I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

"Go ahead."

Chi Ming didn't really want to eat candied haws, he was just curious about the taste of ancient candied haws.

He had never eaten this before.

He seldom went out when he was a child, and it was even more impossible for him to deliberately buy these small snacks on the street when he grew up.

The little monk happily took the candied haws and couldn't wait to take a bite.

The sweet and sour taste melted in his mouth, he narrowed his eyes happily, and then spit out a few yellow hawthorn seeds.

"My master is an eminent monk, and he helped the county government to solve several strange cases. The magistrate of Tongfu Lord happened to know me, so I told him that Cai Jin was a witchcraft, and my master dealt with it privately. "

"Is the county guard called Lin Xun?" Chi Ming was deeply impressed by this man because he had handled several sensational cases in the future.

"It's him." The little monk happily bit off a hawthorn and put it in his mouth, his mouth became bulging.

"I'm going back, can you go?" Chi Ming didn't continue to ask, Cai Jin's business was over, but what really bothered him was the recipe task.

"Well, it's getting dark, it's time to go back."

The little monk glanced at the setting sun.

It's a pity that I was empty-handed and didn't do anything today.

The door of that house was closed, and they just didn't listen to him. It seemed that they came to him for help only after suffering.

After all, he was the one with sharp eyesight, the first to see that the family was abnormal, just wait.

The little monk frantically followed behind Chi Ming, staring at the extremely smelly stinky tofu without blinking. He had struggled for a long time, but he still didn't have the courage to try.

Forget it, it smells like rancid water, he really can't take it anymore.

Chi Ming was baffled by him, and saw him nodding and shaking his head.

He doesn't understand the world of a child, let alone a young monk with some knowledge.

Because he didn't eat to his heart's content at noon, Chi Ming simply made a Jiangnan-style snack to satisfy his cravings. Similar to the ancient sticks, there are many breakfast shops in the south.

However, due to differences in production and ingredients, modern places have different names, some are called horsetails, some are called pancake tubes, and some are called spring rolls.

Chi Ming made the dough himself, and the stir-fried ingredients in it were shredded taro, vermicelli, celery, radish, shredded chicken, and bean sprouts, all of which were relatively common.

The freshly battered dough can be eaten as soon as the fried filling is wrapped. If you like a stronger taste, you can fry the dough with a little hot oil on all sides until golden.

Chi Ming was afraid of getting angry, so he wrapped it up and eaten it.

Chacha tastes similar to him, and prefers light and delicious food.On the contrary, the little monk and Bai Yao agreed that the pan-fried pancake was fragrant and crispy, taking a bite and pairing it with mixed fillings, it was extremely delicious.

Chi Ming was originally worried that the stuffing would be fried too much, and he would not be able to finish it at night, so he planned to save it for tomorrow morning. Unexpectedly, those foodies just ate empty pots, empty pots, empty bowls, and even a pot of clear water boiled over a slow fire. The porridge was also eaten cleanly.

Chi Ming was still awakened the next day by the sound of the little monk's wooden fish.

Chi Ming didn't continue to sleep on the bed this time, thinking that all the custom-made items will arrive today, it is inevitable that he will feel a little itchy, thinking about going out early to bring the things back.

The little monk sat cross-legged on the bed, knocking on the wooden fish very regularly, and there was a yellow leather scripture book with frayed edges at his feet.

Recently, he seemed to have realized something again, and he was in a very good mood. He couldn't help but feel a little smug about his ten toes.

Although he misses his master and senior brothers a little bit now, when he thinks that if he returns to the mountain, he will never be able to eat such delicious food again.

The little monk shook his head, he seemed a little unwilling.

Anyway, the master didn't say when he would go back. If he really missed them, he might as well go back and stay for a few days.

He licked his lips, absent-mindedly.

Last night's cones were so delicious he wanted them in the morning.

In the morning, Chi Ming made soup dumplings and multigrain pancakes.

There are still a lot of ingredients left from last night, which is enough for him to mix and match.

The steps of making multigrain pancakes and egg pancakes are similar. The difference is that multigrain pancakes use flour, multigrain powder, cornmeal and noodles, which taste more crispy, thin and fragrant; egg pancakes use flour and eggs, and the taste is softer and palatable.

There is no modern bottled ready-made sweet noodle sauce and seafood sauce. Chi Ming stir-fries it with oil, green onion, ginger, tempeh, sesame, and salt. After the aroma is released, add a small amount of water to make the sauce.

The stuffing of the soup dumplings is made of pork skin jelly, chicken feet jelly, mixed with finely chopped meat, and added with onion and ginger water to remove the fishy smell.

Bai Yao was drawn out by the aroma of the soup dumpling and the wheat aroma of the pancake fruit.

"It smells so good~"

Bai Yao yawned continuously, her eyes were not fully opened, her nose was already sniffing vigorously like a puppy.

The second person who appeared at the door of the kitchen with his head poking around was the little monk who disturbed his sleep in the early morning.

The little monk leaned on the door frame with his two little hands, only poking out a small, bald head, and said with a rather surprised expression: "Chi Benefactor, you got up really early today~"

"Come over and have breakfast together." Chi Ming was busy making pancakes, and didn't have time to look back.

