The Feast

Chapter 125: Always be ready to...eat

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Everyone was stunned, Aunt Jing looked at Su Nuannuan and said, "Why does grandma want these things?"

Su Nuannuan smiled and said: "This is for lighting a fire in the kitchen. Pushan Temple is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Even the kitchen fire is practicing iron sand palms, but now it is of great use to us." After speaking, he told several monks He said: "Masters, please put this jujube thorn on the wall. You don't have to be afraid of being seen by bad people, just let them see it."

"Ma'am, what do you mean?" The head monk was also confused, but Su Nuannuan smiled slightly: "It's a trick of the soldiers. Those bandits saw it, and we sealed the walls, which is obviously to cut off their descendants." Lu, don’t you have to hesitate for a while.”

"So that's how it is. Madam's methods are endless." Several monks also laughed. Although they are monks, they are also monks, and they pay attention to compassion. If they can scare these villains away, it will naturally be better than fighting with swords and guns. better.

Seeing the monks dragging the jujube thorns away, Aunt Jing, Qiuling and the others looked at Su Nuannuan with adoring eyes, and Qiuling smiled and said: "My servant always knew that grandma was powerful, but I didn't expect that she would be like this." Great. With your current attitude, you can be regarded as planning a strategy, and the decisive victory... Uh! It's five miles away."

Su Nuannuan let out a "puchi" laugh, shook her head and said, "Sister doesn't know how to flatter, so don't force yourself to do it."

Qiuling blushed, but she knew Su Nuannuan's temperament, because she poked her neck and said, "Why is it flattering? It's just that the words were inappropriate for a while. If you don't believe me, ask these people, who doesn't treat grandma like a heroine now? There is no need to mention these suspicious tactics, just because you are not afraid in the face of danger, how many women in the mansion gate can do it?"

"Praise again that I'm going to float to the sky." Su Nuannuan shook her head and smiled, at this time the sun had already set, and the light in the hall began to dim. Aunt Jing couldn't help but leaned against Su Nuannuan, and when she heard what was wrong with her, she lowered her head and said in a low voice: "There are four great king vajras in this hall, the light is dim, I... I was a little scared for a while. "

Su Nuannuan then understood that the Four King Kongs all had fierce faces, let alone Aunt Jing. She just saw it. Also have to be taken aback.

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly moved, so I hurried to the abbot's side and whispered a few words. The abbot gave her a surprised look, then nodded and smiled, expressing his agreement. Su Nuannuan turned around happily, clapped her hands and said, "Okay. It's getting dark, and we're going to have dinner."

There was a "poof". I don't know how many people spit out their saliva, and the servants who just adored their grandma couldn't do anything more, now they are holding their foreheads and muttering to themselves: I know grandma, you are a foodie, but... But when is this? Can we stop thinking about food? You see, the master abbot was completely stunned. The monks are also all tongue-tied, and the monks are not surprised by favor or humiliation, which scares you like this. This... This is really embarrassing. Is the reputation of the Anpinghou family's foodie family going to spread throughout the capital? Well! In fact, it has already spread. As early as when the old lady celebrated her birthday.

Thinking about it this way, the servants were relieved, but they still showed disapproval in their eyes for their grandma's behavior of thinking about eating at this time. But Su Nuannuan raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Where did everyone think? Do you think your grandma and I are so greedy? Would you even die for a little food? You're so stupid, we don't How can the smell of food make the gangsters outside even more suspicious? At that time, they will not dare to come in rashly, and they will suffer from cold and hunger outside, and we will eat and dress warm here, hehe! It’s a joy to think about.”

"So that's how it is. Even eating is considered a trick by grandma." Aunt Jing smiled and took over the words, desperately putting gold on Su Nuannuan's face: "Then what is grandma going to eat? This is not a kitchen, except for water. I don’t have any ready-made household items, not even pots and pans, do I have to go to the kitchen to get them?”

"No need, I'll let you taste a delicious dish today, stone pancake." Su Nuannuan said with a smile. This is a way of eating on a picnic outside that she saw in Bi Shumin's novels in her previous life. After traveling to this fictional era, realize its real way of eating.

The bonfire was blazing, adding some warmth to the cold hall. Four flat white stones that were originally placed in the hall were placed on the bonfire. Everyone looked at it curiously, and soon someone took noodles and oil from the kitchen. There were still a few rolling pins, clean brushes and spoons, and the two young monks still couldn't believe it, and kept asking, "Is that all? Don't need to get anything else? Let's move fast, and we can run back to get them again." OK."

"No need, if you need anything else, I just said it together, how can I let the little master run twice." Su Nuannuan smiled, rolled up her sleeves and began to add water and noodles, but everyone looked at it and felt that Something is wrong: this water...is it too much? How can it be a face-to-face meeting? The whole thing was made into a face thinner.

Dozens of people were eating, Su Nuannuan herself was so busy that she was sweating, and guessed it would not work, so she decisively divided the errands among the women and girls. For a while, several large buckets were full of noodles. I was busy stirring with the rolling pin, and finally looked at several large buckets of noodles and looked at each other, not knowing how to eat this thing.

"It's actually quite simple."

Su Nuannuan smiled and brushed the oil on the hot slate with a brush, then scooped out a spoonful of noodle soup and poured it on it, only to hear the sound of "Zi La", a scent of oil noodle immediately diffused, she moved Without stopping, she poured several spoonfuls of flour on a large stone slab in a blink of an eye. In just a few minutes, the noodles are cooked, even without turning over, you can see the faint crispness on the noodles, and in an instant, the fragrance in the huge apse is overflowing, making people salivate.

People under the mother-in-law are drooling, but no one is too embarrassed to go up to snatch it, not because they are afraid that the grandma will be unhappy. Everyone knows the grandma's temper, and she will not be angry because of it. It's just that there are still a lot of monks watching it? They can't ruin the family style of Anping Houfu, even if the name of Anpinghoufu's foodie has spread all over the capital, they can't make things worse for servants, can they

"Amitabha, Madam is really kind and thoughtful. This way of eating is simple and convenient, and it is also delicious to satisfy the hunger. I learned from Madam."

The abbot clasped his hands together and smiled, Su Nuannuan lifted a piece of cake and handed it to him, also said with a smile: "Master, try it, if you don't eat it, no one else will do it." After speaking, she also lifted a piece of cake and bit it Nodding in one bite, he said: "It's not bad, it's very crispy. Okay, everyone, wait a little longer, you'll have enough to eat soon. Sister Jing, find a few people to help. I don't need to teach you how to do this, right?"