Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

What exactly is'Wabi-Sabi'?

After a short nap, the answer in Xia Yu's heart became clearer.

Do you see the moss on the stone lamp?

Xia Yu's gaze swayed, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

That's right, this is Wabi!

It's not an incomprehensible aesthetic, mystery.

To put it simply, it means to point directly to things, the simple inside.

This kind of essential beauty can stand the test of time.Just like this stone lamp, covered with moss, it became deeper and deeper, revealing the beauty full of time.

however!

This is the wabi-sabi that appears on the object.

The abbot Yizhen said,'Wabi Ji' is everywhere in the island country.

In the tea ceremony.

There are also utensils and decorations.

So, in cooking, in the way of culinary art, how can'Wabi-Sabi', or in other words, such a kind of food righteousness pointing to the origin, even the realm of "Tongtian Avenue", be manifested?

Xia Yu has a multi-layered understanding of the "wabi-sabi" in cooking.

From the perspective of personal comprehension, the shallowest level should be the "outside the humble show".This is easy to understand. In fact, the chef's craftsmanship has reached a certain level. Just picking a piece of Chinese cabbage can cook a famous national banquet dish like "Boiling Water Cabbage".

The second layer is the passage of time.

At this level, it’s not difficult to understand. Didn’t you see the moss on the surface of the stone lamp?This is the accumulation of time!

For this third level, Xia Yu is actually not quite sure, after all, this is his personal thoughts and opinions.

You know, if'Wabi-Sabi' is aesthetic appeal, it is bound to be closely related to life.

And cooking, food, and cooking skills are simply the focus of life!

The people regard food as their heaven.

If the ruler makes his people hungry, changing dynasties is a matter of course.

"Speaking of which,'Wabi-Sabi' has returned to Zen again. My understanding should be okay. Wabi-Sabi is not withered. It contains the vitality of time..."

Xia Yu picked up the stone lamp on the table and rubbed the moss on the surface with the tips of her fingers.

"Rough stone, is it useless? It can be hewn into such an object."

"This is the principle of using old things."

"When the stone turns into a stone lamp and is placed in the courtyard, does it become a dead thing? Isn't it like this. Look at this layer of moss, the useless thing, revitalized..."

This third level of perception, in Xia Yu's mind, turned into a poem:

Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, Wan Muchun in front of the diseased tree.

"Yes!"

Moaning, Xia Yu's eyes lit up suddenly.

In the just nap, that unknown existence had actually "clearly revealed" him!

"...In my time, I can make my'Wabiji Dragon Noodle'... Now I want to eat fresh dishes..." When this sentence came to mind, Xia Yu stood there, smiling quietly .

Flowering old trees?

An inheritance?

no problem!

Let me satisfy you!

Lost in the confusion, replaced by endless eagerness to try, Xia Yu clenched his fist, "Try it."

All insights must be turned into practice after all.

The unity of knowledge and action.

The way of cooking, without hands, will never get true knowledge.

...

Abbot's Court.

The electric fan was in the tea room, shaking his head and blowing air.

Speaking of it, Shilin Temple is clearly a giant in the food industry that cannot do well. He even uses helicopters to transport food, but there is no air conditioner in the temple. What is the situation?In addition to the equipment in the professional kitchen, outside, an electric fan is a very rare cool machine in this midsummer season.

And the fan has a breath of 80s and 90s.

"call--"

After a few cups of hot tea, the sweat on Zongta Aoki's forehead oozes more.

The monk's clothes are half-solved, and Qing Mu Zong looks too sitting, just one word:

Wandering wreckage.

However, the older Yizhen abbot was also bare-chested, sipping hot tea, and making a slurping sound.

boom.

Qing Mu Zongtai put his tea cup away and said with a smile, "Teacher, how long will you say our lecturer Xia will come out?"

He pointed his finger down the mountain.

