food color and fragrance

Chapter 74 Emotions
"It's all Mr. Fang's absurd praise, but he talked with his father too late, and put a few small dishes at home, how can it be called vegetarian? If Mrs. Fang doesn't dislike it, Huailiu would be happy to invite you to taste a piece of craftsmanship. "

Fanyin rounded up the words with a smile, Mrs. Fang looked at her thoughtfully, Wen Xiyun was a little impatient, and urged: "Go ahead and burn incense."

Mrs. Fang and Wen Xiyun walked in front, followed by Fanyin and Qingmiao.

Qing Miao's carefree temperament also sensed that something was wrong, taking advantage of Mrs. Fang's time burning incense, seeing that there was no one around, she might as well whisper into Sanskrit's ear, "Miss, why does this slave think that Mrs. Fang is testing you?"

"How do you say that?" Fanyin pretended not to understand, but she was a little surprised by Qingmiao's reaction from the bottom of her heart.

Qing Miao frowned, "I can't say it well, but I just feel something is wrong."

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it anymore. If you really ask me to cook vegetarian food later, you can say that the master likes to eat the noodles I make the most. The two young masters of the Zhang family also like it. Do you want that gluten-strength bamboo shoot soup, remember?"

Qing Miao nodded immediately, "Your servant remembers, do you want to ask Mama Chang first, if Mrs. Fang can have the prepared vegetarian materials?"

"No, it seems we are stingy to ask deliberately."

Seeing Mrs. Fang got up, Sanskrit stopped talking with Qingmiao, stepped forward to burn incense and kowtow, and added some incense and copper coins.

Wen Xiyun smiled disdainfully when he saw the sound of scattered copper coins, and helped Mrs. Fang to the next temple.

Sanskrit did not follow Mrs. Fang immediately, but found an older monk to inquire about temple masters in Qingcheng County and neighboring counties.

The reason why she came to the county with her father at the beginning was to find Mrs. Wu Nan. Although Fang Jingzhi vaguely said that a teacher followed Master Jingyi to Beijing to heal his wounds, there was no news of the follow-up matter. Since this place is a well-known temple in Qingcheng County, it will have contacts with other temples to some extent, so maybe we can get some news.

Listening to the Sanskrit sound mentioning Mr. Wu Nan, this monk actually knew it.

"You said that the teacher and old monk had heard of her. When she was seriously injured and came to the county town, her life was in danger, but the person who sent her only left her and disappeared. Because she had a discussion with my difficult teacher. My friend, I also invited a doctor from this place to treat her, the Buddha is merciful, my Nanshitai escaped this calamity, but her health is still very poor."

"But Master Wu Nan is too unwilling to stay here for a long time to meditate, but went to the nunnery in the neighboring county, which is a temple on Fengcheng Mountain, but I don't know if she is still there at this time."

The old monk looked at Sanskrit, "If there is a destiny, we will meet again, if there is no destiny, you don't have to force it."

Sanskrit nodded slightly, bowed and said goodbye.

She didn't expect to be able to learn about Mrs. Wu Nan's experience and whereabouts today, but after hearing it, it seemed like a blow to her head, which made her a little dizzy.

Back then in Yangjia Village, it was because Mrs. Yang ordered someone to send Wu Nanshi away in a hurry. Maybe at that time, Mrs. Yang just wanted to send Wu Nan away quickly, and let her die slowly, right?

But he didn't expect the teacher to save his life.

Fanyin turned his head to look at the Buddha statue in the temple, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, silently praying in his heart that my teacher would be safe and sound. Say, it depends on whether there is that fate.

"Miss, who is the Mrs. Wu Nan you just asked?" Qing Miao couldn't hold back her curiosity.

Sanskrit voice said: "It's my master."

"Master?" Qing Miao suddenly thought of Sanskrit's hair, "Is it your master when you were keeping filial piety for your ex-wife?"

"Yes, they are also my relatives." Fanyin raised his head and sighed, "Let's go, don't let Mrs. Fang wait any longer if she can't find someone."

Qing Miao saw that she didn't want to mention this matter, so she didn't ask any more questions. The master and servant quickly walked a few steps to catch up with Mrs. Fang and Wen Xiyun, who were already tired from tossing around and were planning to rest in the quiet pavilion.

"Yang Huailiu, didn't you say you want to be vegetarian?"

Wen Xiyun looked at her, the smile on his face made Fanyin feel very uncomfortable.

If she hadn't learned about what Mr. Wu Nan had experienced, she probably wouldn't have felt this way. Because her heart became anxious, she would lose her humility.

Fanyin did not answer Wen Xiyun's question, but turned to look at Mrs. Fang...

Fanyin's small gesture caught Mrs. Fang's eyes, she waved her hands and said with a smile:
"I said it casually just now, but Xiyun is serious. I don't know if there is any place that can catch fire in this area. It's better to let the master in the temple prepare it. Don't make us Huai Liu feel wronged."

"If madam likes it, Huai Liu will be happy." Sanskrit looked at Chang's mother, "Please ask mother to ask if there is a small kitchen with a fire in the Jing Pavilion? In addition, what kind of ingredients can they provide?"

"Miss Yang's noodle soup is the best. The two young masters of the Zhang family often come to eat it, especially the shredded bamboo shoot noodles."

Qing Miao's mind was all about the teacher mentioned by her young lady just now, now Madam asked anxiously, and she answered eagerly, but she forgot the name of that noodle, especially the most important word "gluten" ...

