There are three children in Kaifeng

Bland porridge, yellowed steamed buns, and a small plate of crumpled cucumber pickles.

Ding San rested his cheeks and stared at the three things in front of him, sighing, turned his face to look at the young man in Tsing Yi who had the same surname as himself at the next table, he was eating porridge with a small spoon, and he seemed to enjoy the porridge.

She rested her forehead and sighed, compared with this "fairy" person, I have to throw it away. He is pure-minded and abstaining from eating fireworks. We are ordinary people, and the food in front of us doesn't have any oily star. This monk doesn't eat meat. We can do it I understand, but it doesn't mean that you don't want to eat oil, right?

She pouted and looked around, saw a little monk cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks, waved his hands and shouted: "Little master!" The little monk put down the bowls and chopsticks and ran over, seeing her, he shouted in surprise: "Benefactor Ding! ", the young man in Tsing Yi at the next table looked up at him, and he scratched his head in embarrassment at Young Master Tsing Yi, "Mr. Yuehua, my name is this benefactor Ding."

It turns out that this young master is called Ding Yuehua, the blue shirt is light, like the flowers of the moon, this name fits this young gentleman's temperament.

Ding San rubbed his nose, looked carefully at the little monk in front of him for a while, then slapped his thigh, "Oh, so you are Huiming!"——Huiming was the one who cried the most when she and Zhan Zhao went to Jinlong Temple to examine the master's body that day the little monk.

"Exactly, benefactor, what do you want?" Huiming asked happily when she saw that she recognized him.

"Huiming, our Jinlong Temple is also a big temple, this..." Pointing to the porridge in front of him, "It's too dull..."

The little monk lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. Ding San leaned his face in front of the little monk, and was surprised to find that the tears of the little monk were falling down, and he panicked for a moment: "Don't cry, I don't mean anything else."

The little monk wiped his tears with his sleeve, choked with sobs and said, "Ever since Master Fahai died, the temple has been eating these."

Hearing what the little monk said, she felt quite uncomfortable, "So you are mourning the master..."

"No, it's because the master is dead and there is no one to cook." The little monk's tears became more violent.

The little monk was really sincere, Ding San couldn't help but rolled his eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Is there no one who knows how to cook except Master Fahai?"

"No, a few days ago several senior brothers took turns to cook, the taste... We couldn't read the scriptures anymore, and the abbot also lived without grain for several days. Later, he couldn't hold it anymore, so he ate some conservative food. food." Huiming replied timidly.

"Conservative food"...Looking at the yellowed steamed buns, Ding San sighed softly. He couldn't even steam a steamed bun well, so he could only eat porridge and pickles? Huiming, who was wiping tears, asked helplessly, "Can you take me to the kitchen?"

"It's convenient, but why are you going to the kitchen?" Huiming blinked at her with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Stupid, of course go cook!" Ding San hit the little monk's bare head with a violent thump, Huiming rubbed his head and took her to the kitchen with grinning teeth.

There are all pots and pans in the kitchen, and there are many ingredients.Ding San rubbed his chin against a pile of ingredients. The dishes are quite fresh. It is estimated that Huiming and his senior brothers are tirelessly "experimenting" every day.

Seeing that the shiitake mushrooms are quite fat, and the rapeseed heart is also green and oily, it should be good to make a shiitake mushroom and cabbage heart. While thinking about it, I turned over the ingredients and accidentally found a few spring bamboo shoots. I thought to myself, it would be good to make a braised bamboo shoot.

Holding the selected ingredients, he asked Huiming: "Where is the stove?" Huiming pointed behind her, and when she looked behind her, the corners of her mouth twitched suddenly. Good guy, it looks like a pot and a small basin, so where is the shovel? , is it clearly a shovel... She swallowed and spit, and pouted at Huiming: "Is there a small stove?"

Huiming pursed his lips and frowned, thought seriously for a while, then slapped his hand, "There~"

Following the direction of Huiming's finger, Ding San saw a small black stove with a large spoon on it and a few straws hanging miserably.

