Morning bells and evening drums, the sound of Sanskrit is vague.

The little nun was sweeping the floor in the courtyard. When she heard the movement of opening the door, she stopped and smiled and said, "I must be exhausted when I wake up, right? When I came back, I saw you asleep and couldn't even wake me up."

A Yao's face was embarrassed and her head was so low that she was about to bury it in her chest. The little nun said again: "Master agrees to your request, and you will be in the kitchen in the future."

A Yao nodded quickly to ensure her food and clothing.

"My Dharma name is Wunian, don't call me sister in the nunnery." Wunian introduced, bringing A Yao to familiarize herself with the place and kitchen.

From now on, I will settle in Qingning Temple and make plans after a while.

"Chop chop..." The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the chopping board was swift and continuous. A Yao followed Wu Nian into the kitchen, her eyes didn't know where to look, and her mouth was so open that she could stuff her eggs, as if she had returned to modern times and went to visit the kitchen of a five-star hotel.

The kitchen of the temple accommodates twenty or thirty people, each of whom focused on the work at hand, no one whispered to each other, and each performed its duties clearly. It was clear at a glance. From right to left, there were doughs, tables, side dishes, stoves, and on the long table on the left, half were clear soup and vegetarian noodles, and half were vegetarian rice. The nun entered and exited the door opposite and brought out the prepared pasta and rice in an orderly manner.

Wu Nian said: "In the future, you will go to the kitchen to open the stove and set the fire every day. The masters will take the place to cook vegetarian food at Si and Shen. In the morning, with Fangyuan to the back mountain to collect firewood, so there is no need to go to the evening. When you come back, use vegetarian food first and then wash dishes. You don't have to follow us to do morning and evening classes, okay?"

"I can do it." A Yao nodded with a stern face, thinking in her mind that she would take away the fire, washing dishes and chopping wood. She had plenty of time, but she had to find ways to make money. Staying in the temple was not a long-term solution.

Wunian rubbed A Yao's yellow-haired little head with a smile on her face.

A few days ago, she followed Fang Yuan, the old fried dough stick who was too lazy, and based on the principle of "look more and learn how to do less", she learned to chop firewood. Seeing that she had learned almost the same learning, Fang Yuan called a matte before the masters came to cook in the morning and afternoon, and then took the opportunity to go lazy.

A Yao didn't say anything, but added a few small bundles of slender dead branches based on the old fried dough sticks, as the weight of two people. It seems that nothing wrong with adapting to such days.

A Yao washed the bowl as high as a hill as usual, and suddenly there was a black shadow on her head. She looked up and the boy looked at her with a blank expression. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "You ran to the wrong place, right?"

This boy looks very nice, and is a smaller version of A Yao's favorite type... Unfortunately, if you grow up, you will definitely be a tough guy. Well, you may also be a type of paralyzed iceberg.

"Gu~" the boy's stomach told her that he had not run to the wrong place.

"I'm hungry, do you have any food?" He found A Yao looking at him, and he didn't feel embarrassed. He walked over the threshold and walked into the kitchen. The desk in the kitchen was clean, and even the stove was turned off. There was no one else except A Yao who was washing dishes on the door. "You are the only one?"

"Masters have finished vegetarian meals, don't you make it to dinner?" After saying that, I felt that I had asked this too much. When I heard the boy's belly sing an empty city plan, she felt that drinking boiled water could not satisfy her desire to fill her stomach. Looking at his clothes, silk fabrics and gold threads were mostly rich families, and wealthy families could not bear the feeling of hunger. "There is nothing left today, why don't I give you a bowl of noodles? I remember there is still a gloss left."

A Yao also went into the kitchen to wash his hands, shook away the water droplets, went to the table on the far left to make the noodles, lifted up a corner of the cloth covering the table, and the shiny balls were neatly arranged.

"With the glossy noodles left, I can only make white noodles. Do you want to eat them?" A Yao was not confident when she said that, so how could she take white noodles out of the way? She could count the number of times she went to the kitchen in her previous life.

"Okay." He nodded simply and neatly.

After turning on the stove, A Yao tried hard to pour out the water that had been washed through the pot and urged the water in the pot to dry out the water. She poured the spring water into it and waited for the spring water to boil.

"Tell me, it will take a while for it to boil. My name is Jiang Yao, just call me A Yao, where are you?"

"Pei Shuo."

"This name is really good. You have to wait for a while, but unfortunately the soup is used up and it tastes very fresh! Give me a bowl of soup, and I can eat a bowl of wheat rice!" She thought again, and the masters made soup with the soup of whipped bamboo shoots. There was also it in her room. The soup of blanched bamboo shoots should be OK. "Wait for me, I'll go."

Pei Shuo looked at her flying horns. This girl was completely different from the monks and nuns she met in the nuns in the past few days. Even a girl of the same age as her spoke softly. It was not the person who was so distracted and immediately thought of what she thought of.

Returning to the room, she pulled out the bamboo basket she had hidden, ordered the number of bamboo shoots, and originally planned to sell them, but was thrown away by Pei Shuo's beauty, and the idea of ​​making money was thrown out of the sky. He held the bamboo basket and said, "I'm a good friend."

The mountain spring water boils and two glossy surfaces are put into it. The boiling spring water instantly quiets, and only the glossy surface slowly spins in the water.

She recalled how the masters cooked bamboo shoots. The kitchen knife pierced from one side of the bamboo shoots, cut from top to bottom, peeled off the shell along the crack of the knife, peeled off the purple part and roots, and the spring bamboo shoots wrapped under the layers of bamboo shoots finally revealed their true faces. They were slightly rinsed, cut into hob pieces and put them in another pot to cook.

Turning back, foam attached to the surface, she picked up the dough from the fence and put it in the cool spring water that had been prepared. Suddenly, white smoke rose on the water surface. She took the dough up and drained it for later use.

Pei Shuo stayed away from the stove and watched A Yao toss the dough and frowned: "Just start cooking, why bother with such a thing? I don't dislike it."

"'Crossing the Cold River' In order to make the noodles more tepy, it's almost done, otherwise you will eat the bamboo shoots first?" A Yao said to him with her back. She picked up another pot of bamboo shoots and drained them into the bowl, poured the noodles into the water for cooking bamboo shoots, a spoonful of sesame oil and a little salt, and the fragrance floated out.

"Hurry up!" Pei Shuo also smelled the fragrance and came over.

A Yao put a bowl on it quickly, put the noodles first and then put the soup, and the noodles emerged from the clear soup. Unfortunately, the five meats in Buddhism should be avoided, and the onion and garlic should not be dipped, otherwise it would be better to decorate it with one or two. "Give it."

The freshness of bamboo shoots had long evoked Pei Shuo's greed. He was eager to worship Wudian Temple, and took the dishes and chopsticks and delivered them to his mouth. After working so long, the little that he ate at noon had been digested. Pei Shuo's eating so deliciously made A Yao's appetite quietly emerge.

The kitchen was empty. If someone passed by and looked bored, he would find that there were two children who had almost buried their faces in the bowl and ate desperately.
Chapter completed!