I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

When the officers and soldiers kicked open the gate of the Cai Mansion, Cai Jin was still sleeping soundly with his eighteen-bedroom concubine in his arms.

"My lord, if you have something to say, please say it. I, Cai, always abide by the law and never do anything illegal. My lord, is there some misunderstanding?"

Cai Jin begged for mercy in a low voice, took out a stack of bank notes from his arms and handed them to the leading officers and soldiers.

"Tsk, obey the law? If you have anything to say, go to the lobby and say it."

The leading officers and soldiers didn't even look at the bank notes, their eyes were full of contempt.

Cai Jin was at a loss. He didn't know that several of his old dens had been turned upside down, and even the closed yard had been knocked open.

Wu Zuo led his team to dig up the corpses of more than a dozen young children in one go, all of which had been skinned and changed beyond recognition.

In addition to the clothes on the body, which are still vaguely discernible, even if the biological parents came, they would not be able to recognize them all at once.

Those parents who got the news early in the morning and lost their children all rushed over to identify them, and the scene was full of miserable mourning and crying.

Among them, a pair of parents with full hair and hair were crying so hard that they couldn't make a sound, and in the end they just cried and passed out.

It's really pitiful and lamentable to get a child when you grow old, and to become a white-haired person to give a black-haired person in the end.

Chi Ming stood behind these onlookers.

Her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, a little choked and a little sad.

The case was clearly solved, but his heart was extremely heavy.

These poor parents are afraid that they will never be able to heal the pain of losing their children for the rest of their lives.

When Cai Jin was escorted out by the officials, all the people around him angrily threw rotten eggs and rotten vegetables on him.

Instead of being angry, he smiled, staring at those people with gloomy mouse eyes, like a masked clown showing a terrifying bright smile.

Suddenly, his eyes locked on the direction where Chi Ming was standing, and as if provocative, he licked his tongue at Chi Ming and showed a meaningful smile.

Finally I find you……

Chi Ming felt uncomfortable being stared at by such viscous and disgusting eyes.

He cursed inwardly, and taking advantage of the commotion of the crowd, he smashed the pot of dog feces and urine mixed with black dog blood that he had prepared on Cai Jin's forehead.

Cai Jin couldn't dodge it in time, he only felt that his eyes were dark, and a mass of foul-smelling things spread across his head and covered his face, and then slowly flowed from his forehead to his mouth.

"I'll kill you! I'm going to cram your tendons, peel your skin, and drink with your meat!" Cai Jin suddenly lost control, and rushed towards Chi Ming ferociously like a mad beast.

The two officials behind him held him tightly, and even punched him mercilessly in the stomach.

"Be honest! Otherwise, I don't mind letting you, a bastard, suffer now."

Cai Jin's hands and feet were restrained, but his eyes were staring at Chi Ming's direction viciously, his mouth kept roaring, and his face was covered with black blood, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"I know you did it."

"I won't let you go!"

This is what Chi Ming read from the lip shape of the other party.

Tsk, whoever doesn't let it go doesn't know yet.

Chi Ming didn't take it seriously either.

After all, he believed that with the person he was, the case was a certainty, and it would only be a matter of time before Cai Jin was sentenced and executed.

But how did Cai Jin know that he was the official?

This is a bit intriguing.

Thinking about agreeing to the old man, Chi Ming didn't delay, hired a carriage, took his things and went to Chijue Temple.

According to the clues provided by the old man, he quickly found their family's grave at the foot of the mountain.

The tomb still looks new, but weeds have grown all around because no one has taken care of it.

Chi Ming was a good man and did it to the end. He spent some time cleaning up all the weeds around him before burying the things in the ground.

After finishing these, Chi Ming was ready to go back.

"Benefactor, wait." The soft and soft voice stopped him.

"Little monk, what do you want from me?" Chi Ming looked back, but it was a little monk.

The little monk was standing on the mountain path with a smile. He looked small, only six or seven years old. He was wearing a yellow monk uniform that was obviously too big, and there was a string of round miniature Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

"Benefactor, the little monk sees that your seal is black, and I am afraid that there will be bloody disasters recently. The little monk has a safe talisman here, which can help you avert disaster."

The little monk seriously took out a crumpled peace talisman, his eyes were clean and clear, like a lake.

Chi Ming smiled, feeling that he had met a fake monk.

How can a real monk say to everyone he meets, benefactor, I see that your seal is black. Isn't this a standard quotation from a magic stick.

"Thank you."

Probably because he couldn't bear to reject the sincere and shining eyes of the little monk, Chi Ming took the wrinkled peace talisman over.

