I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

"I'm full, thank you for your hospitality." Xio was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that he had such a good appetite, and he ate three whole plates. If it wasn't for his image, he would have eaten another plate.

"These pearls are for you." Xio took out a black purse and handed it to Chi Ming. He had no money, but he had pearls.

"Welcome to come again next time." Chi Ming smiled, his eyes almost bent into the moon.

"Well, are you still there tomorrow night?" Xio turned his head and asked before jumping into the sea, he still wanted to eat boiled squid again.

"No, I'm going back tomorrow. You can come to Chi Yan to find me." Chi Ming calmly stuffed a bag of pearls into his pocket, thinking in his heart that he could use these high-quality pearl powders to try to make some fruit tea or dishes .

However, pearl powder is a cold substance, which is better for people with dry and hot constitutions, but it is not suitable for people with cold constitutions or patients with stone disease.

"Chi Yan? Ah, you won't be Chi Yan's cook, are you?" Xio was so excited that he couldn't speak, and his whole face glowed with brilliance as he swept away the slump after being hit by the fat cook at first.

"Well, sort of." Chi Yan is not the only cook now.

Speaking of which, after being away for so many days, he really missed that temporary home.

"Okay, I will definitely go." Xio nodded affirmatively, and jumped into the sea like a happy little fish.

Just as before, he was transformed into the glorious Little Mermaid again, his huge tail wagging in the sea, throwing waves of spray.

He waved his hand towards Chi Ming, and disappeared into the vast sea in a blink of an eye.

"Master, Master..." The fat cook blushed like ketchup, and looked at Chi Ming in awe, his soul was already out of his mind.

A voice kept ringing in my head: It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over...

He slapped his head hard, and knelt down on the ground with a plop, his voice unconsciously filled with regret: "Master, my apprentice is wrong, please forgive me for my indiscriminate words just now."

The fat cook was so regretful that his intestines were green.

He is such a pig-headed person, to say that Chi Yan is not good several times.

"What are you doing, get up quickly." Chi Yan didn't mean to be angry. Although the fat cook spoke carelessly, his nature is still good. He didn't say it clearly at the beginning, but in fact he kept teasing it his mind.

"Master, it's my apprentice who doesn't know Mount Tai. I didn't expect you to be the cook of Chi Yan." The fat cook suddenly thought of something, and excitedly laughed with his hands on his hips: "Haha, I didn't expect that I, Fat Hai, would be unlucky for most of my life. It's all about luck."

"Hey, don't be too happy, I didn't promise to be your master. But I allow you to study on the sidelines. As for how much you can learn in the future, it depends on your own efforts."

The fat cook's mood was like riding a roller coaster, he was up and down, and when he heard that he could learn from the side, he immediately revived with blood and said:

"I, Fat Dahai, have no other skills, but there is a reason why I still understand that in addition to personal talent, the way of cooking depends more on my own efforts. I will learn from my master in the future, no matter how hard or tired I am." I'm not afraid." The fat cook was so excited that his whole body was shaking, and he solemnly kowtowed three times on the ground.

He knew that his stalking behavior at the beginning was really despised by most people, but if he gave up the dream he had been pursuing because of his thin skin, he was afraid that he would not be able to rest in peace in a hundred years.

A teacher for one day, a father for the rest of his life, even though the master refuses to accept him now, he has decided that he will always listen to the master's words and respect the master well.

"Okay, get up." Chi Ming nodded. The fat cook looked stupid, but in fact he still has the spirituality of cooking. Sometimes he just flicked it lightly, and he got it right.

After Chi Ming returned from the East China Sea, he went to buy some local specialties and went back.

Xia Huo went to Li's mansion to visit Xiaoya again, but he hasn't come back yet.

Seeing that the departure was imminent, but Xia Huo did not show up for a long time, Chi Ming couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Just as he was about to visit the vicinity of Li's Mansion, Xia Huo, who had not returned for a long time, came back with flapping wings.

