Monk, this child is yours

A group of refugees followed Zhang Wu and the others up the mountain, a little apprehensive, because the three of them were tall, and they walked to the secluded Jinghua Temple. Some people were afraid of accidents, so they left without saying goodbye halfway, and the rest were only 36 people.

It's just that these people can also play the role of propaganda, so Zhang Wu is not worried at all that Yan Hua will blame him.

When Zhang Wu led the refugees to the dilapidated gate of Jinghua Temple, the large cauldron used for giving food had already been placed on the square in front of the gate.

Wu Jian wore a gauze hat and sat quietly on the Zen cushion beside him, Yan Huayan stood behind Wu Jian, his handsome appearance and long hair flowing in the wind made those refugees who came with Zhang Wu look dumbfounded.

While the handsome and icy appearance made them stunned, the icy breath also made them take a few steps back in fear.

Feeling the fear of the refugees, Zhang Wu quickly showed his brotherly loyalty, "Hehehe" laughed a few times to ease the atmosphere, and explained to the refugees, "The one sitting on the Zen mat and wearing the gauze hat is Master Wujian, and the one standing beside him is Master Wujian." Mr. Yan who came without a master."

After listening to Zhang Wu's explanation, the refugees were still a little scared and didn't dare to look in the direction of Yan Huayan.

Wu Jian looked at the trembling refugees with their heads hanging down through the black veil, sighed for a while, and then gently said to Yan Huayan beside him: "You can show everyone how to cook potatoes, and then give them cooked potatoes as a gift. , and distribute the potato tubers.”

Yan Huayan nodded, glanced at the people under the steps, and said calmly: "Master Wujian is compassionate, and today he is donating food and seeds. I will first show you how to cook this food."

After Yan Huayan said, the people under the steps were in awe, Zhang Wu hurriedly greeted everyone and said: "Sit down as you please, everyone can memorize the cooking method taught by Mr. Yan."

The group looked at the neat steps, sat down casually, couldn't help but peek at Yan Huayan's direction, and found that the cold aura on Yan Huayan's body had disappeared a lot, so they were no longer afraid.

Yan Huayan poured the cleaned potatoes in the basket on the chopping board, picked up a palm-sized potato and said, "This food was found by Master Wu Jian under the instructions of the Buddha. It is called potatoes, easy to grow, and ripe potatoes. Peel, cut into pieces, and stir-fry. Of course, it can also be boiled or steamed. Now I will steam the potatoes for everyone to eat."

After Yan Huayan finished speaking, the people under the steps began to discuss in low voices.

"Potatoes? I haven't heard of it, and is the thing that the young master took just now really edible?"

"Is it true that the Buddha guided Master Wujian to find it?"

"It looks delicious..."

"Thank you Master for coming to Yecheng, the people of Yecheng are blessed..."

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Yan Huayan pours water into the pot, then puts a steamer, the steamer is covered with potatoes, then covers the pot, and starts to boil the water.

Time passed by, and the refugees sitting on the steps stared at the steamer with their eyes motionless, and licked the corners of their mouths from time to time. As the water boiled, there was a fragrance from the steamer, and they salivated more.

When they smelled the aroma, they were more sure that the food in the steamer was edible, and the hungry stomach felt even more uncomfortable. The skinny child touched the growling stomach, pulled the corner of her mother's clothes, and kept talking, "Mother, I want to eat, I want to eat."

The woman touched the child's head pitifully, "We can eat it later."

The child looked anxiously at the steamer nestled in her mother's arms.

Yan Huayan opened the steamer and tried it with chopsticks inserted into the potatoes. He could penetrate the potatoes completely, so he knew that the potatoes were cooked, so he extinguished the firewood and said to Wu Jian: "Master, the potatoes have been steamed. Giving?"

Wu Jian nodded, "Yes."