I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

Chi Ming was awakened by the faint sound of wooden fish, he rubbed his head, a little confused, how could there be the sound of wooden fish?

Soon, he remembered that they lived in a little monk last night.

He glanced at the sky outside the window, it was still dim, and it was estimated that it would not be until [-]:[-].

Thinking that monks have the habit of doing morning classes, he can't say anything. Since he promised to live in him, he can't drive him out now.

Chi Ming simply pulled up the quilt, and the whole person got under the quilt, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of wooden fish, and fell asleep drowsily again.

I don't know how long I fell asleep, Chi Ming was immersed in a mess of dreams, when there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Who?"

It's so early in the morning that it's hard to get a good night's sleep.

Chi Ming poked his head out from under the quilt, and opened the door with a messy chicken coop on his head.

no one?

Chi Ming looked around, but saw no one, and was about to close the door and continue sleeping.

"Benefactor, it's time to get up and make breakfast." A slow voice came from below, a little weak.

Chi Ming looked down and saw the little monk squatting on the ground, looking at him with his cheeks on his hands.

In his arms is a small wooden fish with a double fish pattern.

The small wooden fish is only a little bigger than the little monk's fist, because the owner has touched it for many years, and has already had a layer of oily and smooth patina.

"..."

Chi Ming scratched his hair, looked at the little monk's pitiful eyes, had no choice but to go back to the house to change his clothes, and plunged into the kitchen.

The flour was made in advance last night, and it is ready now.

In winter, the weather is cold and it is not easy to make dough. He usually kneads the dough after dinner.

Chi Ming quickly made five steamed buns, which were fresh meat, mushrooms and vegetables, red bean paste, leek eggs, tofu and mushrooms.

While steaming the buns, he went outside to buy a pot of soy milk on the street and made four bowls of salted soy milk.

One is nourishment, two is nourishment, and three is also nourishment.

Looking at the three people who were scrambling for food on the table with their heads down, Chi Ming felt like a worried parent in a trance. Fortunately, he didn't need to take care of other aspects except eating.

"Hey, newcomer, that's a meat bun, you're a monk, you can't eat meat!"

Bai Yao never imagined that the little monk, looking at him so thin, would eat so much.There are already ten buns, and I still eat..., like he only ate ten, is it reasonable?

"First, I don't call newcomers; second, I have a Dharma name, please call me Huiming. Master said, wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep them in his heart. As long as I have Buddha in my heart, eating meat is not a problem. "

The person mentioned by the little monk was lying in a cave and sleeping at this time, scratching his tattered cassock from time to time, and there were scattered chicken bones lying on the ground beside his feet. .

"No, all the eminent monks I've met don't eat meat, and they don't touch meat at all. You and your master must be fake monks!"

Bai Yao watched the speed at which the other two solved a steamed bun, as well as Chacha who was sitting firmly on a plate of Diaoyutai, and directly closed the wheat.

"Hmph, I don't want to argue with you now. You're not cute at all!" The little monk who thought Baiyao was fluffy and wanted to rua, suddenly felt no love.

A meal was full of gunpowder, chopsticks were coming and going, but Chi Ming was blind, and left after eating.

But before leaving, he explained a few words to a few people.

The oil that the little monk ate was shiny, and his whole body was like a balloon that was blown up, and he had to hold on to the door even when he walked.

Thinking of Chi Ming's explanation, the little monk didn't dare to be perfunctory. He sat in his room to digest for a while, then straightened his monk's robes and went out.

It will take a few days to customize things, but Chi Ming is not in a hurry, he wants to walk around and eat, and explore the market conditions.

Tongjun Mansion is larger and more developed than he imagined, and it can even be said that the level of prosperity is no less than that of the capital.

The main reason is that Mr. Tong is close to the sea on one side, located on a plain, with a vast territory and rich products.

Unlike Zaoyun Village, which is surrounded by mountains on all sides, the farmland looks irregular, with one piece in the east and one piece in the west, with less fertile land and more mountainous land.

After Cai Jin was arrested, Juxianglou was also closed.

This is a kind of torture for some old gourmets who frequent frequently.

Although Cai Jin is not as good as an animal, his cooking skills are superb. Even the chefs he hired have their own specialties, and they can cook one or two local specialties regardless of the flavor.

Once the Juxiang Restaurant collapsed, the people who used to work here had nowhere to go. Those famous cooks were okay, but other restaurants paid a high price to invite them back, but it was hard for some small workers such as waiter and vegetable choppers.

The one Chi Ming went to at noon was Tianxiang Building, second only to Juwei Building.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a huge flower and bird screen standing at the main entrance.

Chi Ming stopped to watch for a while, then turned around the screen and walked inside.

The lobby on the first floor was already full of diners, and a semi-elliptical table was set up in the middle, on which a group of women dressed like girls from the Western Regions were dancing with willow limbs.

Flying blue ribbons fluttered in the air, and a faint floral fragrance filled the air.

Chi Ming has no interest in these things, but secretly looks at the layout of restaurants in this era, thinking in his heart whether his relatively simple restaurant can be modified and enhanced.

Inspecting the surrounding restaurants is also to maximize strengths and avoid weaknesses, and to understand the eating habits of the local people.

"Serve some of your signature dishes here." Chi Ming touched the money in his pocket, and then changed his words: "Just serve three of your best dishes."

Then he thought of the small treasury buried in the yard, and he was resurrected with full blood.

How could he have forgotten that he has money again now.

It is not a problem to order a table of dishes.