"Thirty copper coins, thank you benefactor."

The little monk's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile, and he stretched out a small white hand.

Chi Ming had an expression that I knew, but he wasn't angry.

However, he really didn't have much copper money on him, but he did have a few silver bills, which would be paid to the blacksmith and the kiln owner later.

He searched all over his body and found only three copper coins.

He hesitated whether to return the peace talisman to the little monk.

The little monk's eyes widened, thinking that this man dressed like a dog looks like a rich man, how could he be poorer than this little monk, he is really Amitabha, he is guilty of sins,

He thought three coppers would be three coppers, it was better than nothing.

Anyway, it was his first business down the mountain, and he made this talisman casually, and he kept it in his pocket for more than half a year.

"I don't have change with me. How about this? I'll exchange it with you for candy." Thinking that children generally like to eat candy, Chi Ming took out a handful of candy from his pocket and stuffed them all into the little monk's hands.

"In that case, then I'll try to make it harder." The little monk's eyes lit up obviously when he saw the candy, but he quickly pretended to be a little reluctant and said.

"Benefactor, does your family live in Tongjun Mansion?"

"Well, yes."

Chi Ming thought about it, and he really wanted to stay there for a while, so he didn't deny it.

"That's great, benefactor, can the little monk borrow your carriage for a ride." The little monk showed his neat and white teeth.

"Okay." But it was by the way.

It's just that there is no adult around such a small child, so he is a little hesitant.

When Chi Ming looked at the little monk, he noticed that he was carrying a small package with the same color as his clothes.

As if seeing Chi Ming's worry, the little monk asked again: "Benefactor, do you think it's not safe for the little monk to go down the mountain alone?"

Is there even a question?If he takes people away, will the abbot on the mountain ask him to settle accounts?

Chi Ming nodded.

"Benefactor, the little monk is very good at martial arts, and he is not afraid of bad people. In fact, the little monk doesn't want to go down the mountain, but the master said that the little monk has a disaster in his life, and the noble person who can help the little monk resolve the disaster has appeared, let the little monk go down the mountain as soon as possible."

The little monk frowned, like a small bitter gourd, he had already begun to miss his master and senior brothers.

In the end, Chi Ming picked up the little monk, and after seeing him fly to a tree with ease and kick a stone of a hundred kilograms away with one kick, his worries were completely put down.

How could this be a child of six or seven years old who has no strength to restrain a chicken? He is obviously a little monk of Vajra!

The little monk didn't speak all the way, but sat with his eyes closed and chanted sutras.

The little monk actually wanted to take out his favorite little wooden fish in the small package and knock it out, after all, it was more ritualistic.

But in the end he held back.

The master said that when he is away from home, he should try his best to be a polite little monk who does not bother others. He is afraid that the noise will cause the donor to close his eyes and meditate.

But what surprised the little monk was that he found it very comfortable to be with this person beside him. Just now he had a new understanding and epiphany about the Buddhist scriptures, and he fell into meditation easily.

Chi Ming leaned against the wall of the car with his eyes closed all the way, thinking about how to make the restaurant more profitable in a short period of time.

For some reason, he always felt restless along the way, and this feeling became stronger the closer he got to Fucheng.

From a distance, there were obviously twice as many soldiers at the gate of the city than when they left the city in the morning, and they were carefully checking the passers-by.

"Who are the people in the car?" A soldier opened the curtain with a sword, and was stunned for a few seconds when he saw Chi Ming and the little monk.

The coachman rubbed his nose and said expressionlessly: "Master, we are all law-abiding people. We left the city in the morning to go to Chijue Temple, and we will come back after finishing our work."

The soldier thought of the little monk he saw just now, and thought of the scenes he saw in the morning. No wonder this man wanted to invite the monk to his home for salvation. Even now he feels palpitations.

It's just why don't you invite an older monk, that young monk is obviously young, and I'm afraid he hasn't reached home yet.

"Go in." The soldier didn't notice anything unusual, so he let Tong go.

Chi Ming lifted the curtain, glanced at the long line of people preparing to leave the city, and a flash of thought flashed in his eyes.

"It's really a crime. Cai Jin, the evil ghost who killed thousands of swords, ran away while his family was visiting at noon."

"No way! Wouldn't we be in danger if a heinous person like him ran out?"

"That's right, everyone is panicking now, and they don't even dare to go out."

Ran?

Chi Ming frowned, and finally understood what was going on with the strong uneasiness just now.

The little monk parted ways with Chi Ming after entering the city gate.

As a thank you, he stuffed another crumpled peace talisman into Chi Ming's hand.