The little monk blinked, slipped in and found a place to sit down.Because he was too short, his feet couldn't even touch the ground, and they dangled happily like swinging on a swing.

"Master Chi, I don't eat green onions, and I don't like eggs either." Chi Ming paused when he knocked on the egg, and the egg in his hand walked around and returned to the bowl beside him.

Eggs are so nutritious, the little monk actually doesn't eat eggs.

Chi Ming shook his head, pancakes without eggs are soulless.

Wrap the cooked green vegetables, sausage, vermicelli, and shredded potatoes into the crispy and thin crust, and brush a thick layer of sauce on it, before handing it to the little monk who was waiting quietly.

The little monk was so greedy that his saliva was drooling, and he took a big bite as soon as he got it.

"Delicious! Benefactor Chi, you are really amazing!"

The little monk made a secret decision, wherever the benefactor Chi went, he would go there!Never take back.

He wolfed down a pancake, and picked up his chopsticks to bite into the thin-skinned bun.

"The soup inside is very hot, be careful." Chi Ming stopped immediately.

Ah, the little monk's wide mouth narrowed a little bit, and he took a small bite cautiously.

The delicious soup immediately flowed out.

"It's so hot~"

While hissing and blowing, the little monk continued to suck the soup, not wanting to wait for a moment.

Chacha didn't show up, but Bai Yao said that he seemed to have loosened his bottleneck last night, and went to retreat, and he didn't know when he would leave.

Chi Ming originally thought that Chacha could be regarded as a helper, but now he is fine, and he went to retreat directly.

After eating, Chi Ming lost the interest to continue to try the food, so he went to the iron frame shop to get the props he customized a few days ago.

There are five in total, boning knife, fish fillet knife, paring knife, slicing knife, and the last one is a kitchen knife made by him with a lot of money. The handle is made of chicken wing wood, and the blade is very thin. Much lighter.

As a cook, kitchen knives are the chef's favorite, just like swords are the favorite of the Jianghu people. This status is as important as the wife and cannot be shaken.

Of course Chi Ming is no exception.

In Zaoyun Village, I had to go to the county town to find a blacksmith to do it.Probably due to limited skills, I didn't quite like it after trying it a few times, but the one in front of me is very handy once I use it.

Chi Ming readily paid the final payment, put away a few knives, and hired a driver to pick up the goods from the tile kiln factory.

The dishes and basins are all in one set, the pattern is a pattern designed by him himself, the overall color is light green, it looks like crystal clear jade from a distance, and the craftsmanship is very exquisite.

When he tapped the edge of the bowl with chopsticks, he could still hear a crisp echo, and the tentacles were also smooth and delicate, which was very much to his liking.

Chi Ming also paid the money readily, and gave an extra handful of copper coins to the person in charge of cooking the tableware.

This tile kiln factory has good craftsmanship, and he will inevitably trouble them in the future.

The restaurant was originally called Cyclamen, but Chi Ming didn't like the name very much, so he used a brush to rename the name, and made a new plaque to hang it on.

The name of the restaurant is Chi Yan, which is the same name he used in modern society.

Xu Shi saw that Chi Ming had been going in and out of the restaurant these days, and there were more and more people around.

People are curious, especially in ancient times when recreational activities were scarce.At the slightest sign of trouble, I can make up a [-]-word essay for you.

However, in just a few days, there have been more magical stories about Chi Ming and the ghost building.

Why is he actually a Taoist priest who catches ghosts? It is fake to open a restaurant, but it is true to catch ghosts.

Or maybe he has already been possessed by a ferocious ghost, and now what everyone sees is a vicious ghost possessed by a ghost.

It is also rumored that the murderer Cai Jin was the culprit who killed the former restaurant family.That Cai Jin was murdered by the ghost of that family.

Chi Ming just smiled when he heard it.

He didn't refute, but every time he would politely invite the other party to come to the store to support him when he opened.

As soon as the other party heard that he was going to join the shop, his expression changed instantly, and his head shook like a rattle.That terrified look seemed to kill them.

Chi Ming was a little worried, it will open tomorrow, if it is still like this, it may be difficult to complete the task of making money today.

The little monk was smiling all day long, and went out as usual after his morning class, and miraculously appeared in the kitchen on time when it was time for dinner.

After the meal, there was a smoke, and no one was seen again.

Chi Ming simply closed the door, ready to go shopping nearby.

Just after closing the door, he saw a young servant running towards him in a panic.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Chi?" The boy's forehead was dripping with sweat, his hands resting on his thighs, he kept panting heavily, and his eyes were still a little wandering.

"I am." Chi Ming looked at the person in front of him, went through his mind, and didn't feel familiar.

Should not know.

"Mr. Chi, follow me quickly, the little monk asks for your help." The boy's eyes lit up, and he pulled Chi Ming away without any explanation.

"Little monk? What does he want from me?" Chi Ming resisted instinctively. This little monk can be patient, and it will definitely not be a good thing to ask him.

"Just... just, oops, Mr. Chi, it's inconvenient to talk about this right now." The young man's face turned red, and he was a little afraid to say it, after all, it was related to some secrets of the master's family.

The author has something to say:

Little monk: Benefactor Chi, come and play together~~