"Okay..." She rolled up her sleeves helplessly, and was about to clean the stove. She glanced at Huiming, who was stupid, and pouted at the dishes she had chosen, "Don't wash the vegetables yet!" Huiming heard , trot over to get water to wash vegetables.

The small stove hadn't been used for a long time, and there was a lot of dust in it, and after a long time of pulling it, she was disheveled, and the big spoon was brushed and brushed again, and the water was boiled.This side was cleaned up, and Huiming also washed the vegetables and peeled the bamboo shoots, and looked at her expectantly with big eyes and watery eyes.

She raised her eyebrows, picked up a heavy kitchen knife, cut off the old roots of the bamboo shoots, patted them loose with the back of the knife, and changed them into segments, then removed the stalks of the shiitake mushrooms, divided the petals, and changed the knife, at this time The water in the pot was also boiled, and a little oil was poured into the boiled water, and then the rapeseed, shiitake mushrooms, and bamboo shoots were blanched in order.

Seeing her pouring oil into the boiling water, Huiming asked very curiously: "Benefactor Ding, why did you put oil in the water?" Ding San said while he was busy: "Pour some oil into it to make it boil. Keep the color green and bright, and it looks good when fried. Don’t look at the fried vegetables that seem simple, but in reality, they will become woody and tasteless when they are old, so the heat is the key. Don’t worry about the taste of the vegetables before they are drained. And I won’t be afraid of frying, as the saying goes, kill two birds with one stone.” Speaking of passing the blanched rapeseed in cold water, Ye Baichong neatly arranged a circle on the plate, busy on one side, and on the other side Huiming was not allowed to be idle, but he was asked to peel the garlic and mince it.

Pour a little base oil into the bottom of the pot. When the oil is about [-]% to [-]% hot, Ding San flicks his wrist and sprinkles a handful of minced garlic into the pot. Then he turns over a few times with a spatula and stirs up the aroma of the garlic, then pours in the shiitake mushrooms and stir fry. , put a little salt, soy sauce, and sugar to color and taste, and then hooked a thin gravy, and poured it on the prepared rapeseed heart after it was out of the pan.

The shiitake mushrooms and choy sum came out of the pot. She cleaned the pot and then fried the bamboo shoots with soy sauce.

For a while, the kitchen of Jinlong Temple was full of aromas, and Huiming was rubbing his hands and staring at the freshly cooked shiitake mushrooms and cabbage, and provoked Thumbs up with admiration, "Benefactor Ding, you are really amazing. Everything Master Fahai cooks is delicious!"

"That's natural, we were foodies in our previous life~" Ding San said proudly.

"Brother Ding is not only good at cooking, but also has a good memory. He remembers everything from his previous life~" A nice voice outside the door joked.

Looking back, Zhan Zhao was leaning against the kitchen door, as if he had been here for a while.

"Master Zhan, you're here too~" Huiming greeted him, and turned his gaze back to the dishes.

"Well, it's coming just after smelling it." Zhan Zhao smiled heartily, this little monk is quite lively.

Ding San wrinkled his nose—this cat's nose is smarter than a dog's.

Guessing that it was almost time to braise the bamboo shoots in oil, he lifted the lid of the pot and turned it over a few times with a shovel, seasoned with salt, sprinkled white sesame seeds out of the pot and served on the plate, and carefully wiped the soup splashed on the edge of the plate juice.

"You're done~" Ding San said grandly with his hands on his hips.

"Then Zhan is not welcome~" Zhan Zhao conjured chopsticks out of nowhere, reached out and picked up a piece of stewed bamboo shoots in oil, put it into his mouth, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "Well...it's okay."

Ding San was very proud, and hooked his fingers to Huiming who was not far away, "Come over and eat, you have done enough~"

Huiming nodded, and ran over happily, took a pair of chopsticks and was about to pick up vegetables, but the chopsticks paused in mid-air.

"What's wrong?" Seeing the hesitation on Huiming's face, she asked strangely.

