Everyone was stunned. Aunt Jing looked at Su Nuannuan and asked, "What does grandma want these things for?"
Su Nuannuan smiled and said, "This was originally for the kitchen fire. Pushan Temple is really full of hidden talents. Even the kitchen firefighters practice iron sand palm. Now we can use it." After that, she said to the monks, "Masters, please place this jujube thorn on the wall. Don't worry about it being seen by bad guys. We want them to see it."
"Madam, what do you mean?" The leading monk was also confused, but Su Nuannuan smiled slightly: "It's a trick to confuse the enemy. When those bandits see that we have sealed off the top of the wall, it's obvious that we are trying to cut off their retreat. They will have to hesitate for a while."
"So that's how it is. Madam's methods are really endless." Several monks also laughed. Although they were martial monks, they were also Buddhist monks. They emphasized compassion. If they could scare these bad guys away, that would certainly be better than a bloody fight with swords and guns.
Watching the monks dragging Zaojizi away, Aunt Jing, Qiu Ling and others looked at Su Nuannuan with admiration. Qiu Ling smiled and said, "I have always known that Grandma is powerful, but I didn't expect you to be this powerful. Your current demeanor can be regarded as a master plan and victory... er! Five miles away."
Su Nuannuan laughed and shook her head, saying, "Sis, if you don't know how to flatter me, don't force yourself to do it."
Qiu Ling blushed, but she knew Su Nuannuan's personality, so she stiffened her neck and said, "How can it be flattery? It's just that the words I used were not appropriate at the moment. If you don't believe me, ask these people, who doesn't regard you as a heroine now? There's no need to mention these tricks of confusing the enemy. Just look at your fearlessness in the face of danger. How many women in the mansion can do that?"
"If you praise me again, I'll float to the sky." Su Nuannuan shook her head and laughed. At this time, the sun had already set and the light in the hall began to dim. Aunt Jing couldn't help but lean towards Su Nuannuan. When she heard her ask what was wrong, she lowered her head and whispered, "There are four great kings in this hall, and the light is dim. I... was a little scared for a moment."
Su Nuannuan understood that the four great kings all had ferocious faces, not to mention Aunt Jing. Even if she saw them, she would be frightened.
As soon as she thought of this, she suddenly had an idea, so she hurried to the abbot and whispered a few words. The abbot looked at her in surprise, then nodded and smiled, indicating that he agreed. Su Nuannuan turned around happily and clapped her hands, saying, "Okay. It's getting dark, let's get ready for dinner."
With a "puff" sound, countless people spit out their saliva. The servants who just worshipped their grandma to no end, now held their foreheads and whispered to themselves: I know that you are a foodie, but... but what time is it now? Can we stop thinking about food all the time? You see, the abbot is completely stunned. The monks are also all speechless. Monks are not surprised by praise or criticism, but you scared them like this. This... this is really embarrassing. Is the reputation of the Anping Marquis's family of foodies going to spread throughout the capital? Well! In fact, it has already spread. As early as when the old lady celebrated her birthday.
Thinking of this, the servants felt relieved, but they still looked disapproving at their grandmother's behavior of thinking about food at this time. But Su Nuannuan raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly: "What are you all thinking? Do you think your grandmother is so greedy? For a little food, she would not even give up her life? How stupid! If we don't have some food smell here, how can we make the bad guys outside more suspicious? When the time comes, they dare not come in rashly and suffer from cold and hunger outside, while we are well fed and warm here, hehe! Just thinking about it makes me happy."
"So that's how it is. Even eating is used as a trick by grandma." Aunt Jing took over the conversation with a smile, trying to flatter Su Nuannuan: "What is grandma going to eat? This is not a kitchen. There is nothing ready-made except water, including pots, pans, and bowls. Do we have to go to the kitchen to get them now?"
"No need, today I'll let you taste a local dish, stone pancakes." Su Nuannuan said with a smile. This was a way of eating it outdoors that she had seen in Bi Shumin's novels in her previous life. She was deeply attracted to it at that time, and later she made it several times in a frying pan and liked it very much, but she didn't expect to be able to realize its real way of eating after traveling to this fictional era.
The bonfire was burning, adding some warmth to the cold hall. Four flat white stones that were originally placed in the hall were placed on the bonfire. Everyone looked at them curiously. Soon someone came back from the kitchen with flour and oil, a few rolling pins, a clean brush and a spoon. The two little monks still couldn't believe it and kept asking, "Is that all? Don't we need to get anything else? We are fast, so we can run back and get more."
"No need. If you need anything else, just tell me. Why would I let the young master run errands twice?" Su Nuannuan smiled, rolled up her sleeves and started to add water and knead the dough. However, everyone looked at her and felt that something was wrong: This water... is it too much? How can this be called kneading dough? The dough was completely watery.
Su Nuannuan was busy sweating while preparing food for dozens of people, but she thought it was not going to work out, so she decided to give some of the work to the maids. In a short while, several large buckets were filled with mushy noodles. Everyone was busy stirring it with rolling pins, and finally they looked at each other in bewilderment as they looked at the large buckets of mushy noodles, not knowing how to eat it.
“It’s actually quite simple.”
Su Nuannuan smiled and brushed some oil on the hot stone slab with a brush, then scooped out a spoonful of flour and poured it on the slab. With a "sizzle" sound, the aroma of oil and flour immediately spread out. She kept moving, and in a blink of an eye, a large stone slab was covered with several spoonfuls of flour. The flour was not thick, and when spread out on the stone slab, it was just the right shape of a round cake. Because it was thin and the stone slab was very hot, the cakes were cooked in almost the blink of an eye. You could even see the crispness on the cakes without turning them over. In an instant, the huge back hall was filled with fragrance, which made people salivate.
The maids and servants were drooling, but no one dared to rush forward to grab the food. It was not because they were afraid that the grandmother would be unhappy. Everyone knew her temper very well, and she would not be angry. But weren't there a lot of monks watching? They couldn't ruin the reputation of the Anping Marquis's mansion. Even though the reputation of the Anping Marquis's mansion as a foodie had spread throughout the capital, they, the servants, couldn't make things worse, right?
"Amitabha, Madam, you really have a good idea and a good method. This way of eating is simple and convenient, and it is delicious and filling. I have learned this from you."
The abbot put his hands together and smiled. Su Nuannuan lifted up a piece of cake and handed it to him, also smiling and saying, "Master, try it. If you don't eat it, no one else will eat it." After saying that, she also lifted up a piece, took a bite and nodded, "Not bad, very crispy. Okay, everyone wait a little longer, and everyone will be able to eat soon. Sister Jing, find a few people to help. I don't need to teach you this method step by step, right?"
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