Although her whole body was dark, Chi Ming could still see the displeasure on her face.

"Why, who made you unhappy?"

Chi Ming nodded amusedly at Xia Huo's bird head.

"Master, you said that I sent Xiaoya back, is it right or wrong?" Xia Huo looked listless and even a little dissatisfied.

"Did something happen?" Except for Mrs. Lin, who was thinking about her daughter, the Li family members didn't seem to be looking forward to this found relative.

On the contrary, he treats the adopted child differently.

Chi Ming saw the problem from the first day, but as an outsider, he didn't want to meddle too much in other people's family affairs.

"Ya'er's fiancé was snatched away by that adopted daughter! That adopted daughter seems to be a good at disguising. She really does one thing in front of her face and another behind her back. If I haven't recovered my strength now, I really want to slap her to death."

Xia Huo seemed a little emotional, and his black tail feathers trembled.

"Being able to be snatched away means that this person can't be entrusted to her for life. You should be happy for Xiaoya, she didn't step on the trap. What's more, there are so many men with two legs in this world, why don't you meet someone who treats her sincerely?" people?"

Unexpectedly, Xia Huo was talking about this matter. In fact, he had already guessed about it in the roast goose competition.

Since Xiaoya chooses to come back, she has her own way to go. People always have to learn to grow, and if they are overprotected, they will gradually lose the ability to face setbacks.

She must stand up by herself first, so that others will not underestimate her.

"Master, you are right. How can a scumbag be worthy of my Xiaoya. Forget it, I am already like this now, and I can't control myself well. I only hope that Lin can always love Xiaoya." Xia Huo said Here, a little sullen, after all, he is a child brought up by a handful of shit and urine.

Even though the child no longer remembers her, they can still vividly remember every bit of their past relationship.

I hope that the cookbook she wrote by herself can help the child in the end, and I also hope that after she returns to the secular world, she can live a happy life for the rest of her life.

After so many years, she has actually given up her obsession.

Or from the moment she separated, she probably had let go of her obsession with losing her child.

It's a pity that Gu Huo never understood.

She flapped her wings and dodged into the cookbook.

Her physical strength is too weak now, and she is not allowed to stay outside for too long. Simple flying is already a huge consumption.It seems that we still need to hurry up and practice, and re-condense the inner alchemy.

At this moment, the fat cook trotted over with a big bulging package on his back.

"Huh~huh~, Master, I packed up, can we go?"

The fat cook looked back at the place where he had lived for several years, he was actually a nostalgic person.

But the thought of being able to learn the superb culinary skills from the master strengthened my mind.

He has already bid farewell to a few good buddies who used to wash their hands in the gold basin, and they are all happy for him and let him study hard.

"Well, let's go."

The carriage rolled forward with a grunt, this time the driver was replaced by the fat cook.

Chi Ming didn't expect that he just went out to swim in the lake, and when he came back, it was already the eighth day of the first lunar month.

Looking at the familiar big locust tree at the door and the restaurant with red lanterns, Chi Ming couldn't help but smile.

It feels so good to be home.

"Chi Benefactor, you are finally back!"

Just as Chi Ming jumped out of the carriage, a little bald head flew over from nowhere and rubbed against him vigorously.

Chi Ming pushed the person half a meter away with some disgust, looked at the young monk who had obviously lost weight to the naked eye, and wondered if he was dazzled.

"Master Chi, where have you been these days? I went down the mountain on the fourth day of the first lunar month, and you have come back only now. I have been waiting for you for four whole days..." The little monk who was originally like a living treasure brought out a strong sense of humor in his words. Strong crying.

After returning to the temple, the little monk was only happy for a long time, because the meals made by his brothers were really unpalatable, and he missed every minute and every second of the various delicacies cooked by Master Chi.

If Master didn't allow him to go down the mountain too early, he would have come back on the first day of the first lunar month.

