Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 410 Borrowing the Kitchen
There are more pilgrims going to Lingyin Temple today, and it is much deserted here, but the monks still live a peaceful life of practice.After offering 200 taels of sesame oil money, Ding Shitou asked the Zhike monk for spring water and rice.

Unexpectedly, they had such a request. The Zhike monk was a little surprised, but he quickly agreed.After all, these are small things.

Sister Xiaofu also wore men's clothing today, dressed as a child, and immediately stepped forward and proposed to make lotus-flavored rice balls.

"Hexiang rice ball?" The Zhike monk was stunned again, but when he heard it, he felt very Zen, so he humbly asked for advice.

"Japanese monks like to bring rice balls to make dry food, and folks also sell them, just like the steamed buns on the street. But I wrap the rice balls in lotus leaves and steam them. The rice balls with the fragrance of lotus are more fragrant and delicious."

"Of course, rice balls can also be stuffed with condiments, just like making rice dumplings and making moon cakes." Ding Shishitou explained casually when he saw that the guest monk was interested.

However, her explanation caused Zhike Monk to show a strange expression, and looked at her with deep eyes.

"The little benefactor is talented, and the poor monk has been taught." The Zhike monk put away his surprised expression, clasped his palms together and saluted Ding Shishitou.

"The great monk is polite." Ding Shitou hurriedly let go of Zhao Jian's hand, cupped his fists and bowed to the Zhigu monk, with a respectful expression on his face.

Zhike monk was also very happy to be honored.He led the way, led Ding Shitou and the others to the kitchen, and asked Ding Shitou to borrow the kitchen to make rice balls.

At this time, it was not time to eat, and the monks in the kitchen also looked curious, and came to see Ding Shitou making lotus-flavored rice balls.

The freshly steamed pots of rice were all provided to Ding Shishi, and the steamer was also cleaned out.Ding Shitou didn't shy away from the craftsmanship, so he took the sisters Xiaofu and started making rice balls.

The rice balls they squeezed out are all triangular.

Qin Ye and another hidden guard were in charge of cleaning the lotus leaves, wrapping them with rice balls, pinning the lotus leaves on the bamboo sticks prepared for skewers, and steaming them in the steamer.

Zhao Jian didn't ask any more questions, and just sat in the kitchen, drinking Longjing tea made by the little novice monk with the water from Hupao spring.

Half an hour later, a group of people left the gate of the temple carrying Hupao spring water and a few steamers.

Of course, as a favor, Ding Shitou also left two boxes of rice balls in the temple, and she believed that the Zhike monk would send them to the abbot and the eminent monks in the temple to taste.

Japanese monks also came to Daming to travel, but no one placed orders in their temples.

When he came to the foot of the mountain, Ding Shitou was immediately happy watching the lively picnic scene.

Ding Dian has already become acquainted with a group of guards, instructing them to kill the chicken, dissect it and clean it, wrap it in lotus leaves, paste it in yellow mud and bury it under the fire, and then help to skewer the meat.

Li Kan arranged for everyone to buy cooked food, but he knew that picnicking was a kind of outdoor camping meal that they were familiar with, so someone suggested buying some sliced ​​meat and roasting it, and someone even brought a sheep back.

I came out to play today, Li Kan naturally would not refuse this way of eating, but Ding Shitou only knew that there was so much meat, and she didn't need to do it.

But looking at the small clay stove and kettle in front of her, she still couldn't help the corners of her mouth twitching.

It is worthy of having so many people. It is obviously a temporary picnic, but it can be prepared so quickly, even the tools for boiling water and tea are prepared.

She obviously asked for Hupao spring water, but she just wanted to go back to make tea at night.

"Who did the Japanese monks listen to?" Zhao Jian suddenly asked, holding a rice ball wrapped in lotus leaves in his hand.

(End of this chapter)