When the building was gone, Xia Yu finally heard the young monk with beautiful eyes muttering something, his words were faint and faint.

"Dragon face..."

"Bar Shou Pork, half-cooked soft-boiled eggs, seasonal vegetables, fresh green chopped green onions."

"Although it is said that the soul of a bowl of noodles lies in the soup base, this alkaline water wheat and Xianglong noodles are also deeply rooted in the essence of the pastry, so amazing!"

Xia Yu's eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Dragon face?

He was a little stunned.

For those who understand the knowledgeable, the word "dragon noodles" is equivalent to ramen.

In the early 20th century, the word ramen did not exist. At that time, the people of the island countries called Chinese ramen "dragon noodles". It was not until a large number of immigrants brought the ramen culture to the island countries that in order to cater to the tastes of the locals, overseas Chinese made soup with soy sauce, chicken bones and pork bones, and the birth of Japanese ramen was achieved.

Therefore, when Xia Yu heard the ancient title of "Dragon Face", he couldn't help but show a strange expression.

Hehei, it’s not his complaint that the island country’s generation pursues a relaxed generation, which is called Heisei’s abandoned house. Therefore, from the mouth of a “Heisei Pig”, Xia Yu was really shocked to hear this word containing food culture and tracing the origin of Japanese ramen.

The young monk stared at the ramen on the desk and was still mumbling.

Constant analysis and praise.

Later, Xia Yu frowned. Why did he turn around and say these few words?

"Hey!" Xia Yu said, "Is it okay if you don't go to morning class? Be careful that Shin-Naki's butt you."

"Morning class?"

The young monk finally raised his head, his somewhat dull eyes flashed for a moment, and then lowered his head, "The abbot said, I won't need morning classes in the future until I solve the puzzle in my heart."

"oh?"

Xia Yu moved his butt over and looked at the ramen on the table. "Does such a simple ramen have anything to do with the puzzle in your mind? It seems that you are quite entangled."

The boy asked back: "Do you know 'wasabi'?"

Xia Yu was choked.

"Don't you know?" Slight sighed, and the boy dipped his fingers in tea and wrote two extremely square Chinese characters on the table.

"It's this 'come'."

"Silent, silence."

Looking at the young monk with seriousness and even pious and beautiful face, Xia Yu felt a subtle feeling of pain.

He knows the word.

But together, uh, please forgive me for being a little bit less knowledgeable.

Completely unfamiliar, but with a strange attraction, as if there is a very important cooking secret hidden in the meaning of the word. Xia Yu was inexplicably imaginative and gradually became ecstatic. When his thoughts came back from the sky, the young monk was gone, and an old face, smiling, appeared nearby.

"What are you thinking?"

The owner of Shilin Temple, Abbot Ichima, sat on the tatami two or three steps away, and his body was like pine and cypress.

Xia Yu asked directly: "What is 'wai', what is 'silence'? What is 'wai'?"

Abbot Yizhen was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect Xia Yu to have any questions about Zen language. After pondering a little, he smiled and replied: "If you only point to Zen language, this set of words actually originated from the three Dharma seals of Hinayana Buddhism. All actions are impermanent, all dharmas have no self, and Nirvana is quiet. If you take apart the words and look at them separately, well, do you know that Qian Xiuli, a famous tea man in the Warring States Period? He created 'Ruo Tea', which has a profound impact on the tea ceremony."

After saying that, paused, Abbot Yizhen spit out three groups of words:

"Wait, mysterious, sad."

"After understanding them, you will have a deeper understanding of the island country's environment and things."

Abbot Ichima smiled and said, "Come with me."

Xia Yu followed.

In the abbot's garden of Shilin Temple, he stopped and stood on the corridor of the yard with Ichima. The courtyard in front of him was quite strange. At first glance, it was flat.

Without a drop of water, the ground was covered with a uniform layer of white sand, with a total of 15 stones embedded in various parts of the yard.

This probably symbolizes the pool and landscape scenery.

Xia Yu looked at the ground with the distribution patterns of white sand, which gave rise to an illusion that was almost "white waves", and thought in his heart.

"This is a garden of dry mountains and rivers, and it is also the essence of 'wasaki'." said Abbot Ichizhen.

Xia Yu was stunned, "I probably understand."

"Aesthetic interest?"

"Well, simple, close to nature?"

Abbot Yizhen showed his approval, "You really understand."

He continued to sing:

"Live people to live

I ate fir

Very comfortable

…”

This is a song of Waka, and Abbot Ichima sang it. Xia Yu's eyes gradually became brighter, and suddenly he hit his palm:

"It turns out that the little monk was telling me that 'wasaki' also exists in the cuisine."

Isn't it?

Since 'wasabi' represents a kind of aesthetic taste in neon people's treatment of things, then such aesthetics are not only reflected in tea ceremony, gardens, etc., cooking and food are also included in it.

Xia Yu hurriedly left, went to find the little monk and told him the answer.

Abbot Ichima watched him with a smile.

However, after searching all the temples, Xia Yu still couldn't find the little monk.

The next day.

Xia Yu got up early to wash up, rushed into the quiet canteen in the mountains before everyone in the temple.

I thought I had to wait for a while, but I knew that someone was earlier than me.

The steps stopped at the threshold. Xia Yu looked and saw the young monk with beautiful eyes again, dazed in front of a desk. However, unlike yesterday, today was too early, there was thick fog in the mountains and the light in the house was a little dim.

"Haha, I understand. Yesterday you wanted to tell me the existence of 'wasabi ramen' and the food meaning of 'wasabi'?" Xia Yu sat opposite the monk.

"Yes, I haven't eaten ramen in a long time."

The young monk looked up and said, "Can you make a bowl for me?"

Some cute eyes clearly show fluctuations when talking.

"this……"

Xia Yu was in trouble.

Hi, he can't say that we haven't fully understood the 'wasaki', so we can't make the so-called wasaki ramen. Looking at the young monk's pleading and earnest eyes, for some reason, Xia Yu's lips opened slightly, and he couldn't say such weak feelings as "I can't do it."

"I have a recipe." The young monk said, regardless of Xia Yu, dipped it in tea and wrote the words on the desktop with his fingertips, which were all traditional Chinese.

The noodles are ordinary noodles.

The soup base is cooked with chicken bones and feet, which is very ordinary.

Even the side dishes are well-known Japanese ramen shadows, char siu pork, and soft-boiled eggs...

Xia Yuhe took a light breath, and for a moment he felt like he was being fooled, and his expectations turned into a bubble. Ha, for such an ordinary recipe, do you tell me it is 'wasabi ramen'?

The young monk said again: "In fact, 'wasaki' is not something difficult to understand. It is opposite to 'beautiful external wisdom', in other words, 'beautiful external wisdom'."

“Outward, not important.”

"The key is to point directly to the simplicity of the origin."

Before Xia Yu could chew the meaning of these words, a palm suddenly stretched out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Is it so early today?" Aoki Sonta's words reached his ears, and Xia Yu's tense body suddenly relaxed. He turned around and glared at him, "I'm scared to death by you."

"Who are you talking to? I heard you chirping from a distance, so I heard the sound and came over and took a look..."

"ah?!"

In an instant, Xia Yu's hair stood up, "I'm following..."

Opposite the desk, the young monk was still there, lowering his head, but behind Xia Yu, Aoki Sect's face was strange, unlike being deliberately pretending to be a prank.

“…”

Goosebumps all over.

Frightened.
Chapter completed!