"So you just waited for me here for four days?" Chi Ming finally understood how the little monk lost weight so quickly, and his feelings were hungry.The restaurants and shops are not open these days, and I don't know how the little guy solves his food and clothing.

However, this kind of pity did not last for three seconds, until he saw a messy kitchen.

"Huiming! Come here!!"

Chi Ming was angry and funny.

Looking at the iron pan with a big hole in it, and the food that was so dark that it was hard to tell its true colors.

"I'm sorry, Master Chi, I'm really hungry. I thought cooking was easy..." I didn't expect it to be so difficult, even the baked sweet potatoes almost set the house on fire.

never mind!

The brat who picked it up by himself.What else can he do, especially when the other party is still so small and looking at him pitifully with teary eyes, what can he do, he can't really grab him and beat him up.

Chi Ming took a deep breath, and could only roll up his sleeves and start cleaning up the crime scene.

The fat cook quickly joined the cleaning team. Although he didn't understand the relationship between the master and the cute little monk in front of him, he still chose to shut up at this delicate moment.

The little monk was so moved that he almost cried. He sniffed his nose, rubbed his red nose from the cold, rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "Master Chi, I'll help you too!"

Chi Ming, who was struggling to wash the pot, hurriedly stopped: "Don't!"

However, it was still too late, and there was a bang, and a stack of bowls that were neatly stacked fell to the ground and fell to pieces again.

"I'm sorry, I, I really just want to help you." The little monk was really frightened and cried this time, but he burst into tears.

In fact, he is not usually like this, he seldom cries.

In the monastery, he was the only one who bullied his seniors, but for some reason, he wandered around here alone for four days, seeing other people's homes being harmonious and lively, he was really envious.

He once asked the master where his parents were, but the master said that he would naturally know when he grew up.

But he really wanted to see them now.

He found the feeling of home in Chi Ming.

He likes pool banquets and everyone here.

Chi Ming looked at the little monk who was crying louder and louder, and panicked all of a sudden.

Could it be that what he just said was serious?

He wiped his hands hastily, walked up to the little monk in three steps at a time, squatted down, and carefully wiped away the hot tears on his face.

"Look at you, you're still crying. You're seven years old after the new year, don't cry anymore. I didn't mean to blame you just now, you are too young, you can't help with the kitchen. Wait until you get older Come on, I'll ask you to help, you might hide far away."

"I won't." The little monk stopped crying all of a sudden, and denied loudly: "And I have great strength."

Master also said the same, saying that he will leave here when he grows up, and he will no longer cling to them.

He didn't!

"Okay, I got it. Then you obediently go outside and wait outside. When I'm done, I'll make bamboo shoots and fern wontons for you."

When the little monk heard this, he broke into a smile and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes. I love wontons the most! Donor Chi is the best!"

Just for a moment, the little monk who had been going back and forth appeared at the door again.

He carried two big sacks on his back and held a small wooden box in his hand.

"Master Chi, here are the chestnuts and persimmons that Zhengyuan and Zhengshou asked me to bring to you, and a bag of rice grown by themselves in the temple. They said that they thank you very much for your care in those days."

"Also, and, these are the talismans I have drawn these days, and I will give them to you." The little monk scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and put all the things on the table, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Chi Ming smiled and shook his head. In fact, he helped them with little effort, and he didn't think about getting anything from them.

What surprised him was that the little monk, who had always been digging and searching, actually put a gold ingot in the small wooden box.

Just after the beginning of spring, I didn't expect to pick fresh bracken on the way back. Although the amount is very small, it is better than freshness.

Bamboo shoots and bracken are both cold and cool things, especially bracken, which can reduce liver fire but hurt yang. It is not suitable to eat too much. It needs to be stir-fried in a pot on high heat to reduce its cold attribute.

As early as in the "Book of Songs", there are a lot of records about eating bamboo shoots and ferns.

