Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1070 I hit you
There was a gleam of light in Jun Qinghong's eyes, and he said without saying a word: "Let's go now!"

There are still three days before the election of the king's husband, Feng Qian decided to take this opportunity to go out to get some fresh air while looking for Longjing tea, accompanied by Sikong Shengjie and Mu Qingxiao, Hua Mengying stayed behind, and went to the palace to see Queen Yunshu , hoping to prolong her life.

A group of four people took a low-key carriage and left Linglong City. The place Jun Qinghong mentioned was on the outskirts of Linglong City, but there was still a certain distance, and it was in a forest.At night, they slept outside the mountains and forests, thinking that they would wait until dawn before entering the mountains.

"Little Feng'er, come and play a game of chess." Sikong Shengjie suggested.

Feng Qian felt a little guilty: "You clearly know that my chess skills are not as good as yours. It was a fluke that I won your game back then, why don't you stop playing?"

Sikong Shengjie was already sitting on the ground covered with a white cloth. He set up the chessboard and said, "I know! I asked you to play chess. I didn't want to decide the winner, but just wanted to see my own Where is the limit, I can beat you by a few eyes at most!"

Suddenly there was a pot in Feng Qian's hand, and she held it up high: "I'll hit you!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

At this time, a few people came from not far away. In the night, a few people wearing monk robes could be seen vaguely. It was a long journey.

"Several benefactors, the little monk and the master and uncles have been on the road for seven days in a row. The money on the body has been exhausted. Today, I haven't eaten all day. Can the benefactors make it convenient for the little monk to make some connections? The master and uncle are old and need Some food..." the youngest monk said shyly.

Feng Qian glanced at a few senior monks, seeing their benevolent brows and kind eyes, as well as their shameful and uneasy expressions, she knew that they were really in trouble.

"The masters are all vegetarians, right? Let me cook some vegetarian dishes for you!"

As he said that, Feng Qian directly set up a pot to live, and began to make crystal seasonal vegetable rolls, dragon beard noodles, and fried rice with eggs.

The monks were overwhelmed by the flattery. They only wanted to beg for food to satisfy their hunger, but they didn't expect the other party to cook for them on the spot, and at the same time, they recited the Buddha's name, Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless!

Then one by one watched Feng Qian cook, the look was wonderful, suddenly surprised, sometimes even more surprised, and sometimes showed a look of enjoyment, but soon regretted himself, thinking about food and sex, not greedy !

This is the first time Fengqian cooks these dishes by herself without the support of the system. She was worried that she could not do it well at first, but slowly, she found that she underestimated her ability. If you put your heart into it, you can do it well.

After a row of delicious meals were ready, Feng Qian generously invited a few monks to eat. The monks were very embarrassed, and only wanted a plate of longxu noodles and a plate of crystal seasonal vegetable rolls. They did not ask for fried rice with eggs, because they thought Eggs are meaty things, and they are Buddhist disciples, so they cannot eat them.

Feng Qian didn't force it, but after they finished eating a plate of dragon's beard noodles and a plate of crystal vegetable rolls, their eyes drifted unconsciously to the remaining plates of dragon's beard noodles and crystal vegetable rolls, salivating.

Feng smiled slightly, and gave them the remaining dragon beard noodles and crystal seasonal vegetable rolls. She was very satisfied watching them finish the plate, and a thought suddenly flashed in her heart, the meaning of cooking , isn’t it just to fill the stomachs of people who eat vegetables, and besides filling their stomachs, can they still have a sense of joyful happiness?And seeing them eating so happily and happily, she also felt a sense of satisfaction and happiness in her heart, which may be the true meaning of a chef.

Perhaps it was an instant epiphany that gave her a deeper understanding of cooking. She suddenly felt that something was different about herself, but she couldn't tell the specifics.

After they finished eating, Feng Qian asked curiously, "Which monastery are the masters from, and where are they going?"

The oldest monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, thank you for your alms! This old monk and several disciples are all monks from Fuqing Temple. My old monk is Zhitong, the abbot of Fuqing Temple..."

"Fuqing Temple?" Jun Qinghong interjected, "That is a thousand-year-old temple with strong incense. It is on the border of Xiyan Kingdom. Although I didn't go there in person, I have heard about it for a long time. How could several masters..."

How could it be reduced to such an end?But he didn't go on.

Master Zhitong said ashamedly: "The benefactor is right. Fuqing Temple used to be a thousand-year-old temple that was full of incense, but since the South Korean troops stationed in the temple secretly a few years ago, Fuqing Temple has long existed in name only! Have you heard about South Korea’s excavation of the Xiyan Kingdom’s ore veins through a secret passage? In fact, the entrance to that secret passage happens to be in Fuqing Temple..."

"What? Fuqing Temple is the entrance to the secret path?" Feng Qian was startled, "But how did Princess Wuyang know the entrance to the secret path?"

Master Zhitong sighed remorsefully: "Princess Wuyang once lived in the temple for a period of time, praying for her deceased mother. She was very interested in Buddhism and often came to ask the old monk about Buddhism. The old monk saw that she was benevolent, filial, intelligent, and Buddhist. She also has very unique insights, so she knows everything she can say. Once she asked about the original intention of the establishment of Fuqing Temple, the old monk inadvertently revealed the matter of the mines of the West Yan Kingdom, because at the beginning of the establishment of Fuqing Temple, it was In order to protect the mine veins, she dug to the bottom, and finally found out about the entrance of the secret passage from the old monk, but at that time she assured the old monk that she would keep the secret, so the old monk didn't care..."

Master Zhitong sighed deeply again: "But I never expected that Princess Wuyang would enter the secret path privately during the time she was staying at Fuqing Temple, and even drew a map of the secret path with her own hands. It was dedicated to the monarch of South Korea. Later, the army of South Korea surrounded Fuqing Temple. The temple gradually lost its incense, and became a den of thieves for them to steal ore veins."

"I have repeatedly sent people to break out of Fuqing Temple to report to Xiyan Kingdom, but all those who reported were killed by the South Korean army in cold blood. The South Korean army has been stationed in the temple for several years. Many people, unable to bear the life of being detained, died with the South Korean army. In the end, we were the only ones left in the temple..."

The little monk said: "Originally, the master was going to die with the South Korean general, but we stopped him. If there is no master in Fuqing Temple, then everyone will really have no way out."

Master Zhitong shook his head and sighed: "I did have impulses a few times, but after thinking about it, what would these children do if I left? Therefore, I had no choice but to endure the humiliation and take the children to continue worshiping Buddha wholeheartedly, regardless of worldly affairs. "

(End of this chapter)