The tea house is open on all sides, and the Abbot’s Courtyard, in the temple, is located on a high ground, condescending, and you can see the situation of Xia Yu's room.A door was in from noon to noon, and there was no movement for a long time.

"It's easy to get out, but hard to get in." The old monk laughed.

In the eyes of the old abbot, within a few days, the young man couldn't realize the Zen machine attached to the stone lamp.

As for'Wabi-Sabi', it's the Zen machine at a higher level, don't even think about it.

The old monk obviously hadn't eaten Xia Yu's best work.Therefore, in his judgment, there is no dime issue.

Of course, Sect Master Qingmu heard the "Zen machine" and sighed, "In fact, teacher, we should have cleaned the temple long ago. This time it is Lecturer Xia, who will be next time? Anyway, Shilin Temple is also half a Buddhist temple. "

The tone is subtle and cautious, while speaking, while observing the expression of the old monk.

A really old monk just faintly hummed.

Qing Muzong sighed too darkly.

The current situation at Shilin Temple can be regarded as a consequence of the abbot’s “connivance”.

There are some past events that the teacher still can't let go.

He didn't know how to continue to persuade him.

...

In the afternoon, there is a cool breeze.

There were not many people in the temple, and it was not the time for dinner. The temple cafeteria in a secluded corner was shaded by a bush of trees, dim, and cooler than elsewhere.

The wooden clogs sounded "Da Da Da" on the stone path, leading all the way to the dining hall.

The old monk who was still in the tea house before chatting with Qing Mu Zongtai about drinking tea, at this time, holding the wooden tray, stepped into the cafeteria.

On the tray, the heat was curling up.

A bowl of fragrant ramen was placed on the table by the old monk.

This case table is a very special place. No one dares to sit at ordinary times. It is equivalent to the "forbidden area" of the cafeteria. However, every time a meal is served and ramen is available, there must be a portion on the case table.

"Eat it."

A really old monk, sitting on the tatami on the side of the desk, greeted the air.

Of course no one said anything.

The ramen on the table was hot, and there was nothing unusual in the airflow fluctuations.

"Really, it's the same as before. Do I have to help you set the bowl and chopsticks every time?" He grumbled, and the old monk still bent over from the wooden tray on the floor and picked up a pair of black chopsticks.

The chopsticks clashed and placed them on the bowl.

At the same time, outside the cafeteria, two little monks happened to pass by. Hearing the movement stopped and looked at the dim room from a distance, they began to whisper:

"Wow, it must have been the abbot secretly cooking the noodles for himself!"

"Actually, I really want to tell the abbot, can I stop cooking the noodles? I have to eat ramen for at least two or three days a week. I really can't do it!" One of the teenagers was bitter.

"Then tell Senior Brother Qingmu." The companion said.

"it is good!"

Before the two turned around, someone spread their arms behind their backs and pressed their palms on their shoulders.

"Brother!" The two were surprised.

Qing Muzong stared at him, "You two, don't rush to the evening class, otherwise, let alone ramen, there is not a grain of rice! I will be hungry tonight!"

The little monk can only run away.

After a pause, Qing Mu Zongtai went straight to the canteen, and the expression on his face was barely calmed by the little monk, showing a sense of anxiety, "Teacher, Xia Yu...he's cooking!"

The scene inside the house did not surprise Qing Mu Zong too much.

The old monk sits quietly beside the desk. The table is full of ramen that I haven't eaten before. It's just that the ramen is getting colder and the mist in the mouth of the bowl is much less.

Is "it" there?

Aoki Sect glanced too vaguely.

He could never see this thing, and the strongest feeling was only from intuition.

There seems to be a very stubborn spirit floating there.

"Cooking?"

The abbot Yizhen was astonished.

"Yes, just cook!"

Qing Muzong took a deep breath and said with an extremely affirmative expression and tone: "And he also asked Shanben to help him find flour..."

Hand-Pulled Noodle!

The old monk's pupils shrank, and he blurted out, "Is this what you expected?"