Lin Hong wrapped wontons with bamboo shoots and ferns, and Lao Tao Lu You mixed them with cold dishes. There are two kinds of fresh and tender things, and they can achieve an extremely fresh taste with simple cooking.

Chi Ming washed the fine fluff on the bracken one by one, and then put it in boiling water for a few seconds, and when it changed color, immediately took it out and rinsed it in cold water.

The winter bamboo shoots are also cut into strips and blanch in boiling water.

"The bamboo shoots and ferns are chaotic, and they are fresh and tender. When spring starts, we have to go to the mountains to pick them as soon as possible. If we miss the time, the spring bamboo shoots will turn into bamboo, and the ferns will turn into firewood. Then it will be too late to regret."

While Chi Ming was speaking, he had already cut the bamboo shoots and fern into small cubes of the same size. When the pot was hot, he poured in the egg liquid, broke it up with chopsticks, and fried a plate of broken eggs.

Eggs are also fresh. Stir-fried with bamboo shoots and ferns, adding salt, cooking wine, and pepper, it is already delicious.

The fat cook hid behind the stove to light the fire at first, but when the aroma came out, he couldn't help standing up, this was the first time he had seen this bamboo shoot and fern wonton.

For him who lives by the sea, he eats fish wontons and shrimp wontons the most. He did not expect this seemingly ordinary game to have such a flavor.

If he wants to become a qualified good cook, it seems that he still has a long way to go in the future.

He secretly vowed that he must read and memorize more in the future, so that he can help Master in the future.

"Go get the little monk to eat." Chi Ming put the wontons one by one into the boiling hot water, and said to the fat cook.

"Hey, I'll go right away." The fat cook stuffed another handful of firewood into the stove, then got up and walked outside.

The little monk was lying on the table drawing a picture, when he heard someone knocking on the door, he hurriedly hid the half-drawn picture under a Buddhist scripture.

"Little monk, it's time to eat." The fat cook looked at the little monk in front of him curiously. He always felt that he seemed to have seen him somewhere, or more precisely, he had seen the enlarged version of the little monk.

But for a while, he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Hey, fat uncle, you have to be careful recently. I think your forehead is black, and I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster in the near future. Cough cough, how about it, for the sake of you being a friend of Chi's benefactor, I will sell you a piece of peace." Talismans are not expensive, one tael of silver each."

After the little monk stared at the fat cook for a few seconds, he spoke very pertinently and painfully.

One tael is really cheap, and he sold it to those rich and powerful families for one gold.When he becomes famous in the future, the price of this talisman will go up even more.

"Okay, thank you." The fat cook readily took out a tael of silver and handed it to the little monk.

"Huh?" On the contrary, the little monk was stunned, and it was the first time in his life that he met someone who believed in him so readily.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to look stupid, but you have sharp eyesight. For your straightforwardness, I will give you an extra peach blossom talisman."

The little monk was a little happy, and most of the happiness came from the fact that he finally didn't have to go hungry.

"Ah, no, no, thank you." Although he was called uncle by the young monk, he was actually only twenty and two when he said it seriously. He felt that it was good to be alone now.And now he just wants to learn skills from his master, as for other things, he has never thought about it.

The winter bamboo shoots are fresh and crisp, the bracken is smooth and tender, and the eggs are fragrant and soft. They complement each other, and the aromas are layered and intertwined.

The little monk felt that he was alive again.

What he ate was not wonton, but the taste of spring.

Although he couldn't see clearly the future of Master Chi, he secretly promised in his heart that he would protect the safety of Master Chi in the future no matter what.

For this reason, after dinner, he locked himself in his room again and began to draw symbols.

"Master, go and rest, leave it to me to clean up here." The fat cook pushed Chi Ming out of the kitchen without any explanation.

"Well. Then go to rest early after you're done." Chi Ming didn't shirk.

After driving for a few days, he was indeed tired.

Probably because he was really tired, Chi Ming started dreaming again.

This dream was different from the previous ones.

