I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

When he went there, he was in a hurry, but when he came back, Chi Ming was a little smug, with a faint smile on his face.

When passing by the bustling street, he accidentally saw a pair of small golden bells on a stall.

"Stop." Chi Ming didn't wait for the carriage to come to a complete stop, he jumped out of the carriage and strode towards the stall.

When he came back, he had a pair of jingling golden bells on his hands.

The coachman opened his mouth, but chose to shut up in a poor and silent manner. What he was thinking about in his mind was whether to sneak out his big tail later to attract the other party's attention, or to bluntly explain that he also wanted to join his harem.

The coachman lowered the brim of his hat again, he had never been so entangled before, as long as there was any movement in the carriage, he would prick up his ears nervously.

As the carriage traveled all the way, he also hesitated all the way, and in the end he didn't lose his face and said: Hey, you can accept me.

These words are really embarrassing for the majestic wolf monster.

No matter what, the other party needs to take the initiative.

"Chi Benefactor, you are finally back~"

As soon as Chi Ming arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, he saw the little monk's round and smooth head.

Didn't this little guy say that he has something to go back to Chijue Temple? Why did he come back so soon?

He nodded lightly and walked inside.

It's past noon now, and the store is closed to the public, so there are no people there.

Li Yusheng was alone with a rag and a wooden basin, and was wiping the corners of each table carefully, even refusing to let go of the place under the table legs.

Chi Ming is quite satisfied with his behavior.

It is a good thing that the employees are diligent, but they are too diligent, and Chi Ming has a headache.

He didn't think so at first, but after getting along for a long time, he found that Li Yusheng had a serious cleanliness disorder.

He has always been generous to his employees. In addition to giving them two sets of work clothes for the season, he also gave them 30 taels of silver to buy the daily necessities they need.

He found that Li Yusheng changed his clothes twice a day, wearing work clothes when he was working, and changing into normal clothes when he was not working.

The key is that he has only worn it for one day, no matter it is windy or rainy, he will wash it that day.

When he walked to the backyard, Chi Ming looked up suspiciously, he must have gone to the wrong place, right?

Who can tell him what's going on now?

On the only two persimmon trees in the yard, there are two monks, one fat and one thin.

monk?

Where did the monk come from?

The two were closing in on each other, the ruddy, panting monk saw the young man suddenly appearing in front of him, his eyes lit up.

"That's right, it's him. Junior brother is right. I feel my body warm, as if I'm about to be enlightened." The fat monk said to the thin monk on the tree next to him.

"Senior brother is right, and I feel it too. And the most important thing is that he cooks delicious food. Let's learn how to cook from him, so that Master can stay in the monastery for a few more days." The thin monk's eyes sparkled, his brain Li has already begun to fantasize about a beautiful blueprint.

Chi Ming: Is it really okay for you to discuss in front of me?

He was just about to say hello to the two who were talking to themselves, when a young monk's voice came from behind him: "Master Chi, these two are my senior brothers, the fat one is called Zhengyuan, and the thin one is called Zhengshou. I learned how to cook from you."

Chi Ming has no plans to teach others how to cook for the time being. Even in modern society, he only accepts one young apprentice.

It's not that he doesn't want to teach, but that he doesn't want to carry forward the teacher's school and so on.

In fact, he is still a ten thousand year old salted fish.

The reason why he was able to follow the old man to study cooking and sharpen knives wholeheartedly is because he loves to eat. His mouth has been raised since he was a child, and in the end he had to do it himself to satisfy his appetite.

As if seeing what Chi Ming was thinking, the little monk immediately continued: "They won't eat and live for free, and you can come to them for carrying water, chopping firewood, cleaning, and serving dishes in the future."

"Brother, are you right?" The little monk stood under the tree with a smile, looking up at the two brothers who were still cross-legged.

"Correct."

"Yes."

"Master Chi, if you have any work in the future, just ask us for help, we are very strong." Zhengshou slid down from the tree trunk like a dexterous monkey.

"But there's no room left in the backyard."