It's just that the waiter in the shop has gone far away, so it's not easy for him to call him back, at worst, he will watch and order again later.

"Guest officer, your dishes are here."

The waiter put the three dishes on the table in an orderly manner.

"This is steamed goose with bamboo shoots."

"This is boiled goat."

"This is a chicken stick, which is the most popular signature dish of our restaurant. Please use it slowly."

Service attitude is good.

Of course, the dishes introduced were really good looking, Chi Ming nodded.

These dishes are all ancient French dishes, and he has eaten them a few times before.

For a while, he was quite obsessed with ancient dishes.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to the "three nines" of winter tonic, and the ancients also loved to eat mutton tonic in Lidong.Mutton is warm in nature and has the effect of warming the stomach and dispelling cold. Compared with pork, it is more easily accepted by high-ranking officials and nobles.

However, the mutton smells fishy. If you are not careful, the cooked mutton will affect your appetite because of the smell.

When the mutton was in the mouth, Chi Ming nodded, but it tasted better than expected, without any fishy smell.

The mutton has been boiled crispy, soft and juicy, mixed with a light almond aroma.

This dish pays attention to the light seasoning, and does not put other miscellaneous things to cover up the original taste of the mutton. The only shortcoming is that the soup base is not strong enough. If it is paired with a proper thick soup, it will be perfect.

The steamed goose with bamboo shoots is sliced ​​extremely thin, which is a test of the chef's knife skills.

Goose needs to be deboned and meat removed, which is a delicate job.Every ten years of knife work, I can't do this job.

The bamboo shoots used are sun-dried hairy bamboo shoots, and the taste is a bit hard. It should be that they have not been soaked in advance.

Chi Ming lost interest after eating a few chopsticks.

The chicken shredded skewers are only two fingers wide, wrapped in lamb net oil, with egg liquid on both ends, fried golden and crispy, when you bite into it, there will be a stream of oily oily water, with a strong aroma of oil.

It's just that this stuff is best eaten hot, and it will become boring after eating it for a long time. Obviously, the chicken shredded skewers in front of me don't seem to be freshly fried, but they seem to have been fried again.

He has a keen sense of taste, and he tasted some bitterness at the first bite. If it were an ordinary person, he might not be able to taste it.

Originally, I thought that if something was good, I would order some more, but now I completely gave up the idea.

Chi Ming is picky about food, from color to taste, to material selection, ingredients, and heat, he hopes to make the best use of everything.

He also likes the taste shock brought by food, as well as the smoke and fire in the world.

While they were still eating, the sound of gongs and drums started downstairs.

An official with a knife beat the gongs and drums, and posted a black and white announcement on the bulletin board not far away.

Someone looked forward curiously and joined in the fun, and immediately shouted happily: "Bah, that Cai Jin is finally dead. I can finally sleep peacefully and have a good night's sleep."

"Damn it, those children of my father cry when they hear the word Cai Jin. These days, I dare not go out, so I just stay at home anxiously, fearing that the frenzied beast will come to the door."

"Who said it wasn't. That day, watching the corpses of innocent children being carried out from a distance, I had nightmares for several nights and suffered a lot."

"I said Chen Ergou, would a rascal like you be afraid of him?"

"Haha, that's right, that's right, it can be seen that Cai Jin is more scary than a rascal."

As if the dark clouds hanging over their heads finally dissipated, the crowd burst into laughter, and several people had red eyes with tears in their eyes.

Those are the parents of innocent children who died.

Chi Ming stood at the window and watched quietly.

He is a little curious now, how did the little monk explain it to the government.

The efficiency of this work is not bad.

Three dishes cost 30 taels of silver, but the food was not enjoyable at all.

Chi Ming didn't want to waste food, so he packed two dishes he hadn't touched before, bought some rice and steamed buns, and gave them to a beggar at the corner.

The little beggar was hungry, with his chest pressed against his back. When he saw the food delivered to him, he was stunned. Then he bent over to Chi Ming to say thank you, and ran away with the things.

Chi Ming sighed, his abilities are limited, and there is only so much he can do at present.

Fortunately, Tiansheng Kingdom is under the current emperor's rule, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe.

If there are natural disasters such as famine or even severe drought and floods, the number of displaced people will increase.

Behind Tianxiang Building is a whole snack shopping street, where you can find everything you want to eat and play.

Chi Ming touched here and looked over there. He held stinky tofu in his right hand and candied haws in his left, barely filling his stomach.

"Benefactor, your house is shrouded in evil spirit recently, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster."

"Go, go, you little monk with no hair at all, stop talking nonsense here. Our house is fine, don't talk nonsense."

As soon as Chi Ming reached the end of the street, he saw the little bald head blasted out by the guards.

The little monk was not annoyed, and made a one-palm salute, and said to the closed door: "Amitabha, benefactor, the little monk lives in the former Xiankelai Restaurant, if you have any problems, you can find me there. "

Chi Ming didn't look at it, turned around and walked to another street.

"What a coincidence, Master Chi, are you here to pick me up?"

The little monk jumped up and ran to Chi Ming's side, but his eyes were staring brightly at the candied haws in Chi Ming's hand.

Chi Ming: Thank you, I was just passing by.

"How did you solve Cai Jin's matter?" Chi Ming remembered what he had just heard in the restaurant, and couldn't help being curious.

"A bunch of candied haws."

"kindness?"

"In exchange for a bunch of candied haws, I'll tell you." The little monk was still smiling, like a lucky baby in a New Year painting.

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