It is rare that the stove house in Fuqiu Temple has smoke again, and it is also rare that the Taoists in Fuqiu Temple are full of longing for the stove house.

But this time is different from before. In the kitchen house, most of the time, there were only the junior sister and Lin Jue. The junior sister made the fire and Lin Jue cooked. Only when Lin Jue asked the senior brothers to do something, they would come in and take care of him.

It was done as promised. But for the first meal back today, the junior sister was still lighting the fire and Lin Jue was cooking, but there were three more Taoist boys surrounding them.

The young apprentice whom the Second Senior Brother had just accepted was named Yan Lingxiao. He took his surname after him because he was not familiar with Lin Jue yet and was very young. He was timid and did not dare to speak. He only stood quietly by the side.

But Ji Yin and Ji Yang talked a lot.

"Ninth Master Ninth Master, why don't we have a Third Master?"

"Ask your eighth uncle!"

"Eighth Senior Uncle, Eighth Senior Uncle, why don't we have a Third Senior Uncle?'

"Ask your ninth uncle."

"Why are you asking me? It's none of my business!"

"——.

The two little Taoist boys were confused.

"I know! It's the same as Senior Ma from Scissor Peak, Master, who can't count!" Ji Yang said firmly!

"Pa..."

The junior sister patted his head.

Ji Yang held his head, but became even more confused.

The younger junior sister had to think for a moment before saying, "It's because your third junior uncle is free and easy-going by nature and likes to travel around the world. In addition, he is chased around by a female ghost, and he has no fixed address, so he can only send us letters."

, we couldn’t send him a letter, so he didn’t know we were coming back to get together, so he didn’t come back.”

Ji Yin and Ji Yang were stunned for a moment and thought seriously.

"He was ghosted by a female!"

"How scary!"

The two Taoist boys quickly grasped the key point.

But the kitchen house soon became quiet.

Because they saw that Uncle Eighth Master had already made flour.

Ji Yin and Ji Yang had experienced this deeply, and had already made up their minds that since their master was not good enough, they could only do it themselves, and they must learn from the Eighth Master Uncle!

Little Lingxiao didn't know this. He only knew that the man called Master pushed him out and told him to study hard. He had no choice but to raise his head and watch as seriously as possible.

One bowl of flour, two bowls of flour, three bowls of flour-···

Pour into a basin.

Added a little more salt,

The three Taoist boys watched eagerly.

"A little salt should be added to the flour to make the dough more elastic, tougher and taste better.

In short, there are many benefits." Lin Jue saw their eyes and found it funny, so he explained, "Then we will add some water to the basin————Your master is really good. You want to eat but don't want to learn.

Send you out to do hard work!"

Ji Yin and Ji Yang didn't dare to talk and couldn't take their eyes away.

Xiao Lingxiao scratched his head.

As the explanation continued, the dough was gradually kneaded, divided into small portions, and the sealing oil was placed aside.

Lin Jue cut the winter bamboo shoots on the mountain and the bacon he brought back from the capital. He only heard the words "light the fire". The little junior sister who was sitting in front of the stove and waiting for a long time blew into the stove and blew out the firewood.

Immediately a blazing flame ignited.

Heat the oil in the pot, and the bacon slides down the side of the pot with a slurping sound, quickly stimulating a rich aroma.

Seeing that the pieces in the pot were streaky, the thin parts became redder and redder in the high temperature, and the oil became translucent, Lin Jue stir-fried a few times, flipped the shovel, scooped up three pieces, and handed them to the three Taoist boys.

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The three Taoist boys were of different heights, but their movements were the same. They were stepping on wooden stakes or low stools, holding on to the stove, and stared at him eagerly.

"You are more diligent than your master today, and you are good at cooking the stove." Lin Jue said, "Thanks to you for holding the stove, otherwise the stove would collapse. According to the rules, you can eat before your master."

The three little Taoist boys looked at each other.

The little junior sister smiled and the senior brother came up with a new reason.

