Chapter 17 Guests
The noodles were chewy and the bamboo shoots didn’t taste bitter at all. Instead, they were crispy, tender and delicious. The addition of not too many mushrooms added a richer flavor.
This bowl of noodles made Bai Mengmeng feel comfortable all over.
The fat monk chuckled and asked with narrowed eyes, "Donor, how do you like the taste?"
Bai Mengmeng's face was full of satisfaction, and there was also a bit of contentment on her face: "From the soup to the noodles, it's impeccable."
It is true that there are always people better than you and there are always mountains higher than you. You cannot underestimate anyone in the world. Although she is talented, her skills are accumulated over time and skills cannot be acquired through practice.
This temple doesn't look very big, but the monk's skill in making vegetarian noodles is even better than hers.
Although she is good at cooking vegetables, other categories, such as meat and pastries, still require a long time to learn.
Talent alone is not enough to become a top chef. Learning never ends, and she has to keep working hard.
After hesitating for a second, Bai Mengmeng said, "If there's anything lacking, it's the snow vegetable. It's a little bitter and not pickled well enough."
A volunteer nearby was immediately dissatisfied: "Little girl, the master chef has been making vegetarian noodles for decades, and everyone thinks they are delicious. Many people from the Great Zhou Dynasty come to him to learn."
Bai Mengmeng knew that what she said would lead to such consequences, and she felt a little headache for a moment.
However, the big monk didn't care. Instead, he smiled and said, "You are right. It is indeed so. I don't know what went wrong when pickling the snow vegetables. It is indeed a bit bitter."
Bai Mengmeng felt that this might have nothing to do with the master chef's craftsmanship, but might be due to the weather this year. The summer was hot and the winter was so cold. The climate changed too quickly, so that something went wrong during the fermentation process.
However, she had never pickled snow vegetables before, so she could only guess. It was not a good time to speak directly at this time. She would wait until she tried to pickle snow vegetables herself one day, and then she would come and communicate with the monk.
After finishing the noodles, Bai Mengmeng didn’t stay long and returned the same way she came.
However, she was carrying a sack and didn't pay much attention to the road, so she accidentally turned a corner and walked into another wing.
The environment here is very quiet. There are some roses planted in the yard. The buds have not yet bloomed, but there is already a faint fragrance.
And under the corridor's railing, a young man was standing there, admiring the scenery.
He didn't seem to be a monk because he didn't have a shaved head and didn't wear a monk's robe. Instead, he was dressed in white.
Perhaps he heard footsteps, the man turned around, and Bai Mengmeng looked at him and was immediately stunned.
This person has outstanding appearance, beautiful eyes and eyebrows, but his face is a little pale and he seems to be lacking in energy and blood.
Bai Mengmeng felt emotional in her heart, this Phoenix Temple was really extraordinary. She had worked hard in the big city for many years and had not met many handsome guys. On the contrary, she had only been here for a short time, but the people she met were more handsome than each other.
He just looks a little weak and pale.
Bai Mengmeng was still hesitating whether to go forward and ask the handsome guy how to get out, but the man suddenly spoke.
"Just stand there."
"What……?"
"You're not clean."
As he spoke, the man looked at her twice, then bent over and began to retch.
Bai Mengmeng was speechless for a moment.
She did go to the fields to work in the morning, so it was normal for her to have some mud on her body, but it wasn't to the point of being so big that she would vomit!
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Inside the cafeteria, Zheng Yuan frowned.
During this period, a distinguished guest came to the Phoenix Temple. He did not look like a hermit, but instead brought an assistant to take care of him personally. He seemed to be of great importance.
The host also reminded him many times that this person was not in good health, so he had to cook for himself in a private kitchen and ensure nutrition.
But this person was too picky. He only ate a bowl of vegetarian noodles on the first day, and he never touched any other vegetarian meals after that.
Because food is hard to come by, the temple has rules that prohibit waste. The vegetarian meals were all eaten by this person's assistant, and only one portion of food was delivered each time, and no more was asked for.
It was obviously eaten by the assistant. The mysterious guest was not satisfied with the food he cooked.
I have been a chef for so many years and almost everyone likes the vegetarian meals I make. But I encountered something like this, which is really depressing.
I had deliberately adjusted the soup base, but I didn't expect that there was a problem with the snow vegetables. For some reason, it became a bit bitter. If I just send it over like this, I'm afraid that the other party still won't be satisfied.
I took a deep breath, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided not to make noodles. Anyway, the girl gave me a bag of fruits and vegetables, which looked very fresh, so I took a few eggplants and planned to add some light soy sauce and a little salt and steam them directly.
After all, the customer doesn't like greasy food, so if I stir-fry the food directly, I'm afraid he will be dissatisfied.
Then I took two more tomatoes and planned to make a cold dish. Now that the weather is getting hotter, cold-mixed tomatoes are very appetizing.
Cut the tomato open, and you will find it full of juice, with a sweet and sour aroma.
Zheng Yuan swallowed his saliva. These tomatoes are so good. I don’t know how they were grown.
Cut the tomatoes into thin slices and put them in the refrigerator. Sprinkle sugar on them after they cool down. They will taste better at that time.
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Yun Tingyi felt a little chest tightness and was taking a walk when he saw Xiao Li coming over with food.
He didn't even bother to look at it, and just shook his head: "I can't eat it, you eat it."
Assistant Xiao Li said sternly, "Boss, you have no color on your face. You must eat something, otherwise I'll have to take you for an IV."
Yun Tingyi shook his head slightly: "That's alarmist."
He was born with a congenital defect and has been sick since he was born. Every time he gets excited, his chest hurts. But the problem is that no matter how many famous doctors he has seen, they can't figure out what's wrong.
And ever since he was able to eat, he no longer likes meat because he feels that meat has a bloody smell. Gradually, he would want to vomit after eating any meat.
In order to cure this disease, my father has worked hard for many years, looking for doctors and medicine everywhere, and visiting experts.
A few days ago, I met an old monk who told me that it would be better for me to go to the temple to practice meditation every once in a while. My father heard that the vegetarian food at Fenghuang Temple was very good, so he sent him here.
It's just that he is very particular about what he eats, so he has a very picky taste. If the ingredients are not good, he will find it difficult to eat.
Although the vegetarian food in this temple tastes good, the ingredients are too ordinary and they don’t always feel very fresh. Even the vegetarian noodles, although I can eat half a bowl every time, I feel a little sick of it after eating them for a long time.
However, today's dish looked good. At Xiao Li's pleading, he still picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, put it into his mouth with an indifferent look on his face, and savored it slowly.
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