Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

No danger?

For the system, there is no danger if the host is not really dead, but for Wang Xuebin, losing himself is no different from death.

And with the increase of authority, the level of his contact will gradually increase. Unless he has been wandering around the world of micro-magic, otherwise he will always encounter these unspeakable existences.

Wang Xuebin is just a martial artist now, and he hasn't even touched the threshold of cultivating immortals. This time, the meeting is considered kind. What if he meets a Cthulhu?

"Nana, back to the world of the God of Cookery, I want to have a good time with the 'Master of Nocturnal Remnants'!"

Instead of changing to a new world, it is better to choose this great power who has a chance.

As an existence far beyond oneself, since he didn't make a move at the beginning, there must be room for communication. As long as he can communicate, there will be gains.

This is a gamble, he doesn't have any chips, but he put himself on the table, as for the rest, it depends on luck!

"Have you traveled through the world of the God of Cookery?"

"confirm!"

Chapter 123 (If you have already subscribed, please do not subscribe again)

In the Shaolin Temple's husband's room, Wang Xuebin and Meng Yi sat facing each other, with a pot of tea boiling on the table, neither of them spoke.

When Wang Xuebin came to the world of the God of Cookery again, he appeared at the Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain, Henan Province. Without delay, he went down the mountain to pack his things and rushed directly to Hunan Province.

Originally, he wanted to search from place to place, but just after entering Hunan Province, a map floated from the sky with a line of words written on it.

"Welcome to Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Hunan Province!"

Wang Xuebin followed the instructions on the map, took the bus to the foot of Songshan Mountain, and followed Master Mengyi who had been waiting there for a long time to the Shaolin Temple.

This time the Shaolin Temple is exactly the same as it appeared in the movie, but there are no other monks, only a master of nocturnal memory.

The water on the table boiled, Wang Xuebin poured two glasses, one was handed to Master Mengyi, and the other was placed in front of him.

He put the teapot aside, looked at the cup and asked:

"I don't know what I can do for you?"

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

"If your lord has the heart, then help the poor monk to help Stephen. As for the poor monk, there is nothing urgent!"

Wang Xuebin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and it was easy to handle what he asked for.

He played with the teacup in his hand, lowered his head and asked:

"I don't know how I can help you? I also came here to study cooking!"

Master Mengyi was holding a teacup, sipping tea in small sips, and when he heard Wang Xuebin speak, he put down the cup and said:

"It's very troublesome for others, but it's easy for you. It's just to provide Stephen with a comeback fund, nothing else!"

Wang Xuebin froze when he heard the words, and remained silent, and Master Mengyi didn't say anything, and the room became dead silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xuebin took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

"I will try my best. I don't know if I can study here for a period of time. I only learn cooking and nothing else!"

Wang Xuebin still decided to stay here, staying in this dangerous place for him, cooking skills are only secondary, what is more important is the courage to face, he does not want to leave the fear of gods and Buddhas in his heart, he will eventually face everything!

Master Mengyi looked at his firm expression, nodded and said:

"You can find a room to live in this monastery by yourself, and you can go to the fasting hall as you like, everything is open to you!"

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

"I don't know when Stephen Zhou will be in trouble. This check is 5000 million yuan. You can give it to him. I will give it if it is not enough!"

Seeing this, Master Mengyi smiled, waved his hand lightly, and the check disappeared, he said with a smile:

"The poor monk will thank you for Donor Zhou!"

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

"Then I will go to rest first, and come to listen to the teachings later!"

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

"You should also rest earlier, by the way, night running is prohibited in this temple, and it is not allowed to climb on the beams, especially... the beams of the Guanyin Temple!"

After finishing speaking, he blinked at Wang Xuebin, his not very decent face revealed a trace of playfulness, which made Wang Xuebin's heart flutter.

He suppressed the shock in his heart, nodded and said:

"Be careful next time!"

After finishing speaking, he left the husband's room. Seeing Wang Xuebin walking away, Master Mengyi in the husband's room lifted the corner of his mouth and turned off the lights to rest. In the darkness, he heard Sisi sighing:

"System... the deity seems to have done a few..."

......

Cooking, that is, the art of cooking, since it is an art, there are no definite rules.

Knife skills are always uniform in size, and the heat is only gentle or strong, and the seasoning is always the right amount. One person has one method, and each method is correct.

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

"Try it, this potato shreds!"

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

Wang Xuebin picked up a chopstick and tasted it, his brows wrinkled, it was too unpalatable.

"What are the shortcomings of this dish, and how can it be improved?"

Master Mengyi stared at Wang Xuebin and asked.

Wang Xuebin thought for a while and said:

"Too much oil, too much heat, the shredded potatoes are limp, without any flavor except salt, it tastes astringent!"

Master Yumeng passed a recipe and said:

"This is the dish I just fried, you can improve it yourself, and then follow the modified recipe to make a copy!"

Wang Xuebin took the recipe, walked to the side, and took a pen to correct it. After a short time, he corrected it, walked to the chopping board, took a potato, and started cooking.

Master Mengyi walked aside, watched him cooking, and said:

"Your basic skills are not bad. Knife skills, heat, and spooning are not problems. The only problem is your mouth.

