The Princess of Northern Land

Given the current situation, either she finds someone powerful to protect her, or she obediently gives the recipe away.

The latter was certainly not what Lin Ziyin hoped for. If Fang Zi was given away, the Lin family's life would definitely fall into poverty again. As a time traveler, she would not give in. Then there is only one last option left, which is to find a backer.

Ding'an Temple was her first choice. The monk himself was a celibate person and would not look at the prescriptions in her hand. She only needed to have a good relationship with the temple. And now she is cooking for the monks even though she is injured. Needless to say, the monks in the temple must feel guilty and grateful to her. As for the future, it is more that the Lin family needs to become stronger. There is no turning back. Since the Lin family has begun to dominate the limelight, she must work hard to make the Lin family stronger in the shortest possible time, and then let no one dare to underestimate them. Just watch.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the faces of the surrounding monks all showed expressions of gratitude.

"Amitabha." I don't know when the host also appeared in the Zen room. "The donor was injured, and it seems that it was for the monks in the temple. It's not too late to heal the injury before teaching again."

"Thank you, master host, there is really nothing wrong with my body. What happened today was originally because I accidentally bumped into the noble man, and I can't blame others." Lin Ziyin stood up and explained gently, "What happened today is that Wukong and the others are new products. I don’t even know how to do it, so I’ll do it. Besides, the weather is hot, and the newly delivered products are just right to dispel the heat, so it would be a pity to leave them dry.”

"Amitabha." Seeing that she didn't want to be polite, the host master clasped his hands to thank him, "Huizhen, please take good care of the donor."

"Yes, senior brother." Huizhen agreed.

"Light the fire." Lin Ziyin ordered Wukong.

So the several fire-headed monks happily walked to the woodshed, followed by Lin Ziyin and Zhang.

One pot of jelly was smashed, and there were three pots left, not too much but not too little either.

Lin Ziyin made one cold and one hot according to the portion. In this era, there was no soy sauce. Lin Ziyin had already made the first batch at home, but it would take four months to come out, so there was no soy sauce in the jelly.

So for the hot jelly, she directly made salt and pepper, while for the cold dish, she used diluted sauce with vinegar and minced garlic.

Even though the two dishes lacked seasoning, they were enough to be considered delicious in this era.

"You can cause trouble." Si Jinhan appeared in the busy kitchen, his mouth full of yin and yang.

Lin Ziyin was staring at the pig-headed face and busy loading the dishes. She didn't want to offend Si Jinhan. She felt that Si Jinhan had an unstable personality and that it was not for a little person like her to be her friend.

But Si Jinhan saved her today, and it seemed unreasonable if she didn't reply, "Thank you Mr. Si for saving her today. I don't think Mr. Si should know whether what happened today is right or wrong."

There was no hint of anger in his calm tone.

The more Lin Ziyin behaved like this, the more interested Si Jinhan became in her.

"It sounds like I caused this trouble for you?" When he was unhappy, Si Jinhan's catchphrase came out again.

"I didn't say that." Lin Ziyin retorted calmly, "How can someone from a small family in the Lin family dare to offend the third son of the Si family?"

Si Jinhan touched his nose and rarely continued to tease him. Yes, he knew exactly what was right and wrong today. Regarding the Lin family, he and Chu Suifeng actually owed something. It seems that if some people don't give them a lesson, they won't know what their last names are.

Thinking of this, Si Jinhan's eyes showed sternness.

Unfortunately, Lin Ziyin kept his head lowered and didn't look at him at all, completely ignoring his ferocious expression.

"Is this a new dish?" Si Jinhan picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of jelly and put it into his mouth. "It tastes good, but the garlic paste is too strong."

Lin Ziyin didn't want to speak, so he stepped up his movements, "Okay, I will brew some more seasonings in the autumn, and then these dishes will become more delicious. That's all I can do for the time being."

"Donor Lin, this is already very good." Several novice novices in the kitchen followed suit. They usually spent the most time hanging out with Lin Ziyin, and were indescribably close to Lin Ziyin.

"Give it to the master to taste. If you have no objection, I will go back first." Lin Ziyin spoke to the young monk, his tone involuntarily becoming gentle.

Si Jinhan saw her favoring one over the other and glared at her sideways.

Lin Ziyin and the worried Zhang sat aside and said nothing.

After a while, Master Huizhen and Master Huilian both appeared in the kitchen, "Almsgiver Lin, you are a great contributor. You have added new food to the temple."

After hearing this, they were satisfied.

"In this case, if the temple needs it in the future, just go and tell the temple in advance, and I will prepare it for the temple." Lin Ziyin stood up and said. "I've been out for so long, so I'm going back first."

"Take the ointment with you and apply it every morning and evening. It will be completely healed in three days and there will be no bruises. Continue to use it after it is done. It can be used for beauty. If it is not enough, ask the poor monk for it in the future." Master Huizhen gave her the original white bottle. .

"Old monk, you are too partial." Si Jinhan on the side was furious.