Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

When people went to the building, Xia Yu finally heard the young monk muttering something, his words faint and vague.

"Dragon Noodle..."

"Barbecued pork, soft-boiled soft-boiled eggs, seasonal vegetables, and fresh green onion."

"Although it is said that the soul of a bowl of noodles lies in the soup base, but this kind of alkaline water wheat Xianglong noodles is also the essence of noodles, so amazing!"

Xia Yu frowned slightly.

Dragon noodles?

He was a little stunned.

For the savvy, the term "dragon noodle" is equivalent to ramen.

In the early 20th century, the term ramen did not exist. At that time, the people of the island countries called Chinese ramen "dragon noodles". Later, when a large number of immigrants brought the ramen culture to the island country, the overseas Chinese used soy sauce and The soup of chicken bones and pork bones gave birth to Japanese-style ramen.

Therefore, Xia Yu couldn't help showing a strange expression when he heard the ancient term "dragon face".

Cough, it's not that he complained about it. The generation of the island country, pursuing a loose generation, is called the Heisei abandoned house outside.Therefore, from a "Heisei Dolphin", Xia Yu was really shocked to hear this phrase that contains food culture and traces the origin of Japanese ramen.

The young monk stared at the ramen on the table, still thinking about it.

Constant analysis and praise.

Later, Xia Yu frowned, why did she turn over and over again, just these few words?

"Hey!" Xia Yu said, "It doesn't matter if you don't go to morning class? Be careful that Xia Shu spanks you."

"Morning class?"

The young monk finally raised his head, some of his sluggish eyes flickered, and then lowered his head, "The abbot said, I don't need morning classes in the future until I solve the mystery in my heart."

"Oh?"

Xia Yu sat down and looked at the ramen on the case table, "Does such a simple ramen have anything to do with the puzzle in your heart? It seems you are very entangled."

The boy asked, "Do you know Wabi?"

Xia Yu was choked.

"Don't know?" With a slight sigh, the teenager dipped his finger in tea on the desk, and wrote two extremely square Chinese characters.

"It's this''."

"Silence, silence."

Looking at the young monk with a serious face, even with a pious and beautiful face, Xia Yu felt a subtle pain.

Words, he knows.

But put together, uh, please forgive me for my lack of knowledge.

Completely unfamiliar, but there is a kind of weird attraction, as if there is a very important cooking secret hidden in the meaning of the word.Xia Yu looked inexplicably, and gradually lost his consciousness. When his thoughts came back from the sky, the young monk had disappeared, and an old face, smiling, appeared nearby.

"What are you thinking about?"

The master of Shilin Temple, the abbot of Yizhen, sits on the tatami two or three steps away, like a cypress.

Xia Yu asked directly: "What is'Wabi', and what is'Jie'? What is'Wabi'?"

The abbot Yizhen was stunned. Obviously he didn't expect Xia Yu to have any questions about Zen language. He pondered slightly and answered with a smile: "If you only refer to Zen language, this group of words actually originated from the three seals of Hinayana Buddhism. All actions are impermanent, all dharmas have no self, and Nirvana is silent. If you take the text apart and look at it separately, um, do you know the famous tea man during the Warring States period, Qian Xiuli? He created'Wacha', which has a profound impact on the tea ceremony."

After speaking, pause, and the abbot Yizhen uttered three sets of words:

"Wabi Ji, Youxuan, Things Sorrow."

"Understanding them, you will have a deeper understanding of the island country's environment and things."

The abbot Yizhen laughed and said, "You follow me."

Xia Yu followed.

In the garden of the abbot of Shirinji Temple, he stopped and stood with the abbot Yizhen on the corridor of the courtyard. The courtyard in front of him was quite strange.

Without a drop of water, the ground is covered with an even layer of white sand, a total of 15 stones, embedded in the courtyard.

This probably symbolizes the pool and the landscape.

Xia Yu looked at the illusion of "white waves" on the ground due to the distribution of white sand, thinking like this in her heart.

"This is the dry landscape garden, and at the same time the essence of Wabi-Sabi." said the abbot Yizhen.

Xia Yu was startled, "I probably understand."

"An aesthetic taste?"

"Well, simple, close to nature?"

The abbot Yizhen applauded, "You really understand."

He went on to sing:

"Wheren live

I eat Shancai

Quite at ease

..."

This is a Japanese song, chanted by the abbot Yizhen, Xia Yu's eyes gradually brightened, and suddenly he hammered his palm:

"It turns out that the little monk is telling me that'Wabi-Sabi' also exists in the cooking."

Isn't it?

Since'Wabi-Sabi' represents neon people, a kind of aesthetic taste for things, then such an aesthetic is not only reflected in tea ceremony, gardens, etc., cooking, delicacy is also included in it.

Xia Yuxing hurried away, went to the little monk, and told him the answer.

The abbot Yizhen looked at him with a smile.

However, after searching the temples, Xia Yu still did not find the little monk.

The next day.

Xia Yu got up very early to wash, and rushed to the temple owner and walked into the quiet canteen in the mountain.

I thought I would have to wait a while, who knows someone earlier than myself.

The footsteps stopped at the threshold, Xia Yu looked around and saw the handsome young monk again, staring in a daze before a case.However, unlike yesterday, it was too early today, there was dense fog in the mountains, and the light in the house was a bit dim.

"Haha, I see. Yesterday you wanted to tell me about the existence of'Wabi Ramen' and the righteousness of'Wabi Ji', right?" Xia Yu sat down opposite the monk.

"Yes, Wabi Ramen, I haven't eaten it for a long time."

The young monk looked up and said, "Can you make a bowl for me?"

Some dumb eyes showed obvious fluctuations when speaking.

"This one……"

Xia Yu was in trouble.

Hey, he can't say that we haven't fully understood Wabi, so we can't make the so-called Wabi Ramen.Seeing the pleading and earnest eyes of the young monk, Xia Yu opened her lips slightly and couldn't say "I can't do it" with a weak emotion.

"I have a recipe." The young monk said, regardless of Xia Yu, he dipped in tea and wrote on the table with his fingertips, all in traditional Chinese characters.

Noodles are ordinary noodles.

The soup base is made with chicken bones and feet, which is very common.

Even the side dishes are well-known shadows of Japanese ramen, char siu pork, soft-boiled egg...

Xia Yuhao took a light breath and felt that she had been tricked for a moment, and her anticipation vanished into nothing.Ha, such an ordinary recipe, you tell me it is'Wabi Ramen'?

The young monk said: "In fact,'Wabi Ji' is not something incomprehensible. It is opposite to'Xiu Wai Huizhong', in other words, it is' Hou Wai Huizhong'."

"External, it doesn't matter."

"The key lies in the simplicity of the source."

Before Xia Yu could chew the meaning of these words, a palm suddenly stretched out and patted him on the shoulder.

"I got up so early today?" Qing Muzong's words came into his ears, Xia Yu's tight body suddenly slackened, he turned his head and stared at him, "I was scared to death by you."

"Who are you talking to? I heard you twittering from far away, so come over and see..."

"what?!"

In an instant, Xia Yu's hair straightened up, "I'm following..."

Opposite the case table, the young monk was still there, with his head down, but behind Xia Yu, the weirdness on Zongtai Qingmu's face didn't seem to be a prank on purpose.

"..."

Goose bumps all over.

Scared.