Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 768 Porridge

Yan Dashuang originally disliked that there were no meat in the porridge, but he also knew that this was not his mansion, and the porridge smelled delicious, so he took a spoonful.

"Huh! This porridge is really delicious." Yan Dashuang said in surprise.

Yan Xiaoshuang blew on the hot porridge: "This is the best porridge I've ever eaten."

Hearing this, Yan Dashuang nodded in agreement.

Yun Yiyi couldn't help laughing, the cooks in the house usually didn't make such rich porridge, no wonder the two cubs said so.

She was already hungry, eating Laba porridge, her stomach was filled with a warm feeling.

Yun Yiyi ate until his forehead was sweating, and even in this cold weather, Yun Yiyi didn't feel so cold anymore.

After eating, a young monk came and said that the porridge had been delivered to the temple.

The timing came just right, Yun Yiyi knew that the other party must have given them more time, so she didn't dare to delay, took a little rest and groomed herself, and led everyone down the mountain.

The porridge stall is next to an aisle at the foot of the mountain. Master Yinyun set up a stall beside the porridge stall. The disciples spread out cloth to cover the table, and placed pens, ink, paper, inkstone and a lot of red paper in turn.

Seeing Yun Yiyi and his group coming down, Master Yinyun walked up to greet him slowly: "Amitabha, thank you for your hard work, Lord Yun."

Yun Yiyi smiled: "Where is it, Master Yinyun is too polite, is this you?"

"The poor monk has nothing to do, so he writes couplets to give to sentient beings. My Buddha is merciful, and the Dharma is full of joy." Master Yinyun said a Buddhist name, his eyes full of compassion.

With reverence in Yun Yiyi's eyes, he saluted and walked to the porridge stand calmly.

At this time, pedestrians gradually came to the side of the road. Seeing the momentum, they walked towards Yun Yiyi in twos and threes.

Master Yinyun looked pitiful, and lightly rolled up his cuffs.

A disciple was grinding by the side, and a disciple was spreading out the big red paper, while Master Yinyun was writing.

As soon as Master Yinyun picked up his pen, someone recognized it immediately.

"Isn't this Master Yinyun from Puning Temple? Why did he come down the mountain?"

"Amitabha, all the monks in Puning Temple are praying for the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and donating porridge as a gift card. Everyone, please line up according to the order of porridge first and post." A young monk came out and explained to everyone.

"Thank you, Master Yinyun."

I heard that Master Yinyun is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, and it is a great opportunity to get a post from him.

Immediately, the noisy crowd went to Yun Yiyi's porridge stall to line up.

Standing in line, some people couldn't help chattering.

"Hey, Puning Temple is actually a woman giving porridge?" The passer-by was puzzled, Puning Temple valued character the most, shouldn't the porridge be given by the master in the temple?

"I saw this lady so familiar, I couldn't figure out who it was at the moment?"

Someone sneered: "What kind of eyes are you looking at? Isn't this Mrs. Yan?"

"Mrs. Yan? Is that Mrs. Yan's wife?"

"That's right, the one next to Mrs. Yan is Ms. Yan. I heard that the one is...the future princess." The voice became softer towards the end.

"It's actually the future princess!"

It was also at this moment that everyone stopped joking.

It turned out that Madam Yan and the future concubine were giving porridge, one was a meritorious person of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the other was a person representing the imperial power.

Letting these two give porridge is really a blessing for Puning Temple.

In this way, it is also a good sign to get porridge from noble people.

Yun Yiyi is not deaf, so naturally she can hear some whispers, she has always been indifferent, even if she heard it, she didn't hear it.

With a calm face, she took a spoon and filled the porridge for the visitor, and said a Buddha's name on her mouth.

It was the first time Yan Nianyan did this kind of thing, and she still couldn't let it go. Seeing Yun Yiyi so calm, she also calmed down.

She stood by the porridge bucket next to her, serving porridge to everyone in a leisurely manner.

At first, everyone came for Master Yinyun, and what they wanted was his copybook.

After taking the Laba porridge that Yun Yiyi handed over, he just thanked him casually, and after taking a sip, he immediately noticed the difference from other porridges.

The porridge is thick and fragrant, the grains of rice are crystal clear, and the ingredients are not perfunctory. Just floating on the porridge, you can see ingredients such as peanuts, red dates, lotus seeds, wolfberries, etc. You can see that you are full of heart and bring a kind of blessing means.

In this cold wind, after drinking a bowl of porridge, my whole body is warmed up, and my hands are steaming.

"This porridge is really unusual."

"I've never had this kind of porridge, can I ask for another bowl?"

"It's so good, I have to let my family try it too."

As soon as I was reminded, some people took the copybooks and thanked them, then went back to their homes and asked their family members to come over and ask for a bowl of porridge.

This cycle goes on and on, and the porridge stall is getting more and more people.

Yun Yiyi sighed slightly, then turned to a monk and said, "Is there any porridge in the temple?"

There are still some porridge buckets left here, and there are so many people, how can there be enough?
The monk gave her a comforting look: "Don't worry, ma'am, since there are more people, I have already asked my brother to make porridge. Calculate the time, and it will be almost here."

Hearing what the monk said, Yun Yiyi was not in a hurry.

"So good."