You have eaten too many things blended with seasonings, and you don’t understand the original taste of various vegetables. When you cook, you let the seasonings go wild, and you eat all the flavors of seasonings. How can this be cooking? "

As he spoke, he reminded:

"Put less, you just fried a potato, put less!"

Upon hearing the reminder, Wang Xuebin quickly poured the remaining pepper powder back into the material box and continued to stir fry.

During this period of time, he cooked all the vegetables one by one, each requiring a different cooking method, aiming to maximize the original taste of the material.

Wang Xuebin picked up the pot and put it on a plate, and tasted it with chopsticks. It was salty, fragrant and soft, which was his favorite taste. He looked up at Master Mengyi and said:

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

After hearing the words, Master Mengyi also came over to taste it, nodded and said:

"Fortunately, the characteristics have been brought out, that's enough, I have passed the test, and I can learn other things."

He is not only learning cooking skills, but also how to learn cooking skills. Basic skills are not difficult for him. It's not that he doesn't know how to cook, but he can't compete with professional ones.

He knows all the techniques, but he doesn't know how to use them, and he doesn't know the reason for using them in this way.

Just like flipping a pot, he is very proficient in flipping, but he uses it purely for the sake of being handsome, turning it over and over looks very professional, and even heating is not within his consideration.

The study during this period is to understand the role of these skills and the best cooking method of each material. These systematic knowledge are what he lacks the most.

At night, Wang Xuebin left the dining hall with a tomato in his mouth. The tomatoes here are much more delicious than the ones grown in the greenhouse. They are sour and full of saliva.

"Huh? Master of Nocturnal Nocturnal Remnants? Come out to enjoy the moon?"

Master Mengyi stood in the courtyard, looking up at the moon with a peaceful expression.

He has always had a kind of vigilance mixed with gratitude to Master Nocturnal Nocturnal, which is very complicated. Every time he returns to the meditation room, he will let the system check himself, and sometimes he will return to the present world to check.

Although he also has scruples about the system, he chooses the lesser of two evils. After all, the system has been used for 30 years, and its credibility is much higher than that of Master Nocturnal Nocturnal.

Master Mengyi didn't look back, looked at the moon and said:

"How has the donor learned during this time? Are there any difficulties?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and said:

"The master taught in detail, there is nothing difficult!"

Master Yumeng nodded and said:

"You have a good foundation, but you don't know why, and the poor monk is just giving a little advice!"

Wang Xuebin smiled and said:

"But what I lack is this advice!"

Master Nocturnal Ecstasy smiled and shook his head, not making any excuses.

"Benefactor, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, I wonder if the benefactor can accompany the poor monk for a walk?"

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

"This is my honor!"

Occasionally, a few insects could be heard in the quiet temple. The moonlight shone on the two of them, casting two shadows on the ground.

Chapter 124 God of Cookery Contest

Master Mengyi walked in front, and Wang Xuebin followed behind. After some time, the master said:

"Sponsor, we have made more than 100 kinds of vegetables these days, including all the commonly used ones. You have a photographic memory, and you have memorized them all!"

Wang Xuebin paused, then continued walking.

"I have benefited a lot. I used to cook, but I just followed the recipes. Today, if the seasoning is put in place, it tastes better. If the seasoning is not put in place, it tastes worse. It has never been a regularity."

Master Yumeng shook his head lightly.

"The beauty of food has never been the craftsmanship, but the direct connection between taste buds and emotions. Who you eat with is more important than whether it tastes good or not.

If it’s just to satisfy your appetite, it’s not a good idea to learn to cook. After you learn how to cook, the fun of eating will be gone. A meal depends on whether others eat it or not. What you eat depends on the cooking technique. It's hard to get back the joy of enjoying good food! "

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Don't monks pay attention to the emptiness of the four elements? How does the master understand so much?"

Master Yumeng smiled slightly.

"When you reach the realm of the poor monk, emptiness is emptiness, and what is not emptiness is emptiness. What else do you not understand?"

Wang Xuebin nodded and did not speak, and his footsteps did not stop.

Master Mengyi thought of something, and asked:

"Stephen Zhou will come over in a few days, do you want to learn meat dishes from him?"

During this time, what Wang Xuebin learned were all vegetarian dishes, without the slightest bit of meat, Master Mengyi didn't mention it, and Wang Xuebin didn't ask about it either.

At this time, Master Mengyi mentioned it, but Wang Xuebin shook his head:

"No, although I haven't become a monk, I can't cook meat in a monastery. I have mastered the learning method. I'd better go to other places to practice!"

Stephen Zhou is the reincarnation of the God of Cookery, but he is not. What Stephen Zhou can do does not mean that he can do it. This is about pointing at monks and scolding bald donkeys. He has no interest in dying.

Master Yumeng nodded and said:

"Well then, the benefactor can make up his own mind!"

After finishing speaking, the two continued to move forward, Wang Xuebin fell slightly behind, and the shadows of the two gradually formed a gap.

Master Mengyi who was walking in front did not turn his head, and said casually:

"The almsgiver has been here for more than two months, but he has never entered the Sutra Pavilion once. But do you have any objections to the Dharma?"

Wang Xuebin's figure stopped, and the shadows of the two were completely separated.

He smiled and said:

"There is no objection, it's just that some places are unacceptable!"