food color and fragrance

Chapter 76 I want to beat you up
Zhong Xingyan pursed his lips and clicked twice, seeing a little girl glaring at the door of the kitchen, he couldn't help being startled, why are there still female relatives in the temple?
For the first time, Fanyin's big eyes did not have the kind smile of the past. She looked at the man with the mouth in front of her and wished she could rush forward and beat him up.

The vegetarian dishes that were originally carefully prepared are gone like this?
What would Mrs. Fang say?
How would Wen Xiyun ridicule?

Fanyin only felt dizzy, her anger had overwhelmed her rationality, and her joints were clenched with fists making noises.

"Who are you?" Qing Miao was taken aback, and walked over to look at the ingredients and the empty plate, "You ate the dishes made by our young lady?"

Miss?Zhong Xingyan frowned slightly, and saw Fanyin looking at him angrily, but the petite girl who was a head shorter than him made him very angry no matter how big her eyes were and how angry her face was. want to laugh.

Fanyin looked up at him, "Did you eat it?"

"Yes!" Zhong Xingyan admitted generously, "It's what I ate."

"Then you are a thief stealing food?" Fanyin's voice was very low, and Zhong Xingyan chuckled, "How can you be a thief? The food is placed in the kitchen, I thought it was made by young monks of."

"Oh? Then how does your product taste?" Sanskrit raised his brows lightly, Zhong Xingyan nodded seriously: "It tastes very good, what is that one that tastes like meat? Is it bean curd? What is crab powder made of?" ? If this is not a temple, I’m afraid I really thought that what I was eating was meat! Good craftsmanship!”

"Thank you for the compliment." Sanskrit gritted his teeth softly, "You have eaten all the dishes, so let's settle the score!"

"I really didn't mean it. How much money do you plan to ask?" Zhong Xingyan touched his bag, "The money I brought today has been donated to incense, and there is not much left. What is your name? The family is open restaurant?"

"Yes, it's the one who opened the restaurant. It is said that you can't say your boudoir name casually, but I'd like to tell you." Fanyin walked forward slowly, and Qing Miao stopped her, "Miss, don't go, this is a thief!"

"Thief? Looking at the leather armor on this young man, how could he be a thief?" Fanyin smiled a little, pushed Qingmiao away, and she walked up to Zhong Xingyan, "Is it? At most Stealing thief, thief, how do you plan to pay this bill?"

"I've already said that you ask me and I'll pay the money." Zhong Xingyan felt that the little girl in front of him seemed a little difficult to deal with.

Sanskrit shook his head, "Although I am short of money, I don't want your money."

"Then what do you want?" Zhong Xingyan frowned, "Just say it."

"I want to beat you up." Fanyin looked at him with a smile, "Can you?"

Zhong Xingyan couldn't help feeling a pain in his foot when he was stunned, "I don't hit women!"

"But I hit a man!" Sanskrit stomped on him hard, and then punched him. Although she wasn't strong enough, even though her fists weren't strong enough, all of her exhausted venting was sent to Zhong Xingyan. !

Zhong Xingyan was taken aback at first, he didn't expect this little girl to be so crazy, but although he was avoiding, the weight of Fanyin's fist was too light for him, and he couldn't even punch his back hard enough.

"Hey, that's enough, I said I don't hit women!"

"enough!"

"If you hit me again, I'll fight back!" Zhong Xingyan couldn't bear her endless talk, if he hadn't been wronged by stealing first, he would have really lost his temper.

Fanyin vented his anger fiercely, but he had no strength left.

Qing Miao was shocked!
It was the first time she saw her young lady get so angry, and... And hit someone?
"Little miss..."

"Fire!" Sanskrit breathed a long sigh of relief. Although he was talking to Qing Miao, his eyes were still staring at Zhong Xingyan, "Take out the flour, only a few bowls of noodles are left, let's do it!"

Qing Miao started immediately, Fanyin wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned around and went to cook, completely ignoring Zhong Xingyan.

This girl... is interesting!
Zhong Xingyan patted the back that had just been slapped, and at this time the little monk hurried back, and the abbot who was in charge here had already arrived.

Sanskrit was busy making noodles, and had no free time to talk to the abbot. He picked up the kitchen knife with a burst of anger, and even the weight of the shredded bamboo shoots became heavier.

"Amitabha, what's going on, Mr. Zhong?" The host master looked at Zhong Xingyan and couldn't help sweating on his forehead. Although his mother was very kind to Fuling Temple, her son was also famous all over the world. The name is not stingy...

He has practiced martial arts with his father since he was a child, and besides the young masters of the officials in Beijing who have a good relationship with him, there are very few who have not been beaten by him!
Just now the little monk came to say that he reprimanded the temple for making meat dishes, which almost made the presiding abbot's heart jump out of fright!
Zhong Xingyan chuckled, "It's okay, it was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

"Although this temple is not comparable to the Fale Temple in Beijing, we never dare to violate the rules and regulations." The host felt displeased, "I hope Mr. Zhong will be careful in his words and deeds next time!"

"Who is the person who cooks there? What kind of restaurant does it open?" Zhong Xingyan recalled the dishes just now. Although they are not as affordable as real meat, it is not ordinary for Suzhai to achieve this level. I have never found it in Beijing.

