Chapter 471 Cooking Skills
The kitchen in Jinchan Temple is very big.
When Daoyuan led Fu Qingzhou and Yuan Zhen into it, the kitchen was in full swing.
Beside the long stove, a group of monks with big shoulders and round waists were holding large spoons. The fire was soaring and smoke was rising. The heat rising from the pot intertwined with the sunlight shining through the window to form a hazy cloud of smoke.
Those rhythmic sonorous sounds are like the sound of wooden fish in the temple, crisp and rhythmic.
It's almost lunch time at Jinchan Temple, and they are preparing lunch for all the monks in the temple.
The big table in the center of the kitchen is filled with tofu, mushrooms, bamboo shoots and other vegetarian food. Of course, the most important thing is rice, countless barrels of rice.
No matter how fragrant the smell of vegetables is in the house, it can't cover up the smell of the steaming hot rice just out of the pot.
"Come in."
Daoyuan turned to smile at the two of them: "There are not so many rules, just pick a stove and do it yourself, and you can choose the ingredients as you like."
After that, he walked to the table, grabbed a few green vegetables, some tofu and other ingredients, then walked over to an empty stove, and was about to start cooking.
Fu Qingzhou looked at the ingredients on the table, frowned, and followed Dao Yuan over without rushing to do anything.
Daoyuan ignored him, put the dishes on the chopping board and picked up the kitchen knife.
Daoyuan skillfully took simple ingredients such as vegetables and tofu to the chopping board. His techniques were smooth and powerful, and his fingers flexibly controlled the blade. He cut the vegetables into evenly sized segments and cut the tofu into pieces. into regular squares.
Soon, the cut ingredients were neatly placed on the plate.
While putting down the kitchen knife, a monk who was helping to drum up the fire was already blowing on the stove fire, making the fire brighter. The blue flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the pot gradually became hot.
Daoyuan steadily picked up the oil pot and gently poured in an appropriate amount of oil. The temperature of the oil gradually rose, and the smell of oily smoke dissipated.
When the oil temperature was moderate, Daoyuan put the chopped green vegetables into the pot. As the green vegetables came into contact with the hot oil, a cheerful sizzling sound immediately sounded in the pot. He quickly turned it over with a spatula. While frying the vegetables, every vegetable leaf fluttered lightly under his control, like a green butterfly dancing in the air.
Then, Daoyuan gently put the tofu cubes into the pot. The white tofu and green vegetables were intertwined in the pot to form a beautiful picture.
Throughout the whole process, his technique has always remained simple and unpretentious, without any lag or unnecessary movements. Everything is natural.
"As expected of a person who has been cooking all his life."
Fu Qingzhou sighed lightly.
Needless to say whether it tastes good or not, with this technique alone, no imperial chef, special chef, magic chef Xiao Fugui, Chinese young master... can't be Daoyuan's opponent.
If Yuan Guan’s chess playing was a “shortcut” approach before, then this far-reaching approach to cooking clearly has a Taoist charm.
Just standing here and watching, Fu Qingzhou's soul, which had been severely injured while playing chess before, actually felt satisfied and happy!
"Donor Fu."
At this time, Yuan Zhen said softly from the side: "Uncle Master, I'm afraid he will be preparing the dishes soon... You can't be too slow."
"I know." Fu Qingzhou nodded slightly.
He took his eyes out of Daoyuan's pot and slowly walked to the table where the ingredients were placed.
“What do you want to cook?”
Smoker asked in his mind.
Fu Qingzhou smiled helplessly and shook his head: "No matter what food I cook, it will never be better than Daoyuan's food."
"You are right about that." Smoker said. He yawned: "Then let's think about the off-the-table move?"
"The off-the-order move..."
Fu Qingzhou's eyes moved slightly.
Compared with cooking skills, what other tricks can you use?
......
Soon, Daoyuan lifted the pot with a smile and tilted it over. The vegetables and tofu in the pot slid into the plate at will.
The simplest and most unpretentious dish of stir-fried tofu with vegetables is ready.
Fu Qingzhou came over from nowhere and looked at the dish, his eyes brightening.
Daoyuan saw him and said, "Donor, don't you want to cook?" "It's cooking in the pot." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile.
"I see... Let's try the old monk's dish first."
Daoyuan smiled and passed the plate forward. .
Fu Qingzhou was a little surprised: "Should I eat it?"
With that said, he pointed at Yuan Zhen: "Don't let him be a judge?"
"This kid probably grew up eating the food of the old monk in the temple. His judgment, You can’t make it accurately.” Daoyuan said leisurely: “If a dish is delicious, it is delicious, and if it is not delicious, it is not delicious. Of course, the person who makes it knows best.”
Fu Qingzhou. He laughed and said, "Master, you are very open-minded... OK, I'll eat."
While speaking, Yuan Zhen handed over a pair of chopsticks very quickly.
Fu Qingzhou took the chopsticks and looked at the plate of dishes in front of him carefully.
This dish is not fancy, there is no bright color combination, and there is no exquisite presentation. It even looks a bit casual.
The green vegetables retain their bright green color. Although they have faded slightly during the cooking process, they still appear to be full of vitality.
The tofu is white and flawless, and is slightly stained with oil after cooking, making it even more attractive.
This dish does not have luxurious ingredients and complicated cooking techniques, but it exudes a unique charm, a taste of "home" and a feeling of peace of mind... It It may not be the most delicious dish, but it touches the softest part of the heart.
Just looking at it made Fu Qingzhou hungry.
He gently picked up a piece of green vegetables with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.
The taste of green vegetables is fresh and refreshing, with a hint of natural sweetness. The fresh taste is like a mountain spring, washing his tired soul.
Even, his slightly anxious heart gradually calmed down.
“It’s not delicious, but...it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten.”
Fu Qingzhou smiled and picked up another piece of tofu.
The tofu is white, tender and delicate, and melts in your mouth without chewing, leaving a soft and mellow texture.
This dish seemed to have a magical power, making him temporarily forget the disputes and life-and-death struggles in the world, and the life-and-death grudges with Jin Chan Temple.
At least before swallowing the vegetables and tofu in his mouth, Fu Qingzhou had only one feeling.
That is touching.
He understood why no one in the world could find fault with Daoyuan's dishes.
For diners, the comfort it brings is far beyond the taste level.
"Donor Fu, how are you?" Daoyuan asked with a smile.
Fu Qingzhou put down his chopsticks and exhaled softly: "I am very touched and calm...Thank you, master. I never thought that I could eat such a dish."
"Amitabha, The donor is polite."
Daoyuan put his hands together and bowed slightly: "So, the donor's food is ready?"
Fu Qingzhou turned around and glanced at the stove not far away.
There was a pot there, with smoke rising from the edge. A cook who had just been dragged in to help was squatting beside the stove, fanning the fire.
He stepped forward and opened the lid of the pot, and a large burst of heat and water vapor hit his face.
“Oh, I’m afraid it will have to cook for a while.”
Fu Qingzhou smiled.
Daoyuan and Yuanzhen also followed him, standing behind him and looking into the pot as well.
The next second, the two monks, the old and the young, blurted out in surprise at the same time: "Porridge?"
(End of this chapter)