Then Chen Nian returned to Tianning Temple.

turn out.

Closed!

It's obviously still early, so why are they closed?

Chen Nian still jogged all the way back, covering more than two kilometers and nearly five miles.

I almost vomited because of the old age!

As a result, I was rejected at the door.

Finally, Chen Nian knocked on the door again rather unwillingly, but the answer he got was that the door was closed. If you want to worship Buddha or visit the master, come back tomorrow.

It's like the dung beetle encountering a scurrying one - a trip in vain.

It's all that licking dog's fault!

In the end, Chen Nian had no choice but to walk in the direction of home.

As a result, I met Zhang Fugui again when I went back.

"How about it, have you gone to listen? I'm telling you, just tell me my name. Today is your birthday, and I, as an elder brother, can't..."

"Can't what?" Chen Nian suddenly interrupted the other party, "Can't you look at me and feel better?"

Zhang Fugui was stunned for three seconds.

"Did you really go?"

"nonsense!"

"I'm very touched. There's nothing better than friendship in this world. Alas... I'm so lucky in this life!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You believe what I said is so outrageous. From today on, you will be my best friend, Zhang Fugui!"

"roll!"

Chen Nian runs a tofu shop, so when he returns home, he naturally makes tofu for the next day, otherwise the stock will be out of stock the next day.

After all, I have no other source of income now.

So after dinner, Chen Nian started making tofu for sale tomorrow.

After soaking the beans, grinding the beans, filtering out the dregs, boiling and other steps, it was already midnight. According to the fact that one hour is equal to two hours, it should be the ugly time now.

Everyone was already very sleepy.

I lay on the bed and fell asleep, but I kept thinking about not oversleeping. After all, there was no alarm clock, and using the rooster's crow as an alarm clock was unreliable.

This thing calls at three o'clock in the middle of the night, at four o'clock, at five o'clock, and again at six o'clock.

If it weren't for the fact that the chicken was not his own, Chen Nian would have to teach it a lesson so that it would know what it means to have trouble come from the mouth.

Finally, on the second day, the sky gradually lightened up.

Chen Nian got up with dark circles under his eyes. After cleaning himself up, he took a look at Tofu.

Hey!

Her skin is white and tender, and her jade-like delicate skin is like that of a girl just out of the bath. When touched lightly, she trembles slightly, like a frightened little rabbit, which makes people pity her.

Take the knife and gently cut off a piece and put it in your mouth.

Ho!

Absolutely awesome! (broken sound——)

It was a success the first time. Chen Nian was so excited that he punched the air on the spot with a set of up, down, left, right, left, and right ABAB combination punches.

Chen Nian is very satisfied with the tofu he made. Although Chen Nian has not specifically learned how to make tofu in experimental classes, he has learned the relevant principles. Tofu is generally made with brine. The basic principle is to denature and clump the protein, and then solidify it.

Form into tofu.

However, based on my experience, it is best to use lactone tofu for this Wensi tofu.

Although the tofu produced now is relatively tender, it is still not as good as lactone tofu.

However, the preparation of glucolide belongs to the category of chemical engineering. Chen Nian felt that he could not make this thing with his current conditions.

So let’s wait until later to talk about the inner fat, but Chen Nian thinks he can try making gypsum tofu tonight.

Afterwards, Chen Nian loaded the tofu into the cart, and then inserted the rattle he got from Zhang Fugui yesterday into his cart. Then, Chen Nian pushed the cart while the rattle kept ringing.

I don’t know whether Zhang Fugui deliberately avoided him or for some other reason, but Chen Nian did not meet him this morning.

We arrived at Tianning Temple with ease.

He was still the same young monk yesterday. After he went into the kitchen and put down his things, Chen Nian asked again: "Little master, can I go to worship Buddha again today?"

"Of course, the donor already went there yesterday, so you can go by yourself today."

"Thank you."

Then Chen Nian headed towards the Main Hall impatiently.

When he came to the main hall, the monk he had just glanced at yesterday was still sitting there.

After seeing Chen Nian, the other party also had a look of surprise on his face.

This time, Chen Nian came directly to the other party with a smile on his face.

"Master, I think we are destined."

"Amitabha, all of this is the guidance of the Buddha."

"edge."

“Indescribably wonderful~”

The two of them just sang and harmonized. Although this was the second time they saw each other and the first conversation, they seemed to be old acquaintances.

"Amitabha, please come here, donor." Wen Si stood up, hung a rosary in one hand, stood on his chest, and made a gesture of invitation with the other hand.

"That's exactly what I meant."

Coming to a Zen room, Chen Nian and Wen Si sat across from each other.

"Yesterday, I heard the words of the benefactor. There is a time in life, but there is no time in life. Don't force it. The more the young monk listened to it, the more he felt the mystery of Zen. Therefore, he had the intention to make friends with the benefactor. I don't know how the benefactor felt about being with the poor monk.

Destined?"

Chen Nian heard the other party's thoughts so simply that he just wanted to make friends with himself.

I can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Master, I want to learn cooking from you."

"Cooking?"

"That's right, it's the tofu soup that can cut tofu as thin as hair."

Chen Nian did not say it was Wensi Tofu, after all, it is not called that name yet.

"So it's this. It's so simple. I wonder if the donor could use breakfast?"

"No." Chen Nian shook his head.

"Amitabha, you might as well follow this poor monk."

Immediately afterwards, Chen Nian got up and went to the kitchen with Wen Si.

The aged tofu delivered in the morning is still there.

I saw Wen Si taking a piece and then picking up the knife next to it.

I picked up a piece of carrot and started slicing it, first into slices and then into shreds. Every time I dropped the knife, it was as thin as a cicada, and you could even see it from one side to the other.

A piece of radish, I don’t know how many slices it was cut into.

Then put it in a small plate.

Then I cut a small square piece from a large piece of tofu.

Same steps, first slice and then cut into shreds.

Chen Nian's eyes were fixed on the opponent's movements, the direction of cutting the tofu, and the role of each finger in cutting the tofu.

The retraction speed of Wen Si's index fingers on his left and right hands basically reached a delicate balance, and the knife continued to rise and fall with this rhythm, neither fast nor slow, without any pause in the middle.

It goes up and down, in and out, in a cycle, just like a machine, without any mistakes.

The whole process is extremely pleasing to the eye.

This can no longer be described as watching, it must be described as watching!
Chapter completed!