The Princess of Northern Land

"Master." Not knowing what to call the young monk, Lin Ziyin simply called him master when he saw the monk.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is enlightened by the Dharma." The young monk corrected her with a blushing face.

"Wu Fa, please help me light the fire." Lin Ziyin didn't want to spend time on small things. "I'll cook. How many dishes will you have for lunch?"

"Two dishes." Wu Fa lowered his head and replied.

Lin Ziyin nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Donor Lin, do you want to make tofu?" Master Huilian asked enthusiastically.

"I'll make two more dishes today, some of which are new products from our Lin family for free." Lin Ziyin said with a smile.

"Thank you so much, donor." Master Huilian thanked him with a smile.

Lin Ziyin was not in a hurry to cook. He first poured a lot of soybean oil into the pot, then took out the semi-fermented dough he brought from a basin, and then started to get busy.

"Is this?" Master Huilian felt very distressed when she saw how much oil she had poured into the pot. But Lin Ziyin also said that this altar was given for free, so no matter how distressed he felt, he couldn't blame Lin Ziyin.

Lin Ziyin rolled the noodles into long strips, then cut them into small strips, then pressed the two pieces together with chopsticks and threw them into the oil pan for frying.

After a while, a yellow fried dough stick came out.

Lin Ziyin took out the fried dough sticks, put them in a frame to dry, and continued to fry them smoothly.

"Come and have a taste." After a dozen fried dough sticks came out, she distributed them to the fire-headed monk, Changting Yanzhi and the old man in the kitchen.

"Amitabha, monks are not allowed to eat in private." Dianzuo said with his palms together.

But the two children ate with gusto, which made the younger monks in the kitchen drool secretly.

"This is a taste test. After eating, you have to give an evaluation." Lin Ziyin replied calmly, "If you are satisfied, I will directly teach you how to make fried dough sticks. In the future, the monks in the temple can also improve the food."

"Amitabha, the benefactor is kind, and I would like to thank this humble monk." After Master Huilian put his palms together to express his thanks, he looked at Dianzuo and took the fried dough stick. The other monks also got one.

Fragrant and crispy! After taking a sip, Master Huilian's face showed joy, but when he saw the oil in the pot, his smile faded a little, "It just consumes too much oil."

"The remaining oil can be used for cooking." Lin Ziyin replied with a smile.

Then she explained while doing it, and made a pot of dried green vegetables, radish tofu, vegetarian fried potato shreds, and leek and eggs for the temple. "Master, please find someone who is interested and qualified in cooking as soon as possible. I want to start." Train them."

"Amitabha." Master Huilian agreed with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, Donor Lin, I will definitely find a suitable person for you in three days."

"I may not have time to come here every day. If possible, let them come to my house. They will have dinner at my house at noon and learn two dishes every day. In autumn, I can open a private kitchen." Lin Ziyin said.

"This?" Master Huilian hesitated.

"Master, don't worry, I also use vegetarian oil at home." Lin Ziyin knew what they were worried about and explained with a smile.

"Then there is Donor Laurin." Master Huilian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The vegetarian meal was quickly delivered to the dining hall. Needless to say, it was the first time for the monks to eat such a delicious vegetarian meal, and all the monks were ecstatic.

Old man Lin Ziyin and his two children went down the mountain with a few fried dough sticks. Li Zheng and Mrs. Zhang were still waiting for them at the bottom of the mountain.

"Uncle Lizheng, aunt, let's eat something to comfort ourselves." Lin Ziyin handed four fried dough sticks to the couple.