Rebirth as a Cooking God - Chapter 1057
When the man went to the empty building, Xia Yu finally heard the young monk with a clear eye, whispering something, and his words were faint.
“Dragon Noodle…”
“Barbecued pork, soft-boiled soft-boiled eggs, seasonal vegetables, fresh green onions.”
“Although it is said that the soul of a bowl of noodles lies in the soup base, but this kind of alkaline wheat fragrant dragon noodles is also the essence of the noodles, so amazing!”
Xia Yu’s brows were lightly wrinkled.
Dragon noodle?
He was a little stunned.
For the expert, the word “dragon noodle” is equivalent to ramen.
In the early 20th century, the term ramen did not exist. At that time, the people of the island countries called Chinese ramen “dragon noodles”. Until later, a large number of immigrants brought ramen culture to the island countries. In order to cater to the tastes of local people, overseas Chinese used soy sauce to Soup of chicken bones and pork bones is the birth of Japanese ramen.
Therefore, when hearing such old titles as “Dragon Noodle”, Xia Yu could not help showing a strange expression.
Heh, it’s not that he is vomiting. The generation of the island nation, who is pursuing a loose generation, is called Heisei Abandoned House. Therefore, from a “Heisei Dolphin” mouth, Xia Yu was shocked to hear this word that contains the culture of food and traces the origin of Japanese ramen.
The young monk stared at the ramen on the table, still thinking.
Analyze and praise.
Later, Xia Yu frowned straightly, how to turn it over and over, just these few words?
“Hello!” Xia Yu said, “It’s okay if you don’t go to the morning class? Be careful, Xia Ben Xia Shu spanked you.”
“Morning class?”
The young monk finally raised his head, some dull eyes blinked, and then lowered his head again, “The abbot said, I don’t have to take early lessons in the future until I solve the puzzle in my heart.”
“Oh?”
Xia Yu’s **** moved over and looked at the ramen on the table. “Is this a simple ramen that has anything to do with the puzzles in your heart? See you are quite tangled.”
The teenager asked, “Do you know ‘Wang Ji’?”
Xia Yu was choked.
“Don’t you know?” With a slight sigh, the teenager was on the table with his fingers dipped in tea and wrote two incomparably square Chinese characters.
“It’s this “Wang”.”
“Silence, silence.”
Looking at the young monk in a serious way, even revealing a pious and delicate face, Xia Yu had a subtle egg pain.
Word, he knew.
But together, uh, please forgive me for learning.
Completely unfamiliar, but with a weird attraction, as if there is a very important mystery of cooking hidden in the meaning of the word. Xia Yu’s inexplicable, gradually fascinated, when his thoughts came back from outside, the young monk was gone, an old face, smiling, appeared nearby.
“What are you thinking about?”
The owner of the Shilin Temple, the true abbot, sits on the tatami mats two or three steps away, like a cypress.
Xia Yu directly asked: “What is “Wang” and what is “Ji”? What is “Wang Ji”?”
The abbot was stunned. Obviously, Xia Yu had some questions about Zen, and he slightly smiled and answered with a smile: “If you only refer to Zen, this group of words is actually derived from the three seals of Theravada Buddhism. There are impermanences in all behaviors, there is no self in all methods, and Nirvana is still. If you take the text apart and read it alone, um, do you know the famous tea man in the Warring States Period, Qian Huoli? He created the’Wang Cha’, which has a profound impact on the tea ceremony.”
After speaking, pause for a while, the real abbot uttered three sets of words:
“Wang Silence, You Xuan, Wu Wei.”
“Understanding them, you have a deeper understanding of the island environment and things.”
Yizhen Abbot said with a smile: “You follow me.”
Xia Yu followed.
In the abbot garden of Shilin Temple, he stopped and stood with Yizhen abbot on the cloister of the yard. The courtyard in front was quite strange. At first glance, it was a flat horse.
Without a drop of water, the ground was covered with a uniform layer of white sand, a total of 15 stones, which were embedded in various parts of the yard.
This is probably a symbol of the pool and landscape.
Xia Yu looked at the ground because of the distribution of white sand, and produced an illusion of “white waves”.
“This is the dry landscape garden, and it is also the essence of ‘Wang Ji’.” Yizheng said.
Xia Yu suddenly froze, “I probably get it.”
“An aesthetic taste?”
“Well, plain, close to nature?”
The real abbot gave a thumbs up, “You really understand.”
He then sang:
“Wang people live
Eat Shancai
It’s quite comfortable
…”
This is a choral song, sang out by a true abbot, Xia Yu’s eyes gradually brightened, and suddenly he hammered his palm:
“It turns out that the little monk is telling me, “Wang Ji” also exists in the cooking.”
Isn’t it?
Since ‘Wang Ji’ represents a neon person, an aesthetic interest in dealing with things, then this kind of aesthetic is not only reflected in the tea ceremony, garden, etc., cuisine, food, but also included in it.
Xia Yuxing hurried away, went to the little monk, and told him the answer.
The real abbot watched him with a smile.
However, after searching the temple, Xia Yu still did not find the little monk.
The next day.
Xia Yu got up early to wash, and hurried in front of all the temple owners into the secluded cafeteria in the mountain.
I thought I had to wait for a while, who knew someone was earlier than myself.
The footsteps stopped at the threshold, Xia Yu looked around, and saw the young monk with a clear eye, staring in a daze before a case. However, unlike yesterday, it is too early today, there is dense fog in the mountains, and the light in the house is a little dim.
“Haha, I know. Yesterday you wanted to tell me the existence of “Wang Ji Ramen” and the righteousness of “Wang Ji”?” Xia Yu sat across from the monk.
“Yeah, Wah Lian Ramen, I haven’t eaten it in a long time.”
The young monk looked up and said, “Can you make a bowl for me?”
Some dumb eyes, when speaking, clearly show fluctuations.
“This one……”
Xia Yu was in trouble.
Hey, he can’t always say, we haven’t got a thorough understanding of ‘Wang Ji’, so we can’t make the so-called “Wang Ji Ramen”. Looking at the young monk’s pleading and earnest eyes, Xia Yu’s lips slightly opened, and he couldn’t say such a weak feeling as “I can’t do it.”
“I have a recipe.” The young monk said, regardless of Xia Yu, he dipped in tea and wrote on the desktop with his fingertips, all of which were traditional Chinese characters.
Noodles are ordinary noodles.
The soup base, made with chicken bones and chicken feet, is very common.
Even the side dishes are also well-known shadows of Japanese ramen, grilled pork, soft-boiled eggs…
Xia Yuhao took a light breath and felt like she was being fooled in an instant, looking forward to nothing. Ha, such an ordinary recipe, you tell me it is ‘Wang Lian Ramen’?
The young monk also said: “Actually, “Wang Ji” is not something that is difficult to understand. It is opposite to “Xiu Wai Huizhong”, in other words, “Wuwai Huizhong”.”
“External, it doesn’t matter.”
“The key is to point at the simplicity of the source ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Xia Yu hasn’t had time to chew the words, there is a palm suddenly stretched out and patted him on the shoulder.
“Get up so early today?” Aoki Zongtai’s words spread into his ears, Xia Yu’s tense body suddenly slackened, and he glanced back at him, “Are you scared to death.”
“Who are you talking to? I heard you chatting far away, so come over and see…”
“what?!”
In an instant, Xia Yuhan Mao stood upright, “I’m following…”
Opposite the table, the young monk was still there, with his head down, but behind Xia Yu, the strangeness on Aoki Zongtai’s face did not seem to be deliberately pretending to be a prank.
“…”
Goose bumps all over.
Scared.