The Princess of Northern Land

"Donor Lin, why did you bring firewood so early?" The novice monk who opened the door asked in surprise when he saw Mr. Lin.

"I didn't come here today to deliver firewood." Mr. Lin replied naively, "I made some new dishes at home, which are very suitable for the masters in the temple, so I brought them here for the masters to try. I would like to trouble my little master to find Zhike, The host will let you know and see if you can keep him?"

"Amitabha." After hearing the old man's words, the little novice glanced at the burden in surprise.

But the basket was covered with a lid, and it was impossible to see what was underneath. After saying the Buddhist words, he said to the three Lin family members, "I'll go over and talk to Zhike and the host right now."

"Little master, please tell the host master that the new product we sent is good for health and is no worse than eggs. It is also a vegetarian dish and is most suitable for the masters in the temple." Lin Ziyin was afraid that the host would not want to come out. Seeing them, I quickly took the opportunity to say one more thing.

"Amitabha." The little novice monk recited Buddhist words and closed the back door.

"Grandpa, will the host be unwilling to see us?" Lin Ziyin asked worriedly. No matter who comes out later, in her opinion, as long as he can take care of things, his heart will definitely get excited when he sees tofu. After all, there is no shortage of money in Ding'an Temple, but the monks in the temple have too few things to nourish their bodies. Tofu is definitely the best choice for them.

"Is the price a bit high?" Lin Changshu was also worried.

"The price must not be lowered." Lin Ziyin insisted, "If they don't want it, we will sell it in the market. Even if we can't sell it, I have a way to deal with it."

She first vaccinated her brother and grandfather.

When Lin Changshu and the old man saw her attitude, they couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, even if they can't be sold, they will lose about ten kilograms of beans, a little firewood and boiled salt. The salt brine will be used to make tofu for themselves later.

After the grandfather and grandson figured it out, they were no longer entangled in their hearts.

"Amitabha." At this moment, the door opened. Unexpectedly, the abbot and knowledgeable guests in the temple really followed the young novice.

"Master hosting, master knowing guests." The old man put his hands together and greeted.

"I heard you have new vegetables for sale?" Zhike asked seriously, his eyes fixed on the burden.

"Yes." Lin Ziyin answered, "These are the tofu."

After saying that, she took the initiative to open the lid and then uncovered the white gauze covering it.

"Is this a new dish?" Zhike's eyes suddenly became round when he saw the white and tender tofu. The little novice monk and the host master on the side also looked over.

"This is a new brand of tofu, which contains more nutrients than eggs. Masters, if you have been vegetarians for a long time, your body will be overwhelmed. As long as you eat tofu regularly in the future, you can make up for the nutritional deficiencies." Lin Ziyin explained with a smile, she was completely It has entered the state of businessman promotion.

"That sounds nice." Zhike frowned and said, "I wonder how it tastes?"

"It's boring to talk. The masters should wait until they taste it before talking." Lin Ziyin said, "Master, can I borrow your stove?"

"Amitabha." The presiding master clasped his hands together and said, "Donor please."

This is promised.

Lin Ziyin and the others were all delighted.

The stove in the temple was relatively large, and Lin Ziyin didn't know how to use an earth stove, so she simply asked Lin Changshu to help her light the fire. Under the watchful eye of the monk, she neatly made a vegetable and tofu soup. The only drawback is that there is only salt in the soup and no other seasonings.