Chapter 111: The Duel between Crispy Suckling Pigeon and Vegetable

In an instant, the old monk shook in front of her with two pigeons with their skins, and said flutteringly: "Little brother, close your mouth! I'll help you get the pigeons dry!"

Le Youyou looked at the old monk who had unfathomable internal strength and his martial arts were even more incomprehensible. He felt admiration in his heart. After both hands, he took a step back slightly and widened the distance between the two.

What is fear?

At this moment, Le Youyou was in awe in his heart - awe and fear coexisted. She was very afraid that the old monk would accidentally kill her with one mistake.

She sniffed, and looked at the hot oil pan and smoked slightly, and a confident smile appeared on her face. She quickly slid the pigeon into the oil pan, "Zhi—"

The fragrant peanut oil spread the meaning of meat. As time goes by, the smell of meat completely covers the smell of peanut oil. The fragrant meat pulled the iron hook in her hand, and two pigeons that were fried slightly yellow came out of the oven. The old monk who was guarding the side asked in confusion: "Okay?"

She shook her head silently, and once again slid the pigeons in her hand into the oil pan, allowing the pigeons to fry in the oil pan, and equipped them with side dishes that are good to know.

"Bar--"

A nearly inaudible crispy sound was heard. The old monk watched Le Youyou quickly return to the stove and carefully said that the two pigeons in the oil pan were snatched up.

The golden pigeon broke out of the oil pan and broke out like a seed. The originally light meat fragrance in the air suddenly became strong, causing the saliva in his mouth to secrete even more vigorously. The old monk looked at her hanging the two pigeons in one place and asked anxiously: "Okay?"

"Wait a little longer! Drain the excess oil!" She poured the potato strips cut into the pot and fryed them. As soon as she raised her head, she saw the old monk trying to use the same trick again. She couldn't help but shout loudly: "Stop! Drying the oil with internal force will destroy the pigeon's flesh!" She looked back at the old monk and stopped the internal force in her hand. Unexpectedly, the old monk said that the pigeon's legs were pulled off the next moment.

The crispy outside sounded, and the exposed pigeon meat was tender and seductive. The fragrant gravy slowly flowed down the pigeon meat, which made the old monk's eyes lit up and he quickly bit the pigeon leg in his hand.

The crispy pigeon meat on the outside and tender inside is run-in with the teeth, and the fragrance extends down the mouth. The plain taste buds are melted by the softness and tenderness of the pigeon meat. You can eat the remaining pigeon meat without hesitation.

The slightly salty taste buds faded as the gravy moved in. The pigeon meat that melted in his mouth made him feel that his tongue had disappeared, his mouth became a world, and he became a pigeon like Zhuang Zhou, wandering in the touch brought to him by his taste buds.

Le Youyou looked at the old monk not afraid of the heat and ate pigeon meat. She took the fries and drained them with oil and sprinkled them with fine salt and threw them. Then she put the two pigeons down from the iron hook and placed them on the plate.

She moved the side dishes, crispy pigeons and fries to the stone table in the kitchen yard with the mountain view and picked up a fries and chewed them slowly and waited for the old monk to make a bad vegetarian dish.

Le Youyou slowly ate her crispy pigeon. The crispy pigeon at her mouth made her squint her eyes in satisfaction. The crispy skin was the first to open her taste buds. Because the moisture was strongly used by the old monk to push back the pigeon (meat) pussy that the old monk used his internal strength to look back was a little more tender. The pink pigeon meat came into her eyes, and her red lips opened and bit the pigeon meat.

She was slightly stunned and murmured: "As it turns out, the mountain pigeon meat is a little stronger than the usual pigeon meat, and the meat is firm and not old... It seems that the crispy suckling pigeons in the future can only be used!"

After she was hungry, she chewed the crispy pigeon in her hand and found that the old monk walked to the table with two dishes in his hands and a plate of dishes on his head, "Little brother, come and try it!"

She looked at the pastry tofu meatballs that the old monk had put on the table first, and she quickly picked up a ball and put it into her mouth. However, the pastry tofu meatballs of people who were not hot on the outside were not hot.

The moment she bit her, the fragrant soup broke out, making her reluctant to let go. After her tongue was burned to death, the old monk looked at Le Youyou and ate with tears in tears and smiled kindly, "Eat slowly! More..."

