The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Looking at Fang Zheng's red eyes, as if he wanted to catch them and throw them in the pot at any time, Duwolf called out immediately, "Master, I'm going out to patrol the mountains."

The monkey hurriedly said, "Master, I'll help take care of the temple."

When the squirrel saw that everyone was gone, he faced the Founder with red eyes alone. His little head was moving quickly, and he wanted to come up with a good reason to leave. As a result, he couldn't think of it any more, and finally cried: "Master, I want to **** ..."

Fang Zheng looked at these guys and smiled for a while. His appetite is just the instinctual desire activated by sauerkraut. This is an instinctive craving for things as a human and a creature. But the reason why people are human is because humans have the ability to control themselves. The reason why monks are monks is that they have more powerful self-control capabilities than ordinary people. If this is not possible, what kind of family is there?

But looking at this chubby little fat puddle, there was a smirk in Fangzheng's eyes, hehe said: "Jingkuan, **** is simple, pull it over there. After you finish, you come over, let ’s go to the kitchen Discuss how to cook. "

When the squirrel listened, his heart trembled and he cooked? Isn't this about me? Look at Fang Zhengdao, "Master, I will eat, I won't make it. And, you see, half of this winter is over, I've lost half of my meat, and all my bones are thin."

While talking, the squirrel tried to pinch his body while pinching his belly? It's all meat!

Pinch your arm? It's all meat!

Pinch? It's all meat!

Pinch around, it looks like it's all meat! Looking at the eyes of the bald eagle in front of him getting brighter and worse, the squirrel was really anxious! After a mess, I suddenly felt something hard, and almost conditionedly shouted, "Master, look, I'm all skinny!"

Fang Zheng looked at the pair of squirrels with big white eyes and was completely speechless ... but also because this little thing can be thought of. Quickly kicked his chubby **** and said, "Come on, you ..."

As soon as the squirrel heard the amnesty, he ran away.

Founder teased the squirrel for a while, put the sauerkraut on the stove, thought about it, and went out through the back door. Founder didn't go the right way. During the daytime, there were pilgrims on the mountain road. If he went out, he would either have a dream, or be asked by a question mark all the way. If he encounters a female hooligan, he may lose his butt.

He had been bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the rope ...

Find the lone wolf, let the lone wolf go down the mountain to greet others to turn some potato flour.

When the lone wolf heard this, it was to sit and eat! So I ran down the mountain, as fast as a blast ...

Fang Zheng looked at this guy's back, and said singularly: "The original wolves of the wind in the novel are all worms ..."

It didn't take long for the lone wolf to return. When the Founder saw it, he was frightened, and he didn't know who was so talented. For fear that the Founder was not enough to eat, he returned the wolves with a sack of potato flour.

Fortunately, the lone wolf is strong and tall, otherwise, the lone wolf's stupid method of breaking up the potato flour has long been broken.

Looking at only a few pieces of crushed potato flour inside, Fang Zheng was relieved.

Wash a large handful of potato flour, long or short, and put it in a large basin and soak it with rootless water.

Then the Founder walked out.

The lone wolf watched as Founder wasn't ready to eat, but soaked the potato flour, puzzled, and caught up and asked, "Master? Don't you do it?"

"I won't make it for a while," Fang Zheng said as he walked out. "This potato flour is very tough. It won't be cooked for a while."

"Well, just use another powder? Why bother using it if it's so troublesome." Dulang asked.

Founder smiled: "It is because it is resistant to boiling, so it is very tough after cooking, it is not easy to break, the entrance is slippery, extremely soft, and the taste is excellent."

"So ... Master, what does the noodles taste like? Tart? Sweet?" The lone wolf was even more curious, and the corners of his mouth began to slobber. Obviously, this guy was choking.

Founder laughed: "This noodle has no taste. He tastes very light, just like it doesn't."

"What's so delicious ..." Dulang shook his head in disappointment and shook his tail.

At this time, the monkey asked him to help, and the lone wolf did not ask, and immediately ran away.

Founder saw this, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

The potato flour was soaked for more than an hour, and the Founder squeezed it. The white vermicelli was a little soft, and it felt smooth and comfortable.

Fang Zheng just started cooking and cooking. The disciples were busy. Since it was not convenient for him to be a master, he would simply do the logistics behind him.

After cooking the rice, brush the pot, add the oil to boil, add a bit of seasoning to stir up the flavor, Founder pours the sauerkraut into hot oil, only to hear the sound of Zizi, and Founder stirs up quickly Sauerkraut, soon, the sauerkraut becomes more golden and more beautiful when it is stained with oil! It even started to reflect!

The aroma of sauerkraut is completely inspired by the spices. The hot oil is fried and the aroma overflows!

However, as soon as the northeast wind blew, basically the fragrance was blown out as soon as it went out of the door, but it didn't float far away.

When the sauerkraut is almost gone, Founder pours the soft noodles into the noodles, stirs them, and finally stirs up a little water.

...

At the same time, the front yard of the monastery.

"Brother, what did Master do in the backyard? What did you just get back from?" The squirrel jumped over the head of the lone wolf and asked curiously.

The lone wolf shook his head and said, "Master said it was potato flour, it was a kind of noodle. I guess I'll do this at night ..."

"Um, what is potato flour? Is it delicious?" The salted fish was curious, and came over to ask.

The red baby on the side listened with his ears up ...

Dulanglang said, "Master said, there is no taste, it is silky, it is probably not delicious."

"It's not delicious ... that's good ..." The salted fish muttered, and left with satisfaction.

The red baby was relieved.

These two guys are destined to have dinner. I heard that the finished food is not delicious, and I have a rare sense of comfort in my heart. Meizi left and went to work.

Night fell, and after the sound of bells and drums, Yizhi Temple began to close the gate, and pilgrims dispersed.

The salty fish and the red baby were sitting at the gate, watching the moon rising, the stars flickering, and didn't know what to do there.

"It looks like the food in the backyard is really different ... I didn't hear anything."

The red baby nodded, and grunted his stomach, saying, "Should it be sloppy ... Didn't the master say, the noodles have no taste and are not delicious."

"Yes, yes ... hmm? Did you smell anything?" The salted fish asked suddenly.