to Donghuang next month."

"Donghuang." Ye Jianwu's eyes were dazed for a moment, "Master and I both want to go there."

Zen Buddhism, kendo, literature, tea art...all kinds of cultures have traveled across the ocean since the time of the Empress, bringing great influence to Sakurajima.

Ye Jianwu often hears her master lament that she has never been to Donghuang in her life, which is a pity.

For this reason, Ye Jianwu asked a traveling merchant from the same village to inquire about the ferry tickets to Donghuang.

As a result, the price of the ferry ticket was so high that it directly gave up the idea of ​​​​yamiwu!

"Master Luo, I heard that Donghuang's Mapo Tofu is delicious. Is it true?" Ye Jianwu asked with interest.

"You probably can't accept the spiciness of the original version..." Luo He pondered.

"Don't underestimate people! I can eat spicy food very much!" Ye Jianwu assured, patting her chest.

Luo He stiffened, then stood up and said with a smile:

"It's getting late. I'm going to the kitchen to prepare dinner. It'll be ready soon!"

The young man in white walked towards the kitchen with a smile and moved his wrist.

Chiyoko and Ye Zhi turned to look at his back, as if they were seeing a raging fire.

"He seems to be very concerned about your words." Chiyoko said to Yami Mai.

"It will definitely be spicy." Ye Zhi said seriously.

"I will definitely eat it all!" Ye Jianwu said bravely: "We must not waste food!"

In the kitchen.

Luo He stood in front of the Zhulong stove and thought for a moment.

Spicy is not the key to evaluating Mapo Tofu.

Good Mapo Tofu should be spicy, spicy, fresh, fragrant, hot, whole, tender and crispy.

In traditional cooking, bean paste is an indispensable ingredient, and chili oil mixed with raw materials such as Chaotian pepper, bullet pepper, Sichuan peppercorns, sesame, etc. can bring out the spicy and spicy characteristics.

"Xiaojiu, make a fire!"

Fire is the soul of Mapo Tofu. The hot steam combined with the spicy and refreshing taste makes it addictive and unstoppable.

call!

A fire is burning in the stove, and the golden dragon oil in the Suzaku Cauldron is stir-fried with Sichuan peppercorns and dried chili peppers to create a rich aroma.

Luo He took out Sichuan peppercorns and dried chili peppers, replaced the bean paste with special chili oil, then added minced beef, stir-fried over high heat, and added the rich cooking wine.

The aroma is already spreading.

Luo He added water, soy sauce, salt and other seasonings, put in neatly cut tofu cubes that had been blanched in advance, and began to simmer over low heat.

The tofu is as white as jade, immersed in the soup in boiling red oil, and thickened three times, the soup becomes thicker and the fragrant heat hits your nostrils.

In the last step, the Suzaku fire in the pot suddenly burst into flames, giving the mapo tofu the pot's spirit and soul. Luo He suddenly covered the pot, turned off the heat and let the remaining heat collect the juice.

"Done."

Luo He nodded with satisfaction: "Take out the pot and serve!"

Today’s dish is called [Mapo Tofu Rice Bowl].

The steaming, spicy yet refreshing Mapo Tofu, paired with the round, white and translucent pearl rice, gives it a magical taste.

To put it bluntly, a dish like Mapo Tofu is enough to eat three large bowls of rice!

Inside the restaurant.

Ye Jianwu was yawning when she suddenly noticed a cold aura and cast her eyes warily.

But he saw a young man in white walking slowly, holding a wooden tray.

This aura is both confident and powerful, like an invincible swordsman, which shakes Yami Wu's mood!

No, it’s just cooking. As for being as focused as a swordsman in a life-and-death battle!

When I saw Wu at night, I was stunned.

Luo He brought the wooden tray in front of her, and Xiaojiu also helped place the other two trays in front of Ye Zhi and Chiyoko.

"Please taste it."

Luo He opened the lid of the cup: "Ma Po Tofu!"

call--

The hot air hits your nose, and the spicy aroma is fragrant.

The bottom of the white and tender tofu is soaked in red oil soup, and the top is dyed with a golden color, glowing alluringly under the light!

Ye Jianwu swallowed a large mouthful of saliva subconsciously.

The spicy aroma made her sweat break out on her forehead, and she couldn't wait to taste a spoonful!

"This..." Ye Jianwu smelled the spicy fragrance and stumbled: "Is this Mapo Tofu?"

Luo He said kindly: "You can scoop a spoonful and eat it with the rice on the side, or directly cover the rice with Mapo Tofu!"

Ye Zhi looked at the deliciously colored Mapo Tofu and smacked his lips hard.

I can't even imagine how delicious this bowl of rice bowl can be!

"Then..." Chiyoko held the spoon and said gracefully: "I'm starting."

Seeing this, Ye Zhi and Ye Jianwu also said in unison: "I'm starting."

The three of them scooped up a spoonful of mapo tofu at the same time, and the trembling tofu cubes were put into their mouths together with the red oil soup.

In an instant, there seemed to be a flash of inspiration, and all three of them opened their eyes wide.

Suddenly, the aroma and spiciness hit my head!

Ye Jianwu's eyes widened in shock: "Oh!"

Ye Zhi and Chiyoko also showed incredible expressions at the same time.

It looks like extremely bright red chili oil, but when you taste it, you can barely feel the spiciness in your mouth.

Only the refreshing aroma mixed with the sweet taste of tofu brings a wonderful enjoyment to the tongue!

The heat is so perfectly controlled that the texture and flavor are impeccable, making people just want to taste it one spoonful after another!

The three of them were immersed in this wonderful taste, when they suddenly froze and their cheeks turned red.