"It's okay, the two of us can squeeze into the room with the junior brother." Zhengshou put his arm around the young monk's shoulders, smiling so hard that he almost lost his eyes.

The so-called reaching out and not hitting smiling people, Chi Ming thought that anyway, when the restaurant is busy, helpers are really needed.

"You can stay, but I will not deliberately teach you cooking skills. If you want to learn, you still have to rely on your own efforts." Since it is free labor, Chi Ming did not refuse.

"Haha, benefactor Chi, don't worry, my junior brother's basic culinary skills are still acceptable." Zheng Yuan also slid down from the tree, probably because of his huge size, he made a loud bang.

These two are truly polarizing in size.

Chi Ming seriously doubted that the reason why the little monk and the man named Zhengshou were so thin was that all the food on weekdays had ended up in the stomach of this man named Zhengyuan.

"You guys came at the right time. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. I'm going to make some mochi. I need you to help me make mochi later."

Before the Spring Festival in the south, there is a custom of pounding mochi to make rice cakes.

In fact, Chi Ming doesn't like food very much, but he likes the lively atmosphere and the feeling that the end of the year is approaching.

Sometimes he would go to the countryside to help the left-behind elderly make mochi together, and make one of his favorite snacks, green mochi.

The glutinous rice was soaked yesterday.

On the way here, he dug some shepherd's purse and golden boiling grass in the field.

Jinboicao is also called lemongrass and Qingmingcao. It can be used to make green balls and green mochi.

Golden boiling grass is also a herbal medicine that can relieve the symptoms of cough and phlegm. It is a favorite delicacy for people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

In this season, it is very rare to be able to dig shepherd's purse and Qingming grass. After all, these two kinds of wild vegetables are more common in spring, but there are very few sporadic wild vegetables in winter.

But Chi Ming couldn't hold back Chi Ming's desire for it, so he refused to give up and searched for it one by one.

In the end, he was asked to dig back two big baskets.

Put the glutinous rice soaked overnight on the old wooden steamer, pour water into the bottom of the pot, and cook on high heat.

A new stove was set up next to it, and the washed and weed-free Golden Boiled Grass was poured into boiling water, and the plant ash burned from the bean stalks was added to accelerate it becoming soft and rotten.After about 10 minutes in boiling water, take it out, chop it off repeatedly with a kitchen knife, and chop it into vegetable puree.

At this time, the wooden steamer is already filled with water vapor, and the rice fragrance is beginning to be faintly revealed. At this time, the lid cannot be lifted to prevent the rice in the middle from being cold and hot.

Chi Ming waited patiently for half a moment before lifting the lid and rubbing it with chopsticks.

The glutinous rice has been separated into grains, and all of them raised their tails, waiting for the master's praise.

"It can be carried out." Zhengyuan and Zhengshou, who had been waiting at the side for a long time, stepped forward, lifted the wooden receptacle and left.

He didn't stop until he came to a stone mortar with a width of one and a half meters.

"Pour it all in." Chi Ming held a hammer that weighed more than ten kilograms in one hand, and held the pot of chopped golden boiling grass mud just now in the other, with his sleeves already rolled up to his arms.

"Okay~"

Zhengyuan and Zhengshou were not afraid of being scalded, they worked together to turn the wooden steamer over.

The glutinous rice in it was like little dolls scrambling for the first place, and they all ran into the stone mortar.

"You watch how I pound it first, and you two will take turns later." Pounding mochi is a physical effort, and usually a stone mortar mochi often requires five adults with excellent waists to pound and pound non-stop to make mochi change. It's soft and sticky.

Chi Ming poured the golden boiling grass on top of the glutinous rice, then picked up the hammer and began pounding rhythmically.

Seeing the original white glutinous rice slowly blending with the green golden boiling grass, turning into a grass-green color, the surrounding people began to swallow their saliva frantically.

"Which one of you will come first." Chi Ming pounded a hundred times, and when he stopped, he found that his arms were faintly sore, and he was more tired than running a marathon.

"I'll come first." Zhengyuan eager to try, squeezed the thin Zhengshou away, picked up the hammer and continued to pound.