Mrs. Fang took a few glances at Qing Miao, and Wen Xiyun smiled and said, "What's delicious about a dish of noodles? Aren't Suzhai very special?"

Fanyin still ignored her, just looked at Mrs. Fang and said, "I have to ask about the ingredients here first, I'm making a fool of myself." Fanyin looked at Chang's mother, "I'm not familiar with this place, so please accompany me? "

Mother Chang looked at Madam Fang, Madam said: "Go ahead, take care of your bosom willow, don't let her get hurt and scalded, this is Master Yang's little heart."

"Ma'am, please don't worry, this old slave will definitely protect Miss Yang." Chang's mother smiled and left with Sanskrit. Qing Miao wanted to follow, but was left behind by Mrs. Fang.

Fanyin was not surprised by this, the green seedlings were originally given to her by Mrs. Fang, so it doesn't hurt to ask her to ask questions.

What's more... There are plenty of dishes and bowls in my house, what else can I ask?
Chang's mother knew that Yang Huailiu ordered her to accompany her to prove that those dishes were made by Yang Huailiu. Although Wen Xiyun came from a higher family, she couldn't pick anything out of Yang Huailiu's words, but County Magistrate Fang belonged to Yang Zhiyuan. The superior, after all, has to work together, and his wife agreed so happily to accompany her to comfort Yang Huailiu.

I thought Yang Huailiu would ask about the Wen family after leaving this place, but she didn't expect that she would not mention anything to the Wen family except for the ingredients and Madam's taste.

"...Does Madam Fang have taboos on onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, and oil? I hope mom can tell me more about what else she refuses to import." Sanskrit asked seriously, and Chang's mother couldn't help but look at her little arms and face. There was a feeling of pity and pity in my heart.

This is just a little girl, isn't Madam doing too much?

"Madam has no taboos, Miss Yang is relieved, you are willing to cook by yourself, no matter what the smell is, Madam's heart is warm." Chang's mother paused, "Miss Wen's family has a lot of taboo ingredients, But the old slave doesn't know too well, the mother beside her didn't follow because of the cold, so the old slave will ask again?"

"You don't have to ask, this vegetarian meal is for Madam, you can eat it if you can eat it, and forget it if you can't." Sanskrit pouted, and looked at Chang's mother with a smile, "Does mother think I'm being stingy?"

"Where, Ms. Yang has a straightforward temper, not to mention that the ingredients in this temple are monotonous. If you add more ingredients, it will be really tasteless. This old servant will go and ask about the ingredients prepared here, so that they can prepare them." Bring everything over."

Mother Chang went out after saying that. Fanyin looked at the available kitchen knives in the small kitchen, and gently chopped the vegetables. It was a sharp knife, and it was easy to use.

Not long after, Chang's mother came back. Several young monks put the ingredients on the ground and left immediately. Chang's mother had a strange look on her face, and she said to Sanskrit: "Miss Yang, don't make too complicated vegetarian food. The host here just now Come here and tell the old slave that there are still people who need to use this small kitchen, so let us hurry up and let it out."

"In such a hurry?" Sanskrit looked at the ingredients, but he could make some delicious vegetarian dishes.

"The old slave doesn't know what's going on, why don't I just skip this vegetarian meal? Next time, will you let the old slave learn your craft?" Chang's mother wanted to make a new step for Sanskrit, Sanskrit shook his head, "I'll think about it. Didn't you just say that? Madam won't be picky about what it looks like."

"Why don't the old slaves come to help?" Chang's mother is nothing more than kind, Fanyin still refuses, "Just take a rest and wait, if you go back on what you promised, won't you be laughed at?" Fanyin smiled and said Chang's mother pushed aside, "You, just watch."

Chang's mother was in the same boat, she just hoped that she wouldn't get hurt by a knife or burnt by oil, otherwise it would all be her fault?

However, the little complaints and dissatisfaction from Sanskrit just now made Chang's mother feel relieved. Everyone could hear Miss Wen's disdainful ridicule just now, and Yang Huailiu was only an 11-year-old child. If he didn't complain a little bit, How deep would that be?
Being able to hide emotions at the age of 11 is too scary, wouldn't it be a fairy?

Fanyin looked at the ingredients and thought about what she could do. Due to time constraints, she didn't care about making too complicated dishes, and she didn't want to make a few bowls of noodle soup. She could only search for two simple and brilliant dishes in her mind.

At the same time, a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old was talking with the abbot of Fuling Temple.

He has a handsome figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his bronze-colored skin highlights the graceful lines of his face. He is wrapped in a black padded jacket with white filial piety. His mother passed away, and he came to pray for her in the temple, because the place where her mother was born is the Qing Dynasty. city ​​and county.

"Young Master Zhong, don't worry, I will definitely do a good job with the general's wife's ritual affairs. The Fuling Temple was able to continue in the first place, thanks to your wife's great help. This love will always be remembered in my heart."

The host looked at the young monk at the side, "Take Mr. Zhong to the Jing Pavilion to wait for the meal, I will not accompany you for the time being."

Zhong Xingyan got up and saluted and said goodbye, but after stepping out of the threshold, a strange voice suddenly sounded, the little monk looked at Zhong Xingyan, this young man just drank a few bowls of porridge, why is he hungry again?
Zhong Xingyan sighed helplessly, patted his stomach and said, "Shouxiao eats vegetarian food without any meaty taste, so I'm really hungry!"

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