The Sichuan peppercorns on the tip of the tongue had numbed the senses just now, but when the aftertaste came, the fragrant, spicy, numbing and hot taste was like a warm current, which warmed the body and caused the mouth to secrete a lot of saliva.

But even though their tongues were numb, their bodies were unwilling to stop. The three of them still scooped up the hot and fragrant Mapo Tofu, feeling a warm and comfortable feeling all over their bodies.

"Hiss..." Ye Jianwu hissed, her heart shaking.

What exactly did he add to this dish?

Why, the spicier it is, the more I want to eat it?

"Huh." Ye Zhi breathed out, his cheeks flushed.

It's too spicy.

But, it’s really delicious!

"Well..." Chiyoko held the spoon in her mouth, her eyes a little dazed.

Unexpectedly, this classmate of Ye Zhi’s craftsmanship is so superb!

At this time, Yami Wu picked up a large bowl of pearl rice and poured it upside down into the mapo tofu soaked in red oil.

She picked up the spoon, scooped up half a spoonful of rice and half a spoonful of tofu, chewed it in one bite, and mixed the rice with tofu, minced meat and soup perfectly, with an unconcealable smile on her face.

The combination of mapo tofu and rice has once again raised the happiness index of this dish by several orders of magnitude!

Luo He also served himself a bowl of rice. Seeing the swordsman girl's professional way of eating, he couldn't help but nod in approval.

"Compared to when you were on the school team, your cooking skills have improved again." Ye Zhi showed a rare smile.

"Luo He..." Chiyoko took advantage of the opportunity to extend the invitation and said with a smile: "When you are in Sakurajima, why not stay at our dojo?"

Luo He coughed lightly and said, "It's still not convenient. I can just rent a hotel apartment."

"Yes, it's such a pity." Chiyoko said with emotion: "However, I am lucky enough to taste your craftsmanship today!"

Ye Jianwu ate the most and fastest, her eyes were already red from the spicy food, her eyes were blurred with tears while she wolfed down the food and said vaguely:

"This is the authentic Mapo Tofu...what is it called the one that Master made before!"

Luo He said: "Eat slowly, even masters will be spicy..."

The red-haired girl scraped the remaining rice grains on the plate with a spoon:

"It's okay, well, we can't waste food!"

The night is getting darker.

Dinner has come to an end.

Ye Zhi took the initiative to clean the dinner plate.

Luo He had to go back to the city to find a hotel and stood up to say goodbye.

Ye Jianwu drank a large glass of ice water, put down the glass with a bang, and said quickly:

"Wait a minute, Master Luo, I'll go with you!"

"Why don't you two sit down for a little longer?" Chiyoko asked.

"No, I have already caused you a lot of trouble today." Yami Mai scratched her head and said, "Master Chiyoko, I didn't know you were... physically inconvenient, but you still come to play at the gym, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Chiyoko held the wheelchair and said with a smile: "You are about the same age as Ye Zhi. If you have the chance, I hope you can give her more guidance."

"Shall I give advice to others?" Ye Jianwu pointed at herself, in disbelief.

"Of course." Chiyoko nodded.

Ye Jianwu's cheeks turned red and she muttered: "I, let's give it a try..."

"Oh, by the way." Ye Jianwu turned back and glanced at the battle field outside the window, "I will return the money to repair the dojo after I collect it."

"What?" Chiyoko was surprised.

"That is to say, I don't have any money now." Ye Jianwu's face turned redder, and she whispered: "When I succeed in playing in the gym, I will have money..."

Chiyoko was startled for a moment, then sighed with emotion, nodded and said, "You are welcome to come to my home at any time."

"Luo He." Chiyoko looked at the young man in white and smiled: "You are welcome to come at any time."

As an orphan and a widower, it is not convenient for me to bother others, but morally, I can help Senior Ye Zhi.

Luo He said goodbye again, left the dojo and walked in the night.

There were hurried footsteps behind him.

Looking back, I found that the red-haired girl's face was full of hesitation.

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Luo He said.

"Huh? How did you know I had something to say." Ye Jianwu was stunned.

Luo He pointed at his face.

Suddenly, Luo He was startled and said to himself:

"I have become a senior who can read faces!"

Ye Jianwu looked subtle, then took a deep breath and solemnly requested:

"Master Luo, I want to learn cooking!"

Luo He was confused: "Ah?"

"I can feel that my swordsmanship has reached a bottleneck and I need to find another way to enter the Tao."

Yamiwu twisted the corner of her clothes, lowered her head and said: "So, I want to start from the perspective of cooking...\

,""With your talent, just learn the sword well." Luo He persuaded him to retreat: "The path of cooking is not suitable for you!"

"Why? Is cooking more difficult than practicing swordsmanship?" Ye Jianwu asked unwillingly.

Luo He looked at the sky and said: "At least for me, cooking is ten thousand times more difficult than practicing swordsmanship, so I will work ten thousand times more."

Under the moonlight, Ye Jianwu seemed to be struck by these words and froze in place.

"I will not accept a disciple." Luo He said decisively, "But if you don't understand anything about cooking, you can just ask me. I will be happy to teach you cooking."

"I see."

Ye Jianwu said seriously: "Just like the disciples of Confucian saints... Don't worry, I will prepare the gift of cultivation!"

Luo He said in surprise: "You still know the ritual of repairing?"

"It's just to pay the tuition." Ye Jianwu said carelessly: "I don't have any money yet, but I will definitely get you something good!"

Luo He smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll wait and see... Let's go."

"goodbye!"

Under the moonlight, Ye Jianwu looked at the back of the young man in white with bright eyes.

The champion of the National Kendo Competition every year has the right to ask for a royal tribute from the Sakurajima Imperial Family.

Or jewelry, or tea sets... But there is no doubt that they are at least starting at level six.

Take this royal tribute as a gift to Master Luo!

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