Seeing Fangzheng's reddened eyes, as though he wanted to throw them into a pot and stew them at any moment, Lone Wolf immediately shouted. "Master, I'm heading out to patrol the mountain."
Monkey hurriedly said, "Master, I'll help take care of the monastery."
Seeing that everyone had left, Squirrel faced the reddened Fangzheng alone. His mind raced as he tried to think of a good reason to leave, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't think of anything. Finally, he said with a sobbing tone, "Master, I want to shit …"
Fangzheng looked at the few of them and immediately smiled. His appetite was only an instinctive desire triggered by the pickled cabbage. It was an instinctive desire for food as a human, a living creature. However, humans were humans because they had self-control. The reason why monks were monks was because they had greater self-control than ordinary people. If they couldn't even do that, what was the point of becoming a monk?
However, looking at the chubby little fatty, a nefarious smile flashed in Fangzheng's eyes. He chuckled. "Jingkuan, shit is simple. Go over there. Once you're done, come over. Let's go to the kitchen to discuss how to cook. "
Squirrel's heart palpitated when he heard that. Cook? Don't tell me he's going to cook me? He looked at Fangzheng with an aggrieved look. "Master, I only know how to eat, not cook. Besides, look, half of the winter has passed. I've already lost half my flesh. I'm so skinny that I'm only bones. "
As he spoke, Squirrel tried his best to pinch his body, but he ended up pinching his belly? It was all meat!
Pinching his arms? It was all meat!
Pinching his buttocks? It was all meat!
No matter how he pinched it, it was all meat! Squirrel turned anxious when he saw the darn baldy's eyes turn brighter and more mischievous! After randomly touching around, he suddenly touched something hard. He reflexively shouted, "Master, look! I'm so skinny that I'm only bones!"
Fangzheng was rendered completely speechless when he saw Squirrel's eyes roll back. To think that the little guy could think of something like that. He hurriedly kicked his fat ass and said, "Leave quickly …"
Squirrel felt like he had been pardoned as he ran off.
Fangzheng teased Squirrel for a while before placing the pickled vegetables on the stove. After some thought, he left through the back door. Fangzheng did not take the proper path. In broad daylight, the mountain path was filled with devotees. If he were to head out, he would either have to activate A Golden Millet Dream or be bombarded with question marks the entire way. If he were to encounter a female pervert, he might not even be able to keep his ass.
Once bitten, twice shy …
He found Lone Wolf and asked him to go down the mountain and ask him to make some potato flour.
When Lone Wolf heard that, he was going to sit and eat! Thus, he ran down the mountain as fast as the wind …
Fangzheng looked at the fellow's back and marveled. "So the Storm Wolves in novels are all driven by gluttony …"
Not long after, Lone Wolf returned. Fangzheng was given a fright when he saw this. He did not know which family was so talented as to make Lone Wolf come back with a sack of potato flour in his mouth as though they were afraid that Fangzheng did not have enough to eat.
Fortunately, Lone Wolf was strong and tall. Otherwise, with Lone Wolf's stupid way of biting, he would have long crushed the potato powder.
Fangzheng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that only a small portion of the potato powder was crushed.
He washed out a large amount of potato powder, some long and some short. Then, he placed them in a huge basin and soaked them in Unrooted Clean Aqua.
Following that, Fangzheng strolled out.
Lone Wolf wore a puzzled look when he saw that Fangzheng was soaking the potato powder instead of cooking something delicious. He chased after him and asked, "Master? You aren't cooking anymore? "
"Not for the time being. I'll soak it for a while." As Fangzheng walked out, he said, "This potato powder is very tough. It's very difficult to cook without soaking it for a while."
"Then why don't you use other powder? Why must you use it if it's so troublesome? "asked Lone Wolf.
Fangzheng smiled. "It's precisely because it's resistant to cooking that it's very tough after cooking. It doesn't break easily, and it's smooth and extremely soft in the mouth. The texture is excellent."
"Is that so … Master, what does the potato powder taste like? Sour? Sweet? "Lone Wolf was even more curious as saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he was craving it.
Fangzheng smiled. "This potato powder doesn't have much taste. The taste itself is very light, as though it doesn't exist."
"Then what's so delicious about it?" Lone Wolf shook his head in disappointment as he flicked his tail.
At that moment, Monkey called him over to help. Lone Wolf did not ask further and immediately ran off.
When Fangzheng saw this, he smiled and did not say a word.
After soaking the potato powder for more than an hour, Fangzheng pinched it. The white potato powder was already soft and smooth to the touch. It was extremely comfortable.
Only then did Fangzheng begin cooking. His disciples were busy, and since it wasn't convenient for him to go out as their master, he decided to stay behind and do the logistics.
After cooking the rice, he washed the wok and put in some oil to boil. After adding some spices and stir-frying it, Fangzheng poured the shredded pickled cabbage into the hot oil. With a sizzling sound, Fangzheng quickly stir-fried the pickled cabbage. Soon, the pickled cabbage turned golden and beautiful after being stained with oil! It even began to reflect light!
The fragrance of the pickled cabbage was completely stimulated by the spices. Once the hot oil was fried, the fragrance wafted everywhere!
However, when the northeast wind blew, the fragrance was dispersed the moment it left the door. It did not go far.
When the pickled cabbage was almost done, Fangzheng poured in the soaked potato powder and stir-fried it. Finally, he added some water and covered the wok with a lid.
…
Meanwhile, in the monastery's front yard.
"Eldest Senior Brother, what's Master doing in the backyard? What did you just bring back? "Squirrel jumped onto Lone Wolf's head and asked curiously.
Lone Wolf shook his head and said, "Master said it's potato powder, a type of vermicelli. He's probably making this tonight … "
"Uh, what kind of vermicelli is potato powder? Is it delicious? "Salted Fish was curious as well as he came over to ask.
By the side, Red Boy pricked up his ears as well …
Lone Wolf said, "Master said that it doesn't have much taste. It's just a little slippery. It probably doesn't taste good."
"It doesn't taste good … That's good …" Salted Fish mumbled and left in satisfaction.
Red Boy heaved a sigh of relief as well.
These two fellows were destined not to be able to eat dinner. When they heard that the food wasn't delicious, they felt a rare sense of comfort. He walked away happily and went to work.
When night fell and the bell and drum sounded, One Finger Monastery began to close its doors. The devotees dispersed.
Salted Fish and Red Boy sat by the door and watched the moon gradually rise and the stars twinkle. It was unknown why they were in a daze.
"From the looks of it, the food in the backyard isn't that great … I didn't hear anything," Salted Fish said.
Red Boy nodded and rubbed his growling stomach. "It probably isn't that great … Didn't Eldest Senior Brother say that the vermicelli is tasteless and not delicious?"
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