The host looked at the little monk, and the little monk hurriedly said: "That lady is the daughter of the county magistrate Yang, not a merchant. Today, she accompanied the county magistrate's wife to the temple to burn incense, and personally cooked for the county magistrate's wife to taste the dishes. It's..." It's a pity that the food has already entered Zhong Xingyan's stomach.

"It turned out to be a lady from an official family." Zhong Xingyan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. If he opened a restaurant, he would be able to spend money to eat. For a lady from an official family, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he would not dare to go to the door and let them cook without authorization. .

"Since that's the case, the old monk will take his leave first, and Mr. Zhong will go slowly." The host abbot was chasing him away, but Zhong Xingyan didn't have the cheek to stay here for a long time, and strode away after a few polite words with the host abbot.

The host let out a long sigh, and left as soon as possible with the little monk to avoid suspicion.

Sanskrit made a few bowls of noodle soup in a hurry and asked Qing Miao to take it. Qing Miao still kept nagging: "It's all bad for slaves, but I can't help but tell the young lady anxiously, I'll send the food over first, and then talk about what can't be done." Miss? Don't be angry, if you still don't calm down, hit the servant a few times!"

Sanskrit smiled, "Okay, I've already exhausted my anger, why are you hitting me? Why can't I eat these bowls of noodles? It's okay!"

"Are you not angry?" Qing Miao asked cautiously.

"I'm done venting, I'm not angry anymore." Sanskrit rubbed his hands, the man's bones were really hard, and his hands hurt so much from the beating.

Qing Miao patted her chest, "Who is that person? It seems that the host master came to talk to him just now."

"Where is anyone? It's a wild cat that ate the food. Not only did it steal the food, but it also broke the plate, so I had to do it all over again." Fanyin said slowly, Qing Miao was stunned, "Wild cat?"

Fanyin nodded firmly, "Yes, wild cat, didn't you see it just now? It's still a dirty civet cat with bald hair and leprosy on its head. Although it stole my food, since it is in a temple Just treat it as alms to that beast, don't care about it."

The Sanskrit voice said solemnly, and Qing Miao also realized that she almost lost her breath from laughing, "Miss, your mouth is really poisonous!"

"Let me see him again, I'll beat him up!" Fanyin raised his fist, and then put the matter behind him. She doesn't care whether Wen Xiyun will make a few sarcasm about it. What she thinks about now is what Promise Mrs. Fang.

If it is someone's son who is a treasure, she feels that everyone wants to curry favor with her, but she doesn't have the slightest thought for Fang Jingzhi, is it wrong to be treated as an ambitious person for no reason?She is only 11 years old!
Where do these people's hearts go?
While walking and thinking, Mother Chang came back and talked to Mrs. Fang and Wen Xiyun about what it looked like when they were cooking in Sanskrit.

"The old slave thought that the people who praised Miss Yang's high craftsmanship were flattery, but now that she saw it with her own eyes, it is a complete letter. She can make tofu into the shape of crab noodles, and the fried bean curd is stewed and steamed. , Stir-fry again, it can look like shredded pork, this old servant is an eye-opener, I have been to many vegetarian places with my wife before, and I have never seen such a method of making vegetarian food."

Madam Chang's praise surprised Mrs. Fang, but it also displeased Wen Xiyun.

"Mom is really making a fuss. Those kinds of vegetarian dishes are very common in Beijing, but I have to taste how high her craftsmanship is. How can a lady from an official family always cook by herself? Isn't it depraved?" identity."

Wen Xiyun's words made Chang's mother regret in her heart. For a girl of this age, no matter which person she has nothing to do with, she is belittling the other person. What's more, the madam intends to let this lady be her young mistress?
"The old slave is short-sighted, and made Miss Wen laugh." Chang's mother's perfunctory words only made Wen Xiyun smile from the corner of her mouth, and Mrs. Fang didn't have any more words. She was more curious about what tricks Yang Huailiu would do. Come.

While everyone was talking, Sanskrit and Qingmiao entered the room.

Chang's mother was about to say a few more compliments, but she couldn't help being startled when she saw the noodle soup on the tray Qing Miao was holding.

"This...how did this dish change?" Chang's mother stared at Qing Miao dumbfounded, and then looked at Sanskrit, "What about the braised duck meat and vegetarian crab powder?"

"It was soiled by wild cats, and the young lady made noodle soup with noodles again, otherwise it wouldn't have been delayed for so long." Qing Miao said while bringing the noodles to Mrs. Fang, "The wild beasts in the temple There are so many, if you don't pay attention, you will get into trouble, it's too hateful!"

Wen Xiyun looked at Sanskrit and then at Chang's mother, with a mocking smile that was self-evident, "This is really strange, I have never encountered wild animals in temples, and sister Huai Liu can meet them when I go out. What a coincidence!"

"Yeah, I don't know where it came from. It made my wife laugh." Fanyin smiled very subtly, and Chang's mother couldn't say a word because of the embarrassment on her face. She just praised Sanskrit. It's completely different from before, what else can she say?
Mrs. Fang looked at Fanyin, but saw that her smile was very flat and not flustered, she raised her chopsticks and smiled, "No matter what I do, I will always remember Huai Liu's goodness!"

Picking it up and taking a bite, Mrs. Fang's expression brightened, "It's delicious, and the craftsmanship of Huai Liu is really good!"

　Hohohoho, a friend asked about the origin of the twelve-string guitar. In fact, it is also called the twelve-string guitar. It is a musical instrument. I like it, so it is twelve, hehe~
　　
　
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