She said in a mess that she swallowed the pastry tofu meatballs in her mouth. When she was about to fight back against the old monk, she found the second dish of vegetarian fish-flavored shredded pork.

"Old monk, you are lying! You actually used real shredded meat!" She picked up a shredded meat and shook it in front of the old monk. Unexpectedly, the old monk smiled mysteriously and took out a thousand pieces cut into the size of shredded meat from his sleeve, completely hit Le Youyou's face with facts. She looked at the old monk half-doubtedly and sent the shredded meat into her mouth.

Suddenly, her brow raised and her eyes lit up. She looked at the old monk in surprise, chewing slowly and swallowing the ever-changing thousand Zhangs in his mouth, "Master! How did you do it? A small thousand Zhang can actually taste the taste of shredded pork, but this is not the most wonderful place. Why can the toughness of thousand Zhangs be compared with shredded pork?" The old monk smiled without saying a word and put the vegetarian noodles on his head in front of her that night.

The five-color noodles floated quietly in the clear soup. She glanced at the old monk sitting opposite her, touched the bowl with both hands, and the cold touch of the tentacles made her look at the old monk in shock again, "Five-color cold noodles... The treasure of Wutai Temple Zhen Temple."

"Eat it! Young man!" The old monk chewed the slightly cool crispy pigeon. She slowly picked up the thin five-color noodles as thin as hair. The orange-red noodles were made of carrot juice, which was light in taste but natural with the clear soup;

The red noodles are made of beetroot juice, which has a sweet taste that does not snatch other noodles. The green noodles are made of spinach juice, which has a fresh texture that increases the whole bowl of noodles by one level;

Purple noodles and orange-yellow noodles are made of purple potato juice and yellow potato juice respectively. The two are coarse grains that add a rough texture to the noodles.

Each of the noodles in the five-color noodles has its own spring and autumn, which made her unable to help but finish the whole bowl of noodles, and her mood couldn't calm down for a long time. When she recovered, she found that the old monk had buried the pigeon bones they had eaten. She asked laughed and cried: "Master! Why do you want to buried your bones?"

"Return to nature! They die for us..." The old monk kept talking and following Le Youyou's promotion of Buddhism. She had just eaten and drank enough and had the patience to listen to his Mahayana Buddhism. However, she did not know that this time listening to the Dharma made her turn into good fortune in the future and gradually grow up.

The old monk and Le Youyou left the kitchen with satisfaction. After Le Youyou followed the old monk to travel to one-quarter of Wutai Temple, the two stopped in front of the Main Hall.

Le Youyou looked at the various glazed tiles on the Main Hall, and many milky white stone pillars were erected from front of the door to the hall. She was so bored that she started several stone pillars in the Main Hall.

The old monk turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and said calmly: "Female donor! No need to count, there are 72 stone pillars in the Great Hall, which symbolize the 72 famous mountains in the Tianheng Continent. Each stone pillar carved the scenery of each famous mountain..." Le Youyou nodded as if it was like this, but she suddenly grasped the key point - the female donor.

She felt guilty and had a knot on her tongue, "You, you...how... know?" The old monk looked at her and smiled without saying a word, and her compassion made her unable to delve into it.

"Yuyou--"

Gu Ming's voice suddenly broke into the ears of the two people. She responded quickly, turned her head to look at Gu Ming running and Ye Yan who was walking slowly. When she turned around and wanted to introduce them to the old monk.

But she suddenly found that the old monk had disappeared without a trace, but the old monk's voice sounded in his ears, "Female donor! If you want to dress up as a man in the future, remember to wipe the holes of your ears... I'm going to do your homework! See you--"

She turned around and found that the old monk had really left. She waved helplessly in the air. Ye Yan looked at Le Youyou very otherwise, "What's wrong?"

Le Youyou pressed Gu Ming one meter to prevent Gu Ming from smelling the crispy pigeon on her body. "It's okay... It's okay..." She replied to Ye Yan quietly, who gritted his teeth and turned around helplessly, "Let's go! Go back to the backyard for dinner..."

"Well..." Le Youyou said lightly, and looked at Ye Yan's tall back and sighed helplessly.

"Yuyou! Why do you have a smell of meat on your body? Is it..." Gu Ming suddenly asked about the smell on her body. She hurriedly covered his mouth and glared at him, "Fifth Prince! You can't say such offending Buddha in Buddhist places..."
Chapter completed!