Chi Ming looked at the two equally wrinkled and ugly peace symbols in his hands, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

It's just that he didn't dislike it, and put it in his pocket casually.

The tea tree essence is lying in the backyard and basking comfortably in the sun, with white camellias constantly popping out of the top of its head, making the yard fragrant inside and out.

Seeing Chi Ming push the door in, the tea tree spirit hurriedly got up.

"Master, the sanitation in the restaurant has been improved." Chacha had an expression of begging for compliments, and the camellia on her head was hidden again at some point.

"Good job, I'll give you an extra meal tonight, and I'll make you whatever you like." Chi Ming looked at the spotless tables and chairs and was very satisfied.

"I want hot and sour noodles. It's the kind that the master made before. It's sour and delicious." Chacha looked excited. Apart from eating soil, he also likes acidic food.

He has been remembering it ever since he ate hot and sour powder once.He missed the feeling of being sour and spicy and sweating profusely after eating.

"Hot and sour noodles, right? Wait." Chi Ming didn't expect Chacha to like hot and sour noodles.

Considering that he was going to the city, he brought most of the things in Zaoyun Village, big and small bags, large and small pots, so that Bai Yao stored them in the space of the recipe.

The vermicelli was made by him before, and the material is also very simple, using sweet potato flour.However, in this era, there is no machine for mixing sweet potatoes, so it took him a lot of effort to make more than [-] catties of vermicelli.

It can be said that it is one less time to eat. If you want to eat again, you have to buy some sweet potatoes to make it.

People in this era still don’t know how to make vermicelli. Most farmers grow sweet potatoes just because sweet potatoes can satisfy hunger and satiety, and because of the large yield, they can be grown even in high mountains without occupying farmland.

Chi Ming soaked the vermicelli in hot water, and began to think about whether to buy some sweet potatoes to make some vermicelli. If the spring of next year comes, the sweet potatoes in the farmers' homes will probably sprout.

The hot and sour powder has a hot and sour taste, which is very appetizing for some people with poor appetite.

If you want to make authentic hot and sour noodles, hemp, spicy, fresh, fragrant and sour are also essential.

The restaurant facilities are generally satisfactory to Chi Ming, but the current shortage of funds will gradually improve after earning money.But what satisfied him most was the big kitchen in front of him.

A pleasing kitchen can arouse the chef's desire to cook.

Chi Ming put on an apron, poured the vegetable oil into the pot, waited for the oil inside to keep bubbling, and then poured the peanuts in.

When frying peanuts, pay attention to the heat. The fire should not be rushed. If the fire is too fast, the outer shell of the peanuts will be burnt and affect the taste.It needs to be fried slowly with a medium-low heat, and stir-fried repeatedly with a shovel until you hear the crackling sound of peanuts in the oil pan, and the outer shell of the peanuts begins to become golden and crispy, then use a colander to remove and drain the inside. Oil, after the oil temperature comes up, pour it into the short-term frying for a few seconds and remove it.

After frying a plate of oily peas in the same way, Chi Ming began to prepare the base.

Chop green onion, garlic, ginger, sesame, and chili and mix them together, pour in salt, vinegar, and soy sauce, and then heat the oil until it is boiling hot and pour it on the bottom material.

With the sound of barking, a strong, sour and hot smell rushed straight to the tip of the nose.

Add the vermicelli that has been cooked in the broth, stir from the bottom with chopsticks, and finally sprinkle a handful of chopped green onion, capers, peanuts and oil peas, and a bowl of smooth and chewy hot and sour noodles is ready.

Chacha didn't know when she had gathered around, and as soon as she heard that the meal was ready, she immediately picked up a small stool and sat down.

Bai Yao knocked on the bowl and wailed, waiting to eat.

Chi Ming put a big bowl full of hot and sour noodles in front of the two of them, causing them to take a deep breath.

Yellow and emerald peas, plump peanuts, emerald green scallions, and hot and sour capers are all dotted in the bright red oil, exuding a hot and sour aroma.

The two looked at each other tacitly, and in the end neither paid any attention to the other, and began to try their best to instigate fans.

For a while, only the sound of "suction", "suction" and the sound of chewing were left.

Chi Ming had a bit of a loss of appetite, and he kept thinking about Cai Jin's escape, and what he thought of was the few words he said to himself before he was arrested.

Then there is what the little monk said.

The connection of the pieces made him a little uneasy.

I don't know if that daring person will really come to settle accounts with him tonight.

The author has something to say:

Chi Ming waved his fist: Come on, who is afraid of whom (bushi)