But looking at them, she knew what they were thinking.

The chaos in the world today is even worse than it was ten years ago. Before Ji Yin and Ji Yang were accepted as apprentices by their senior brothers, they were apprentices trained by the troupe. Even though they were only seven or eight years old, they had already started studying hard and doing hard work, and every day

He was still living a hard life. Ling Xiao was sold by his family, and they were not from a wealthy family.

They are just like their old selves.

The rule that senior brother mentioned before is that people in the kitchen have the right to taste the food first, especially children.

This is something I have never heard of before, and I only learned about it from my senior brother.

This is a completely different rule from Yamashita.

Naturally, I have never heard of these three nephews.

At first, I thought that this would be disrespectful to the elders of my sect. Naturally, these three nephews would also think so.

The experience of being fed by her senior brother in the kitchen together on the pretext of "taste the saltiness first" has now become the most profound and beautiful memory in her heart. She wants to wait until these three little Taoist boys grow up.

The scene will probably be unforgettable in their hearts.

The junior sister couldn't help but think so when she saw the three Taoist boys reaching out one by one, carefully twisting the pieces of meat and putting them into their mouths.

Just as she was thinking about it, another spatula with a piece of meat was stretched out in front of her.

"Even if you light the fire, you will have merit."

Not only her, but also foxes and raccoon dogs. They were licking each other's fur nearby. They didn't know what they were doing. Anyway, they had done something good and got a piece of meat to eat.

When I was cooking in the mountains, I looked like an ordinary Taoist who didn't know how to practice Taoism or magic, just like before.

Three meals a day, as well as all the grains, must be prepared by oneself. The disciples in Guanzhong each have their own strengths. Just like those who are good at ceramics have to make ceramic utensils according to the needs of their brothers, those who are good at cooking naturally have to make them according to the needs of their brothers.

The brothers prepared meals according to their preferences and tried their best to make them better.

It's just that it's much more lively and warm with apprentices around.

A pot of salty pork soup with winter bamboo shoots gradually simmers until it becomes shiny and oily on the surface, exuding a rich and oily aroma.

Lin Jue took out the flour pot again and asked the three little Taoist boys to wash their hands. Together with the little junior sister, they smoothed it out and made it wide, thin and big. The dough was like a piece of bedclothes, thrown into the pot and left to float.

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This is the dish that the senior brothers unanimously ordered.

After the noodles were cooked, the junior sister brought bowls one by one and placed them neatly on the stove.

Lin Jue holds the spoon open and leaves one bowl for each person.

The wide and thin noodle, snow-white, is floating in the white and shiny winter bamboo shoots and bacon soup base, sprinkled with a few green onions, and it is ready to be served.

This is tonight's dinner.

When Lin Jue went out, the sky had darkened. There were mostly middle-aged Taoists outside the door. Some moved tables and chairs to the ancient pine trees, some came in to serve food, some came to get chopsticks, and some asked their apprentices.

, have you learned the magical skills of Eighth Master Uncle?

Others stretched out their hands to borrow the sunset light and hung it under the pine branches to illuminate, like a lamp and the sun, spreading a gradient of yellow and red, and the white smoke rising from the bedding was very pyrotechnic.

"I declare: The method of making bedding will be the same as the magic of magic, and it will become a skill that our Fuqiu Peak disciples must learn from generation to generation!" Brother Seventh shouted with chopsticks, "Start from the next generation!"

"You're awesome, junior brother." Sixth senior brother said, "Those who don't know better would think you are the master of the temple.'

"?Why does it sound like something that Third Senior Brother would say?"

"Hahaha-."

"Eat, eat!"

"Suck!"

"Junior brother's craftsmanship is still as good as before!"

"Indeed! It still tastes exactly the same as before!"

"It's a pity that Third Senior Brother can't eat it!"

"Is the third child afraid of suffering outside?"

"Who knows—."

As soon as I said this, I heard footsteps outside.

To be precise, the fox heard it first.
To be continued...