Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In the room of Shaolin Temple, Wang Xuebin sat with his dreams, cooking a pot of tea on the table, and no one spoke.

When Wang Xuebin came to the God of Food World again, he appeared in Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Henan Province. Without delay, he went down the mountain to pack up his things and rushed directly to Xiang Province.

Originally, he wanted to find one place at a time, but as soon as he entered Hunan Province, he floated over from the sky with a line of words on it.

"Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Hunan Province welcomes you!"

Wang Xuebin followed the instructions of the map and took a bus to the foot of Songshan Mountain. He followed the Master of Dreams who had been waiting there to go to Shaolin Temple.

This time, Shaolin Temple is exactly the same as that seen in the movie, but there is no other monk, only one master of dreams.

The water on the table boiled. Wang Xuebin poured two cups, handed one to Master Wu Mengyu, and placed the other cup in front of him.

He placed the teapot aside and asked as he looked at the cup:

"I wonder what can I do for you?"

Meng Yu looked up at the nervous Wang Xuebin and said with a smile:

"If you have the will, then help me help Stephen. As for me, there is no urgent matter!"

Wang Xuebin felt a little relieved, and it was easy to do if he had something to ask for.

He asked with his head down as he played with the teacup in his hand:

"I wonder what kind of help can I help? I also came to learn cooking skills!"

Master Mengluomi held a teacup and sucked the tea in small mouthfuls. Hearing Wang Xuebin spoke, he put down the cup and said:

"It's a hassle for others, but it's easy for you. It's just a fund to make a comeback for Stephen, nothing else!"

Wang Xuebin's body froze and silent when he heard this. Master Wu Mengyu didn't say anything, and the room became dead silent.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Xuebin took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

"I will do my best to learn here for a while, but I don't know if I can learn to cook here for a while, not anything else!"

Wang Xuebin decided to stay here, in this place that was very dangerous for him. Cooking skills are only secondary, and more importantly, the courage to face it. He does not want to leave fear of gods and Buddhas in his heart. He will face everything in the end!

Master Mengluo looked at his firm expression and nodded and said:

"You can find a room to live in this temple, and you can also go to the dining hall at will, everything is open to you!"

Finally, Wang Xuebin raised his head, looked at Master Wu Mengyu, and did not hide it. He took out a check out of thin air, put it on the table and said:

"I don't know when Stephen Zhou was in trouble. This check is 50 million yuan. You can give it to him. If it is not enough, I will give it to you!"

Seeing this, Master Menglu smiled and waved his hand gently. The check disappeared. He said with a smile:

"Then I will thank you for Donor Zhou!"

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin was not surprised at all, nodded and said:

"Then I'll go and rest first, and listen to the teachings in the future!"

Master Mengluo didn't know what he thought of, and smiled and said:

"You should also take a break earlier. By the way, night runs are prohibited in this temple, and there is no room beam, especially...the room beam of Guanyin Hall!"

After saying that, he blinked at Wang Xuebin. His face was not very decent and revealed a touch of playfulness, which made Wang Xuebin feel furious.

He suppressed his disgust and nodded and said:

"Be sure to pay attention!"

After saying that, he left the room. The master of the nocturnal dream in the room saw Wang Xuebin walking away. He raised his lips and turned off the lights to rest. He could hear a hint of emotion in the dark:

"System... I seem to have done a few..."

......

Cooking is the art of cooking. Since it is art, there are no certain rules.

The knife skills are always uniform in size and temperature, only the fire is gentle, martial, and seasoning is always the right amount. One person is a way to do it, and each one is right.

Here, Wang Xuebin's way of learning is very special.

"Come and try this shredded potato!"

Master Mengluo held a plate and handed it to Wang Xuebin, signaling him to taste it.

Wang Xuebin picked up a chopstick and tasted it. His brows couldn't help but frown. It was so unpalatable.

“What are the shortcomings of this dish and how to improve it?”

Master Wu Mengwei stared at Wang Xuebin and asked.

Wang Xuebin thought about it and said:

"The oil is too big and the fire is too big. The potato shreds are soft and have nothing but salty taste, and they taste astringent!"

Master Menglu handed over a recipe and said:

"This is the dish I just stir-fried. You can improve it yourself and then stir-fry it according to the modified recipe!"

Wang Xuebin took the recipe, walked aside, took a pen and started to modify it. It didn't take long, so he made the corrections, walked to the chopping board, took a potato, and started cooking.

Master Mengluo walked aside and said while watching him cook:

"Your basic skills are not bad, the knife skills, the heat, and the spoon are not problems. The only problem is your mouth.

You have eaten too many seasonings and blended things, and you don’t understand the original taste of various vegetables. When you cook, you can sing the seasonings and eat them all the flavor of seasonings. How can this be cooked?"

He also reminded him while saying:

"Put it less, you'll fry a potato, add less!"

When Wang Xuebin heard the reminder, he quickly poured the remaining pepper back into the seasoning box and continued to stir-fry.

During this period, he made all the vegetables, each with a different cooking method, aiming to maximize the original taste of the ingredients.

Wang Xuebin took the pot and put it on the plate, tasted it with chopsticks, it was salty, fragrant, soft and glutinous, which was his favorite taste. He looked up at the Master of Dream Nourishings and said:

"This is the texture I like, no problem!"

Master Mengyi came over to taste it after hearing this, nodded and said:

"Fortunately, the characteristics have been developed. OK, I've passed the qualifications and can learn something else."

He is not only learning cooking skills, but also learning how to learn cooking skills. Basic skills are not difficult for him. He is not not able to cook, but he is just unable to compete with professionals.

He knows all the skills, but he doesn't know how to use them, and he doesn't know what the reason is to use them like this.

Just like a storm, he is very skilled, but he is just to show off his handsomeness. He looks very professional when he flips and turns. Even heating is not within his consideration.

This period of study is to understand the role of these techniques and the best cooking methods for each material. The knowledge of these systems is what he lacks the most.

At night, Wang Xuebin came out of the vegetarian hall with a tomato in his mouth. The tomatoes here are much better than those grown in the greenhouse. They are sour and sour. They taste full of saliva and never get tired of eating them.

"Hmm? Master of Dreams? Come out to enjoy the moon?"

The Master of Dreams stood in the courtyard, looking up at the moon, with a peaceful expression.

He has always been a vigilant and grateful mentality mixed with gratitude. It is very complicated. Every time he returns to the Zen room, he will ask the system to check it for himself, and sometimes he will return to the present world to check it.

Although he also has concerns about the system, he takes the least of the two harms. After all, the system has been used for thirty years, and it is still much more credible than the Master of Dreams.

Master Wu Mengluo didn't look back and looked at the moon and said:

"How has the donor learned during this period? But what are the difficulties?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and said:

“The master taught it very thoroughly, there is no difficulty!”

Master Menglu nodded and said:

"You have a good foundation, but you don't know why. I just gave a little help!"

Wang Xuebin smiled and spoke:

"But what I lack is this tip!"

Master Mengyu smiled and shook his head, not defending anything.

"Donor, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight. I wonder if the donor can accompany me to walk around?"

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows, looked up at the hazy moonlight, and said with a smile:

"This is an honor!"

Occasionally, a few insects cries came from the quiet temple, and the moonlight shone on the two of them, casting two shadows on the ground, and the shadows intertwined, like a fate that had already been formed!