"Hey yo~"

"Hey yo~"

Zhengyuan felt that smashing mochi was a good job, and it could exercise his body better than carrying water on his shoulders, so he fell in love with it before he knew it.

Tired is really tired, but seeing the more and more delicious mochi, he licked the corners of his dry lips and continued to exert force.

It wasn't until the end that I really had no strength, that I weakly handed it to Zhengshou who was eager to fight.

"Hey, senior brother, look at me." Zhengshou froze for a moment when he lifted the hammer, it was heavier than he imagined, just now when he saw the two carrying it lightly, he didn't think it was heavy.

He spit into the palm of his hand, rubbed his palms together again, and then picked up the ax and began to beat it again and again.

After Chi Ming handed over the matter to the two of them, he went into the kitchen to prepare the ingredients for skewers.

In addition to oden tonight, he also wants to try underwater skewers.

After all, there are still praise tasks hanging over his head, and he still wants to live a good year in peace and stability, so he will do things earlier while he still has time.

The little monk was originally a restless master, but in order to watch the two senior brothers beat mochi, he just picked up a small stool and sat motionless with his little head propped up.

"Brother, come on~"

"Brother, come on~"

"Brother, come on."

The voice grew weaker and weaker.

When Chi Ming passed by for the second time, he could hear his stomach growling.

He went back to the kitchen to get some brown sugar, and picked a small piece of palm-sized glutinous rice from the stone mortar, flattened the glutinous rice, wrapped it in brown sugar, rolled it into a ball and handed it to the little monk: "Take it and eat it."

"Ah, is it for me? Thank you." The little monk swallowed his saliva, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and then eagerly took the mochi dumpling, biting off a tenth of it with one bite.

"It's delicious!" The little monk cheered and began to eat happily.

Zhengyuan has played three times in turn, and his nose is almost falling off because of the glutinous rice mixed with golden boiling grass. What's more, he got up early and hurried on the road. Apart from eating two hard buns, his stomach was already flattened by hunger.

Benefactor Chi, I want it too... Zhengyuan pursed her lips.

He looked enviously at the little junior brother who was eating happily, so greedy that the glutton was singing a big show in his stomach.

In the blink of an eye, there was a green glutinous rice dumpling in front of him, and he couldn't help swallowing.

The first thing that catches the eye is the other party's slender and fair fingers, followed by the smiling face.

This young man was also very good-looking, and it was the first time that Zhengyuan looked at him squarely.

"Put it on the stomach first, and at night I will stir-fry some vegetarian fillings, and then wrap it in mochi, the taste will be even better." Children love to eat mochi dipped in sugar, and he prefers to add shredded pork to the mochi , shepherd's purse, dried bamboo shoots, shredded eggs, etc.

"Thank you." Zhengyuan's squinting eyelids widened in an instant. He wiped his hands on the monk's robe before taking it with a smile.

When the younger brother came back this time, for the first time, he began to dislike the poor cooking skills of him and Zhengshou, and even boasted that he had eaten the most delicious food in the world.

He looked at the younger brother's face that quickly became round as if cheering him up, but he couldn't refute for a while.

The younger brother is picky about food, even though the food in the temple is not bad, he eats himself as if he is malnourished.But now he has only been down the mountain for a few days, and he has gained more than a circle of weight when he comes back.

Zhengyuan took a bite with great anticipation, it was soft and sweet, with a faint aroma of golden boiling grass, it was delicious.

It would be nice to make this snack into a snack and put it on the Buddha's altar, or give it to the pilgrims at the foot of the mountain as a return gift.

Zhengyuan was thinking about something, and finished eating the dumpling in his hand in two or three strokes, and when he wanted to eat again, he foolishly bit his own finger.

"Hahaha, brother, are you so delicious that you don't even let go of your fingers?" Zhengshou huffed and bent over to pant, his face and body were covered with sweat, as if he had been scooped out of the water.

"Go, go, talk nonsense." Zhengyuan coughed, blushing to hide his embarrassment.

"Mr. Chi, it's bad, Li Qi was beaten."

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