Nongmen splendid, the master craftsman is three and a half years old

Chapter 121 Dark Cuisine
"Is there any help?" Manman looked hopefully at Suxin, who was sitting with the best cooking skills, "Don't we have a stove and a pan!"

Cai Jia was reminded, "Yes, you can add some ingredients and remake it!"

"Cough cough! Cough cough!" Yu Changsi was swallowing it with his life, looking at the half-eaten steamed buns, he felt that he had lost tens of thousands of green baht, "Man Baoer, why didn't you say earlier, your father I almost have a psychological shadow on steamed buns in my next life!"

Jiang Ziyu looked at the steamed bun with a small bite, and heaved a sigh of relief, "I remember the stove is in our carriage, I'll go get it."

Su Xin also got up actively, "I'll go find the seasoning."

"And my instant noodles, add an egg!" Manman turned over and jumped off the long bench, and ran to Monk Zhuang standing at the door, "Uncle Monk, can we eat eggs here?"

"Why do you come to the kitchen when you have eggs?" Jie Kong inspected Jiang Ziyu with a fierce look on his face, and only let him go when he found that there was no food with him.

Manman wrinkled her little nose, "We misjudged your temple's cooking skills, so we can only process it ourselves."

"It's good to have something to eat, why don't you dislike it!"

but two quarters

Unable to stop eating, he stretched his neck and wriggled his nose, "Hmph, what, it smells so good~"

The few people looked at Jie Kong who was drooling over, and the slap in the face was so fast.

In the kitchen of Qigong Temple, when I was still making a decision about "eat it alive, or die if you don't eat it", I was suddenly attracted by a spicy and sour smell, and I couldn't smell other smells at all.

Man Man held the chopsticks in her small hands and stirred the steaming noodles in the bowl. The crispy and hard noodles had been completely melted into the soup and became soft. Although the noodles were soft, they were firm and elastic. She nodded appreciatively at the noodles in the bowl. He picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup first, "Huh~"

"fragrant!"

Hold the chopsticks with your little hands, pick up the elastic noodles and stuff them into your mouth, "Huff~"

"Gudu~"

"Guru~"

Manman heard the pleasant sound of swallowing hunger, and quickly bit off the noodles, and looked up, okay!The fiery eyes all around looked at me like hungry wolves, with a small face smirking, "I'm too hungry, I can't hold back," stretching out his hand to make a downward movement, "I'll keep my voice down, keep my voice down."

"Whoosh hooh~"

"Googling."

Manman listened to the voice that still didn't stop, looked sideways, and found that it was Sister Jia, who had gotten carried away with eating, and touched her with her elbow under the table.

"What's wrong?"

"Excuse me!" Cai Jia looked up and found that no matter whether they were sitting or standing, they were all looking at their own table in the same order, and turned their heads cautiously to Suxin and the others and whispered: "I remember that Qigong Temple is not a black temple, right?"

"It's not true, but if you are so greedy for others, it is very likely that you will become a black temple that steals your face and kills you."

Jiang Ziyu looked at her noodles that were about to soften, and her body was full of resentment for not being able to eat delicious food.

Manman looked angrily at the person who stretched his neck and said, "What are you looking at us for?" She didn't forget to hold the bowl and hide in front of her.

"Little girl, what are you eating? I'm so hungry~"

"Elder monk, haven't you already used the evening meal?" Manman looked at the eminent monk who had a fierce face just now, and now squatted aside like a docile bear, drooling.

"That stuff that dogs don't even eat, how can you call it rice? It's all for filling your stomach!" Jiekong stared at Manman's noodle bowl, "Little girl, this noodle smells so good."

"That's mine too!"

Manman saw the two-sided golden steamed bun slices fried next to him, so he changed a piece of chopsticks and handed it to Jie Kong, "You are so old, why are you still keeping your mouth shut~"

When Jiekong was still unrefined, he was a fool. He couldn’t walk when he saw delicious food. When the elder was traveling, he was deceived by a bowl of five-color soup. Throw it in your mouth.

"Brother, take the liberty to bother me. My son has a weak spleen and stomach. It's all my fault that I didn't inquire about the temple's dining room in advance. Now..."

Momu looked at the monks around him from the corner of his eye, and was embarrassed to speak frankly to Liang Quan and others.

It's just that this look that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, everyone sitting here can understand, "I wonder if I can ask some of you for some food, and I would like to offer a thank you gift."

Yu Changsi raised his head to look at Liang Quan, and the two looked at the humble man who bowed his head and looked at each other. They saw that this man was wearing a fine cotton robe with thick calluses on his hands. The unconcealable muscle twitching is a master of outsiders!
"I see that your son is thin and weak, not suitable for our food."

Cai Jia looked directly at Mo Mu, showing no humility at all.

Manman tilted her head and looked at the young Pianpian who was sitting quietly not far away, touched her chin and smiled kindly, "Is your son engaged?" He waved to Mo Fei, "Come and sit together."

Murphy pointed to himself uncertainly.

Manman nodded, "It's you, don't you want to exchange food?"

Cai Jia kicked Manman lightly, "He pretended to be ill to cheat!"

"Oh, meeting is fate, so don't worry about a little harmless lie~" Seeing the other party approaching, Man Man got up and ran to squeeze with Zi Yu, "The chin is pointing at the position I just had, you sit."

Although the benches and tables in this dining room are made of rough long boards, it is still a bit crowded for four people to sit in a row. Fortunately, Yu Changsi and Liang Quan get up from time to time to help Suxin.

"Sit down, uncle." Man Man greeted Mo Mu beside him familiarly.

Mo Mu looked at his son and nodded, and sat humbly on the other side of Jiang Ziyu.

Manman picked out Jiang Ziyu's noodles and handed them to the two, and gave Jiang Ziyu half of his own. Looking at Mo Fei, "How old are you?"

Mo Fei took the noodle bowl with both hands, "Thank you, Fourteen."

"Oh, I'm one year younger," gossipingly elbowed Ziyu who was serious about eating noodles, "What do you think?"

Others don't know what Manman means, but Jiang Ziyu knows what's going on when she sees Manman's witty and weird expression, and looks up at Cai Jia who is angry, "Barely."

"Sister Jia, what do you think?"

Cai Jia turned her head and looked at Mo Fei, who was silent and eating noodles in a gentle manner, "It's not good, I can see that my hands are weak, and I can't hold a fart for a long time."

"puff!"

"Ahem!" Mo Fei couldn't understand why he spoke so rudely while looking at such a delicate and beautiful girl.

After observing without leaving any traces, her complexion was rosy and her breathing was strong, and her body was filled with a scent of medicine. It seemed that she was either a drug girl or a doctor.

But this girl has white skin and thin fingers, and although she doesn't wear gold hairpins and satin, she can tell from the bracelets on her hands that she looks good, so she can only be a doctor, and her medical skills should not be low.

"My elder sister Jia is joking," Manman looked at the two masters and servants who were choking with flushed faces, "Are you two Yanshi?"

When Mo Mu heard that his shoulders were straightened, he could clearly see the intention of guarding, "Why did the little girl say that?"

(End of this chapter)