Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 357 The Return of Su Zhai (1)
It was also after that time that all the people in Leiming Temple worshiped He Liancheng.After Mu Xiang listened to Wu Qing's narration, when she looked at He Liancheng again, there was more tenderness in her gaze.

The old abbot and He Liancheng walked side by side.

"I heard that the emperor once ordered that His Highness's marriage can be decided by himself. Although there has been no joke since ancient times, the royal family is orthodox and the blood is passed on. Has Your Highness ever thought about it? If the Emperor does not agree, what will happen to this matter?"

The words from the heart are often the sharpest.It's not pleasant, but it hits the most important place.

He Liancheng looked up at the door plaque, the three members of Leiming Temple, and smiled lightly, "So what if he disagrees? Bloodline inheritance? I am not an orthodox royal, so where did the inheritance come from? Abbot, you should have a good chat with her." .”

He Liancheng stretched out his hand to attract Mu Xiang, "Xiang'er, this is Abbot Jingkong, Abbot, Xiang'er is my wife, the only one."

The only lady?It is impossible to say that Mu Xiang is not moved when she hears this.

This man moved her all the time.

Jing Kong squinted his eyes and looked at Mu Xiang. Although his eyes were small, they were piercing, "Where is this girl from?"

Mu Xiang's heart moved, she raised her eyebrows and looked at him, her tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and she played a charade, "Where did you come from, did the abbot hear it?"

Jing Kong nodded with a smile, "Lao Na is ignorant and ignorant, and I have never heard of it. Since the girl can come, she has her own intentions. Everything in the world has God's will. My Buddha is merciful. Three lives are bound together, and three lives are destined. His Royal Highness is very lucky."

Even He Liancheng was dumbfounded by these meaningful words, but he knew that monks like to say these things, so he didn't care, "Thank you abbot Zengfu!"

He Liancheng took Mu Xiang's hand and stepped into the temple.

Jingkong stood where he was, looked at the sky, stroked the prayer beads in his hand, and silently lowered his head with an unclear expression.

Seeing the old abbot standing still, the young monk next to him stepped forward and asked, "Master, what's the matter with you, His Highness has already gone in, we have to go in quickly to prepare the vegetarian meal."

The old monk held the Buddhist beads in his hand, hunched his back, and sighed heavily, "Oh, let's go, everything in the world has its own definite order, it depends on God's will, God's will!"

"Master, what are you talking about? Is there something wrong with that female benefactor?" The little monk supported him, not understanding what he meant.

Jingkong stopped talking, and looked straight at the two people kneeling in the Buddhist hall.

As He Liancheng said, his wedding is witnessed by the heavens and the earth, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky are the mirrors.Is there anything more prudent than worshiping a solemn Buddha statue in a Buddhist hall?

The little monk scratched his bald head, very puzzled.

The master is always like this, he always likes to confuse the words, making people half understand, but he refuses to give them the answer, let them guess and think for themselves.

The bell in the temple rang, and a few young monks carried buckets and went to the dining hall to fetch water for cooking.

Jingkong invited He Liancheng, set up a chess record under the locust tree, and played cross-legged.Mu Xiang walked around by herself, and inadvertently came to the Zhaitang.

She walked in curiously, and what she saw was foggy.

A handsome young monk came over, bowed to her and said, "Master, the living hall is very messy. If you want to play, you can go to the back hall, where the scenery is very beautiful."

He spoke very politely, but it made Mu Xiang feel abrupt, "I'll just take a look, you're busy with your work, I'm sure I won't disturb your work!"

The little monk knew that she was a guest brought by King Xiang. Seeing that she insisted on entering the Zhaitang, he couldn't stop him, so he led her into the Zhaitang, "The vegetarian meal we eat is very simple, and the vegetables are all made by ourselves. The rice and noodles were bought from the town, and some were given by benefactors."

"Then how many monks are there in total?" Mu Xiang asked while walking.Looking at their dining hall, it is not too big, with only four tables, it can accommodate more than a dozen people to eat at the same time.

"Oh, our place is remote, and there are not many pilgrims. Including the master, there are only fifteen people in total. Every year, there are only a lot of pilgrims when there are temple fairs. Usually, no one comes," the young monk replied truthfully.

It was inconvenient to communicate, and of course no one came.

It's like taking a shuttle bus. If you don't have a car, no one is willing to go to such a long distance to pay homage to an unknown temple.

The business model of temples and tourist attractions is the same.Either your temple spreads out, which Bodhisattva is very effective.In this case, there is no need to publicize, and pilgrims will come to worship Buddha in an endless stream. When there are more pilgrims, the money for sesame oil will naturally increase.

Or, there must be other features.

If she remembers correctly, in some temples, vegetarian dishes are also a must.

But according to her visual observation, besides being light, the biggest feature of Leiming Temple's food is that the dishes are boiled, and after being picked up, mixed with a little vegetable oil or sesame oil, it becomes a vegetarian dish.

Mu Xiang has a little understanding of Buddhist Vegetarian Cuisine, and knows that besides not eating meat, they also borrow five kinds of meat.The meat here does not refer to meat, but onions, garlic, leeks, brassicas, and coriander.

Because of these kinds, the fragrance is too strong.The ancients said, "Raw food produces anger, and cooked food helps silver!" They think that eating these things will destroy the pure heart and affect the cultivation.

But these few things happen to be used for seasoning.Without them, the taste of this dish will be greatly reduced.

Looking at the two young monks, they were rubbing dough to make steamed buns.There is also a pot of tofu ready, and there are a few Chinese cabbages waiting to be washed.

As a cook, Mu Xiang couldn't help but cook a table of vegetarian dishes for them by herself.

"Little master, I will cook this meal for you and improve the food for you," Mu Xiang rolled up her sleeves, looking eager to try.

The young monks in the dining hall were terrified when they saw that she wanted to cook, especially the little monk who led her in.

"You must not be a benefactor. The fireworks in the dining hall are too heavy, and your clothes will be stained. How about I take you around and cook with a few brothers."

We all know that she is Princess Xiang, she must be very noble, how can she do such rough work as cooking.The little monk thought to himself, she must have thought cooking was fun on a whim, and she didn't really know how to cook.

(End of this chapter)