The commoners were reluctant to eat it. They felt that it was the work of immortals. It would be better to take it back and give it to their children.
However, Li Dongzhu had said at noon that it was for everyone to eat. It would be inappropriate if they did not eat it. Now that it was hot, it would be ineffective if it was cold, right?
Li Yi was very tired on top. He had to take the things sent by the conveyor belt and throw them out.
The conveyor belt was a man-made canal with water on it. Who could see if there was an extra conveyor belt inside?
When he reached the platform, there was a mirror reflecting cloth. He walked over. From the angle of the platform, others could not see that there was a thicker part.
It was the same as looking at people in the park who stuck their heads out and saw that the surroundings were empty. It was the mirror effect.
The close-up magic in the park could be done to such a degree, not to mention Li Yi's high platform camera.
The old monk who was temporarily named Wu Xiang ate a jianbing fruit with sausages inside. He should not have eaten it, but he ate it at this moment.
He knew that if he did not eat it, Li Yi would ask him why he did not eat it.
If he said that there was meat inside, then the sutra he was talking about was the Diamond Sutra. All appearances were false.
Whether meat was meat or not, it was all in the heart and not in the appearance!
Just like how Li Yi threw out a jianbing fruit like a magic trick. You might think it was a jianbing fruit, but it was only the appearance of the heart.
Li Yi watched the other party eat and held back his laughter. You all have to eat the Diamond Sutra!
I don't even talk about idealism. It's meaningless. Since you're following this, we'll follow this.
According to the records, there were monks who did not eat meat who ate human flesh in times of life and death. The flesh of other people who were trapped and died.
Eat it then! Who doesn't want to live!
Why bother to find excuses? It seemed unnecessary.
Buddha fed the eagle with meat. Wasn't the eagle also Buddha? Wu Xiang had the appearance of all living beings and all dharma.
In the end, saying these things was actually putting a knife to the neck. How many monks would bow their heads?
Li Yi looked down on it. Because in the party he supported, there were many more revolutionaries who would rather die than submit than Buddhists who pretended to die. They could not be compared at all.
When the four olds were broken, how many monks dared not to return to the secular world? When his own party members were massacred, how many comrades did not die?
When he made crepes, he made them for the commoners. There were sausages inside.
As for whether a monk would eat or not, with a knife on his neck, would he eat or not? There was a kind of saying that he would not eat food given to him by others.
The monk ate very calmly. Today's lecture on the Diamond Sutra could give him a lot of understanding.
Most importantly, this sausage tastes good. Is it smoked? It wasn't tiring at all.
Li Yi threw for half an hour until his hands were numb.
The drone flew over with a basket containing Princess Yongmu's pancakes and Xiao Lan's soup.
"It's my turn. Is there ham inside? Is it time for the first batch from Zhuangzi? "
Li Yi recalled, shook the soil, took a bite, and confirmed that it was not Zhuangzi. He thought for a long time. Zhuangzi had been doing it every year, from the first time he bought a large amount, until now, it was still not enough.
As a result, the preaching stopped. What was there to preach about the Diamond Sutra?
It didn't have much content, but it contained a lot of things. Those who could understand it would understand it.
The deeper things contained philosophy, which the commoners could not understand.
The Diamond Sutra, including the extended content, could not be finished in ten days or half a month. It was not even possible to finish it in a month.
There was no need for it at the moment. It was just a few words, and the other party did not say much. Li Yi had no time to expand the content.
Many monks and Daoists, including those from the capital, had already lost their taste when they ate the crepes.
They were indeed affected. Li Yi walking on water was already heaven-defying enough, but he could also walk on air.
With a wave of his hand, a rainbow appeared. It was close in front of him, but far away in the horizon.
The more people said that they did not care, the more they cared.
Monks and Daoists paid attention to some casual and casual. If they really encountered it, it would be difficult to let it go.
The commoners usually valued it very much, but now they were holding the crepes and eating them very happily.
"I want to take it home for my son to eat. Li Dongzhu is a true immortal." Some people were reluctant to eat it, thinking about their children.
"It's for you. If you give it to your child, there might be a problem. Eat it! "
"Why is the meat in the sausage so thin?"
"Because it's chicken. The skin of the pig's small intestine is filled with meat. I don't know where the large intestine is."
"The large intestine is braised. It's not convenient to make sausages. It's very tiring."
"The intestines of the sheep are also good."
"The intestines of the sheep are made into something else. There's also lamb soup. There should be sausages too, but they didn't bring it today."
"How do you think Li Dongzhu flew? At night, he said that he couldn't see clearly because there was something flying with him. Today, he watched Li Dongzhu ascend to the sky step by step. "
"Why do you care so much? Anyway, I know that Li Dongzhu is good to me. "
"Eat. After eating, ask if you can bring something back home, even if it costs money."
"Yes, ask. If you ask, you probably won't spend money."
The commoners did not think about the philosophical questions. They talked about the crepes.
This thing was delicious, especially the fruit. It was soft, not the hard kind sold by ordinary people.
Actually, they did not know that the authentic crepes, whether it was the deep-fried dough sticks or the grill, were all crispy.
This thing originated in Shandong. Crepes were made with green onions.
Later, it spread to Tianjin. Tianjin had less wheat and more mung beans, so they used mung bean noodles.
It was like Beijing's fermented mung bean juice.
Tianjin and Beijing were close to each other.
This included Tangshan's mung bean cakes, which were steamed.
This thing could not be made in Zhejiang because there were less mung beans. If you want to talk about glutinous rice, you can talk about it.
Li Yi knew about these situations. He did not want to eat things that were too hard. It was easy to hurt his mouth and the roof of his mouth. He would need to rest for a few days.
Then the question was, how did the hard deep-fried dough sticks become soft?
Fried dough twists could be processed with milk and eggs. They would be soft after being fried. What about the deep-fried dough sticks?
Easy! The commoners in foodie countries already had a way to deal with it. After a while, the deep-fried dough sticks would become soft.
If it still did not work, it meant that there was no time to continue. When making crepes, put the deep-fried dough sticks in, turn down the fire, and slowly use the steam to make the deep-fried dough sticks soft.
If one wanted to make the deep-fried dough sticks soft, it was easy to brush water on them. After a while, the deep-fried dough sticks would become soft.
The final texture and taste of all the food could be adjusted.
Li Yi felt that the food was not bad. There was a small note saying that it was Princess Yongmu's soup and Xiao Lan's soup.
With the same process and ingredients, the texture would be doubled and the taste increased by 300%.
"I saw him cheating, but I could not figure out how he did it. When he told me some details, I was still at a loss."
Yao Chong was the most indifferent now. He would say whatever he wanted to say.
He also wiped his tears just now. He was too emotional!
Now that he thought about it, his eyes were still wet.
He was in a dilemma. In the past, the Li Family Zhuangzi's skills were too much. He could not catch up with the craftsmen he found.
Now, he was telling you right in front of you that he was cheating, but you could not figure out what the problem was.
"What … benefit to the common people? Naturally, we should agree."
Song Jing habitually found trouble with Li Yi. He wanted to say, "What does it have to do with the commoners?" Suddenly, he saw Noble Consort Lu's gaze and immediately changed his words.
Noble Consort Lu raised Her Majesty. She not only fed her but also taught her how to survive.
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