Xuanxia

Chapter 471 Cooking Skills
The kitchen of Jinchan Temple is very big.

When Daoyuan, Fu Qingzhou and Yuan Zhen walked in, the kitchen was bustling with activity.

Next to the long stove, a group of burly monks were stirring large spoons. The fire was rising into the sky and the smoke was lingering. The hot steam rising from the pot and the sunlight coming in from the window intertwined into a hazy cloud of smoke.

Those rhythmic clanging sounds are like the sound of wooden fish in a temple, crisp and rhythmic.

It is almost lunch time at Jinchan Temple, and they are preparing lunch for all the monks in the temple.

The big table in the center of the kitchen was filled with vegetarian food such as tofu, mushrooms, bamboo shoots, etc. Of course, the most abundant thing was rice, countless buckets of rice.

No matter how many delicious dishes there are in the house, they cannot overwhelm the aroma of the steaming hot rice just out of the pot.

"come in."

Daoyuan turned his head and smiled at the two of them: "There are not so many rules. Just pick a stove and do it yourself. You can choose whatever ingredients you want."

After saying that, he walked to the table, grabbed a few vegetables, some tofu and other ingredients, and walked towards an empty stove, ready to start cooking.

Fu Qingzhou looked at the ingredients on the table, frowned, and didn't rush to start. He followed Dao Yuan over.

Daoyuan ignored him, put the dishes on the chopping board and picked up the kitchen knife.

Daoyuan skillfully put simple ingredients such as vegetables and tofu on the chopping board. His technique was smooth and powerful. His fingers flexibly controlled the blade to cut the vegetables into even-sized segments and the tofu into regular cubes.

Soon, the cut ingredients were neatly placed on the plate.

At the same time as he put down the kitchen knife, a monk who was helping to fan the fire was already blowing on the stove fire, making the fire burn brighter. The blue flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the pot gradually became hot.

Daoyuan picked up the oil bottle steadily and gently poured in a proper amount of oil. The oil temperature gradually rose and a smell of oil smoke spread.

When the oil temperature was just right, Dao Yuan put the chopped vegetables into the pot. As the vegetables came into contact with the hot oil, a cheerful sizzling sound immediately came from the pot. He quickly stir-fried the vegetables with a spatula, and each leaf fluttered lightly under his control, like a green butterfly dancing in the air.

Then, Daoyuan gently put the tofu cubes into the pot. The white tofu and green vegetables were intertwined in the pot to form a beautiful picture.

Throughout the entire process, his technique remained simple and unadorned, without any delay or unnecessary movements, and everything seemed natural.

"As expected of someone who has been cooking for a lifetime."

Fu Qingzhou sighed lightly.

There is no need to talk about the taste. Just based on the technique, no matter the imperial chef, the special chef, the divine chef Xiao Fugui, the Chinese Chef Boy... can be Daoyuan's opponent.

If Yuanguan's previous chess playing was the "shortcut", then this dish of cooking, which was a long way off, clearly had the flavor of Tao.

Fu Qingzhou just stood there and watched, and his soul, which had been severely damaged in playing chess, actually felt a sense of satisfaction and happiness!

"Donor Fu."

At this time, Yuan Zhen whispered: "I'm afraid my uncle will be cooking soon... You can't be too late."

"Got it." Fu Qingzhou nodded slightly.

He took his eyes away from Daoyuan's pot and slowly walked to the table where the ingredients were placed.

"What would you like to cook?"

Smokey asked in his mind.

Fu Qingzhou smiled helplessly and shook his head: "No matter what dish I cook, it will never be better than Daoyuan's."

"You're right." The smoker yawned, "Then think of an alternative plan?"

"Out-of-the-box tactics..."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes moved slightly.

When it comes to competing in cooking skills, what tricks can you use?

……

Soon, Daoyuan smiled and lifted the pot, tilted it at an angle, and the vegetables and tofu in the pot slid casually into the plate.

The simplest and most rustic dish of fried vegetables and tofu is ready.

Fu Qingzhou came over from somewhere and looked at the dish with his eyes slightly lit up.

Daoyuan saw him and said, "Donor, aren't you going to cook?" "It's cooking in the pot." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile.

"I see... Then come and try this dish of mine first."

Daoyuan smiled and handed the plate of food forward.

Fu Qingzhou was a little surprised: "Do I eat it?"

As he said that, he pointed at Yuan Zhen and said, "Why don't you let him be a judge?"

"This child probably grew up in the temple eating the food cooked by the old monks. His judgment is not accurate." Daoyuan said leisurely: "As for food, if it tastes good, it tastes good. If it tastes bad, it tastes bad. Of course, the person who cooked it knows best whether it is good or not."

Fu Qingzhou laughed: "Master is quite frank...Okay, I'll eat it."

As he was speaking, Yuan Zhen quickly handed over a pair of chopsticks.

Fu Qingzhou took the chopsticks and looked carefully at the dish in front of him.

This dish is not fancy, with no bright colors or exquisite presentation, and it even looks a bit casual.

The greens retained their bright green color, and although they faded slightly during the cooking process, they still looked vibrant.

The tofu is pure white, and after cooking it becomes slightly oily, making it even more tempting.

This dish does not have luxurious ingredients or complicated cooking techniques, but it exudes a unique charm, a taste of "home", a feeling that makes people feel at ease... It may not be the most delicious delicacy, but it can touch the softest part of people's hearts.

Just looking at it made Fu Qingzhou hungry.

He gently picked up a piece of vegetable with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

The green vegetables taste fresh and tender, with a hint of natural sweetness. The refreshing taste is like a mountain spring, cleansing his tired soul.

It even calmed his originally slightly anxious heart.

"It's not delicious, but... it's the best thing I've ever eaten."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and picked up another piece of tofu.

The tofu is white, tender and delicate. It melts in your mouth without chewing, leaving a soft and mellow taste.

This dish seemed to have a magical power that made him temporarily forget the disputes in the martial arts world, the fights of life and death, and the life-and-death feud with the Jinchan Temple.

At least before swallowing the vegetables and tofu in his mouth, Fu Qingzhou had only one feeling.

That's touching.

He understood why no one in the world could find fault with Dao Yuan's dishes.

The comfort it brings to diners goes far beyond the taste level.

"Master Fu, how is it?" Dao Yuan asked with a smile.

Fu Qingzhou put down his chopsticks and exhaled softly: "I am very moved and calm... Thank you, Master. I never thought that I could eat such a dish."

"Amitabha, you are too polite."

Daoyuan clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "So, is the food for the donor ready?"

Fu Qingzhou turned around and glanced at the stove not far away.

There was a pot there, with smoke coming out of the edge of the pot. A cook, who had just been dragged over to help, was squatting by the stove, fanning the fire.

He walked forward and opened the lid of the pot, and a large amount of heat and steam hit his face.

"Oh, I'm afraid it will take a while."

Fu Qingzhou said with a smile.

Daoyuan and Yuanzhen also followed and stood behind him, also looking into the pot.

The next second, the two monks, one old and one young, blurted out in surprise at the same time: "Porridge?"

(End of this chapter)