"I want to send some to Master. The old man hasn't eaten much for a few days, benefactor Ding..." Before he finished speaking, Ding San smiled and set aside a large plate of food and handed it to Huiming. Urging: "Go quickly~ Don't let the old man make a bigu again~"

"Hey~" Huiming replied with bright eyes, and ran away foolishly with the food.

Ding San smiled and nodded, this Huiming is quite filial.

"You are quite caring." Zhan Zhao served himself a bowl of porridge, took two steamed buns, and handed Ding San one.Ding San raised the corner of his mouth and looked up at him, "I want porridge too." Zhan Zhao didn't roll his eyes at her as before, pushed the porridge to her, and went to fill another bowl by himself.Ding San smiled wickedly behind him, hehe, this is the benefit of cannibalism.

Zhan Zhao turned around with the porridge, Ding San quickly put away his smirk, and asked solemnly: "Master Zhan, did you find anything on the stone road?"

"It's nothing, it's quite normal." Zhan Zhao ate without raising his eyes.

Ding San leaned on his chin, feeling a little disappointed. If this is the case, then where should we start investigating this case.

Seeing her wrinkled face, Zhan Zhao was a little amused, "The investigation of the case is a matter for the government, why are you so anxious?" He pointed at the food in front of her with his chopsticks to signal her to eat first.

"Master Fa Hai saved my life, I can't let my death be unknown." Ding San pouted.

"I asked Abbot Faru if Master Fa Hai had any unusual behavior before he was killed. The master said..." Zhan Zhao deliberately dragged on a long tone.

"What did the master say?" Ding San was anxious and angry, and he still had no appetite at this moment.

"Well, this shiitake mushroom and choy sum are also good." Zhan Zhao didn't talk to her, and took a piece of shiitake mushroom.

He ate there with relish, and didn't say anything for a long time. Ding San couldn't help but shook his arm and begged, "Master Zhan..." His expression was like that of a big dog who has been wronged. .

Zhan Zhao was amused by her, and replied, "Master said, it's nothing."

"Cut." Ding San gave him a frustrated look.

"However, there is another thing the master said that really interests me."

"What's the matter?" Ding San rekindled his interest.

"Master said that Jinlong Temple has been haunted by ghosts for a while. Although he has never seen it with his own eyes, he heard from the little monk that there are always female ghosts crying in the middle of the night."

"The temple is haunted? Is it a female ghost? This doesn't make sense. Someone is pretending to be a ghost." Ding San blinked.

"You're pretty smart." Zhan Zhao looked at her with a smile.

She heard the banter in Zhan Zhao's tone, and she was not annoyed, she took the steamed bun to find a spoon to drink porridge, and suddenly remembered the gentleman in Tsing Yi who was drinking porridge in the canteen just now, took the steamed bun from his mouth, and squeezed Yan: "Master Zhan, guess who I saw?"

Zhan Zhao continued to eat, waiting for the next sentence.

"It's the Tsing Yi fairy that I saw on the street yesterday, but you're going to be disappointed, that fairy is a man." Ding San said gloatingly.

Zhan Zhao glared at her, but felt a little surprised.

"I heard from Huiming that the son's surname is Ding, and his name is Ding Yuehua." Ding San curled his lips and thought, maybe this Ding Yuehua is still a relative of us...

"Oh, so that's the case." Zhan Zhao knew it in his heart.

"Master Zhan knows him?" Ding San was quite surprised.

"I've heard that Yuxiao swordsman Ding Yuehua is the third son of Dingzhuang."

"Third Young Master? Haha, isn't that also called Ding San~" Ding San laughed tremblingly.

Zhan Zhao frowned, this Ding Zhuang was far away in Songjiang Mansion, and he didn't know what Ding Yuehua did when he came to Jinlong Temple in Bianjing. Could it be related to Master Fahai's death?

Seeing his frowning, Ding San guessed that he might be suspicious of Ding Yuehua's appearance, so he said to Zhan Zhao: "I heard from Huiming that Ding Yuehua has been here for a few days, and he came after Master Fahai was killed. "

Zhan Zhao bowed his head thoughtfully.