He saw a very handsome man in an apron cooking in the kitchen.

At first, he also looked at it casually, until he saw the man put two tablespoons full of sugar into the fried rabbit meat, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"The purpose of adding sugar to the braised rabbit meat is to enhance its freshness, but you can't add so much sugar all at once, otherwise it will cover up the original umami taste of the rabbit meat, leaving only sweet and greasy in your mouth."

Seeing the man standing still, Chi Ming thought he had heard it, but unexpectedly the man turned around and opened the cupboard, took out a jar of honey, and then scooped a large spoonful of honey into it in front of him.

Seeing the other party showing a happy and satisfied smile, Chi Ming shook his head helplessly.

Looking at the fried rabbit meat again, he chose to turn his head away.

Out of sight, out of mind.

It was the first time he saw someone fry good rabbit meat like this.

Such a dish looks like a novice at first glance.

Think back then, he did hundreds of times better than this when he first got started.

"What are you doing?" A familiar voice sounded from behind Chi Ming, startling him.

He straightened his back instinctively, then turned his head to look at the source of the voice.

Then he saw the boy in the apron running in front of the man holding the burnt black rabbit meat that smelled of burnt.

The tone was arrogant and coquettish: "My lord, look quickly, this is my newly developed braised rabbit meat, try it while it's hot."

Try it while it's hot?

That's it, aren't you afraid that the other party will kill him?

The man stood in the backlight, as if blocked by a ray of light, he only saw the faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and the fleeting helplessness.

Then he woke up.

Chi Ming opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the mosquito net above his head in a daze.

The person in the dream just now looks like Xuanshu, and he even has a little thought of stepping forward to spy.Especially when he saw the smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, he was still a little unspeakably unhappy.

Does that shit-like black thing taste as good as his cooking?

This kind of unhappiness of not admitting defeat made him a little bit hit all morning.

He simply dug out the arrow crossbow that he hadn't used for a long time from the wooden box, led a horse and went into the mountain.

Although he has been in Tongjun's mansion for so long, Chi Ming still doesn't know much about it, except for a trip to Zhaoyao Mountain, which is near Chijue Temple.

Tongjun Mansion is located in a basin surrounded by mountains, and there are no mountains in the center of the mansion. Instead, you can only see a few continuous mountains in the distance after leaving the city.

The hill to the west that Chi Ming chose.

According to his observation, the thatch is overgrown but not dense, and there is a water source nearby. The hares prefer to come and go in these weedy places.

Sure enough, along the way, Chi Ming found some excrement of wild rabbits.

The hare looks cunning, but it is easy to catch after mastering its habits.

They have a fatal habit, that is, they like to take a familiar route when they come and go, and Chi Ming grasped this point and made several traps along the way.

On the third day of the beginning of spring, everything grows crazily.

Coupled with the heavy rain last night, it is easy to find large pieces of ground vegetables on the wet cliffs.

Ground vegetable reduces fat and improves eyesight, clears heat and reduces fire, and is a wild vegetable with extremely high nutritional content.

Whether it is cold, stir-fried, or soup, it is delicious.

Chi Ming quickly picked a big basket.

The only downside to ground vegetables is that they are hard to clean.

Because it grows next to the wet ground, and it is very soft, it will break with a light poke, and it is easier to stick to the soil.

In fact, ground vegetable is also called ground fungus, but in this era, fungus is not popular. Except for Chinese New Year, people will buy some edible fungus. Most of the time, fungus exists as a kind of medicinal material, and the output is relatively small.

After Chi Ming picked up all the ground vegetables on the nearby rocks, he turned to look at the trap he had set up earlier.

Unexpectedly, he actually caught a plump rabbit.

It's just that when he found the third one along the trap set before, Chi Ming heard a faint cry for help.

Could it be that someone accidentally fell into the hunter's trap?

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Babies, in order to write today's big fat chapter, I feel like my head is going to be bald this day_(:зゝ∠)_