As soon as the words fell, monks came from Puning Temple Mountain carrying porridge buckets, and it was true that Cao Cao would be there.

"Junior brother, did I come in time?" The leader smiled.

The monk also laughed: "It can be regarded as catching up."

The people Yun Yiyi brought over were all women, so naturally they couldn't carry the two barrels of porridge, and the monks from Puning Temple helped carry them to the stall.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Nianyan whispered to Yun Yiyi in a low voice: "Sister Yun, do you think those people have already received porridge just now?"

Yun Yiyi followed Yan Nianyan's gaze, and it was indeed the last batch of people who came to get the porridge.

She frowned slightly, and looked sideways at the monk: "Please tell Master Yinyun, someone has repeated the porridge."

She shouldn't come forward for this kind of matter, it's better to leave it to Puning Temple to solve it by itself.

Hearing this, the monk walked towards Master Yinyun.

"Master, someone has received porridge many times."

Master Yinyun was picking up a pen to write, his hands paused slightly, and after slowly writing the last word and handing it to the believers, he looked at the monk.

"I need a disciple..."

"No, I'll say it myself."

Master Yinyun put his hands together, stood up, walked to the porridge stand, and looked at everyone with compassion.

"Everyone, the congee given out by Puning Temple is to increase the happiness and longevity of the common people. Too much blessing is not enough. One portion is enough. Please remember."

These words were very reserved, and immediately several people at the porridge stall blushed.

After Master Yinyun left, these people also retreated in dismay.

Yan Nianyan looked at Yun Yiyi in admiration: "Sister Yun, you still have an idea."

He settled the matter calmly.

Yun Yiyi just smiled slightly, she just came here to give porridge today, but in the end it is still the business of Puning Temple, these ingredients are all produced by themselves, and the cost naturally needs to be controlled by themselves.

If she said it directly, she would be overstepping her authority. It is not certain that someone will use her as an argument, but instead let this Buddhist man get involved with her and a woman.

Therefore, if she could not do anything about this matter, she would not do anything, but Tu Yi was at peace.

At first, Sheng Porridge didn't feel anything, but after a long time, my wrists became a little sore.

Yan Xiaoshuang was the first to notice, he stepped forward calmly: "Mother, let me try."

"Can you hold the bowl steadily?" Yun Yiyi was a little worried, the bowl was not heavy, but her hands would get sore after holding the porridge in for a long time.

"Mother, I have my own way." Yan Xiaoshuang smiled mysteriously.

Yun Yiyi gave him a fixed look, then put down the spoon: "Okay, you have a try, if you can't do it, let your mother replace you."

Seeing that his younger brothers have all gone to help, Yan Dashuang is no longer lazy.

He walked up to Yan Nianyan's side, and smiled sweetly: "Sister Yan, take a break, and I'll serve you the porridge."

Yan Nianyan was a little dazed by his smile, and after recovering, she was already sitting on the stool next to her.

She looked at Yan Dashuang standing in front of the porridge stall, dumbfounded. Fortunately, the porridge bucket was placed directly on the ground, and there were no high-level things.

Even a small child can scoop it up.

"It's okay, they can do it." Yun Yiyi said calmly.

Yan Dashuang and Yan Xiaoshuang eat well and grow fast. They are almost 1.2 meters tall. The porridge bucket is at most [-] centimeters high, which is more than enough to hold rice. It seems that my precepts and deeds have made the two cubs more sensible.

Yan Xiaoshuang knew that he was small and his strength was far from that of an adult, so he never planned to hold the bowl from the beginning.

As soon as he stood there, he looked like a grown-up, and said to the porridge bearer, "I'm weak, I can't serve porridge well, please put the bowl on the porridge stand."

The person receiving the porridge didn't expect that it was a little doll serving the porridge, so he immediately smiled and said, "Madam Yan really knows how to teach children, let me just listen to you."

With that said, he put the bowl on the porridge stand.

The soup spoon was not heavy, and Yan Xiaoshuang didn't have any trouble scooping it up. Afraid of using one hand, he used two hands to hold the soup spoon.

It was full in no time.

"Next!" Yan Xiaoshuang said loudly.

Seeing this, Yan Dashuang also imitated his younger brother's example and asked someone to put the bowl on the porridge stand.

In this way, it is not tiring.

Yan Nianyan was surprised by this operation: "Why didn't I think of this method?"

"This method is only reasonable if they do it." Yun Yiyi smiled and shook her head.

The two cubs are children, so they can make such a request. Others will only think they are cute and cute, and they will fully cooperate with them.

But she and Yan Nianyan are both grown-ups. If they do this, others will only think that they are too delicate to bear hardships. To put it bluntly, they may think that they are relying on their status and are unwilling to condescend.

Therefore, Yun Yiyi never thought of such a trouble-free method in the first place.

The fact that the people serving the porridge were Madam Yan's two sons spread the word from the people in front of the queue. Everyone knew that it was two children who were serving the porridge, and they felt a little strange in their hearts.

As an adult, he naturally wouldn't make any trouble in front of the two children. Everyone had cheerful smiles on their faces, and the order was orderly.

When seeing the two good cubs working hard, some people with children couldn't help but make fun of them. Yan Dashuang and Yan Xiaoshuang both remained calm, acting as if I was not easy to mess with. The person who received the porridge smiled again.

(End of this chapter)