"Benefactor Ding!" Several monks crowded at the door, led by Huiming who had just delivered food to the abbot.Zhan Zhao and Ding San looked at this group of monks in surprise.

"Benefactor Ding, the abbot kept saying it was delicious after eating your dishes, so he almost ate the whole plate. It's almost time to make dinner. The abbot asked us brothers to come and learn from you."

Ding San pointed to his nose and asked in surprise, "Me?"

All the monks excitedly stared at their eyes and shouted in unison: "Please!"

......

Throughout the afternoon, Ding San was directing Brother Huiming to fight in the kitchen, shouting at the top of his lungs, like "autumn soldiers on the battlefield".It was already hot, and the kitchen fire was burning, and it was even hotter. Not only that, she was sweating all over, and there was still a smell of oily smoke on her clothes. Luckily, Zhan Zhao went out to investigate after eating. She was alone. In the house, I fetched water and took a quick shower.Didn't he just go out to pour the bath water, and now he is walking back with a basin dangling in a comfortable body.

Pushing the door open and entering the room, he picked up a dry handkerchief on the washbasin stand and wiped his hair indiscriminately.This long hair is so difficult to manage. She has never had long hair experience before, and she doesn't know how to tie her hair properly. She usually just uses a rope to tie a ponytail casually. After washing her hair, she doesn't know what to do with it. It can be wet and loose...While thinking about it, I walked to my bed, saw a cup of tea poured on the table, and I happened to be very thirsty, so I picked up the tea cup and drank it down.

After drinking, I smacked my mouth in satisfaction, and felt something was wrong—where did the tea come from?I haven't fallen over, could it be that Zhan Zhao is back?

Glancing at the bed opposite, Zhan Zhao seemed to be asleep lying on the bed, guessing that he came back when he went out to pour water.Through the gauze curtain, he was dimly seen wearing blue obscene clothes, Ding San raised one eyebrow - this cat looks serious, but the underwear is so gorgeous, tsk tsk...

Laying on the bed with his coat off, he tossed and turned, thinking—what would a dignified Nanxia look like in bed, is he *?Or is it inelegant to sleep with drooling like us?

The more I pondered, the more curious I became, and finally I couldn't help it anymore, so I tiptoed up from the bed, sneaked to the opposite bed, and decided to find out.

She bowed her waist, pressed against Zhan Zhao's bed, and called out softly, "Master Zhan?"

no response.

She raised her volume again and called again in a rough voice: "Master Zhan!"

Still no response.

Ding San was elated, it turns out that Nan Xia is nothing more than this, and his defense value is so low after sleeping, so he will be slaughtered by himself~ Thinking of this, he rubbed his hands and smiled like a hooligan, "Little beauty, Grandpa is here~"

She lifted up the gauze carefully, and quietly poked her head into the bed curtain.

The light was dim, and it was impossible to see the real photo for a while. It was vaguely felt that the person on the bed was breathing evenly, as warm and elegant as jade.Ding San couldn't help drooling at such an evocative scene—the skin was delicate and ruddy, as if water could be squeezed out with a pinch.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch her, but before he got close to his face, the person on the bed opened his eyes, grabbed her wrist and twisted it, turned over and pressed her down, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you!"

This momentary change caught her off guard, and she realized something was wrong when she heard the voice. The voice was cold and not like Zhan Zhao, but after a closer look, she found that this person was Ding Yuehua, the young man in Tsing Yi who had the same surname as hers!

"Why are you here! Let me go!" Ding San shouted in shock.

Hearing what she said, Ding Yuehua frowned, and also felt that the person in front of him seemed to have known him before. At this time, this person was wearing a white obscene dress, with a strand of wet hair hanging by his ear, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were round and staring at him, making him Some embarrassment.

With a sound of "bang", the door was kicked open by someone, and it was Zhan Zhao who came in a blue shirt. Seeing Ding San's thin clothes being pressed down by Ding Yuehua, he immediately roared furiously:

"Let him go!"