Chapter 1059： : Practice Seven

What is ‘Wang Ji’?

After a moment of shock from Wujue, the answer in Xia Yu's mind was clearer.

See the moss of the stone lamp?

Xia Yu's eyes swayed past, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, this is ‘Wang Ji’!

It's not an incomprehensible aesthetic, mysterious.

To put it simply, it refers directly to things, the simple inner.

Such essential beauty can stand the test of time. Just like this stone lamp, it is covered with moss and deeper and deeper, showing the beauty of the years.

however!

This is the ‘Wang Silence’ revealed on the object.

As the abbot once said, ‘Wang Silence’ is everywhere in the island environment.

There is in the tea ceremony.

There are also utensils and decorations.

Then, in the way of cooking, in the way of cooking, ‘Wang Ji’, or rather, such a food meaning pointing to the origin, or even a state of “Tongtian Avenue”, how should it be reflected?

Xia Yu has a multi-layered understanding of ‘Wang Ji’ in the cuisine.

From the perspective of personal perception, the shallowest level should be ‘Unusually Outstanding.’ This is easy to understand. In fact, the chef's craftsmanship has reached a certain height, and any Chinese cabbage can be cooked to make famous national banquet dishes such as "Boiling Water Cabbage".

The second layer is the passage of time.

This layer is not difficult to understand. Didn't you see the moss on the surface of the stone lamp? This is the accumulation of time!

This third layer, in fact, Xia Yu is not too determined, after all, this is his personal thoughts and opinions.

You know, if ‘Wang Ji’ is an aesthetic taste, then it is bound to be closely related to life.

And cooking, food, cooking, is simply the focus of life!

People take food as the sky.

If the ruler made his people hungry, it would be a matter of course to change the dynasty.

"Let's talk, "Wang Ji" is back to Zen again. My understanding should be no problem. Wong Ji is not dead, it contains the vitality of time..."

Xia Yu picked up the stone lamp on the table, fingertips, and a layer of moss on and off the surface.

"Is the rough stone useless? It can be chiseled into such an object."

"This is the reason why old things are used."

"When the stone is turned into a stone lamp and placed in the courtyard, is it a dead thing? Not like this. Look at this layer of moss, useless things, rejuvenation..."

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

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

"Yes!"

With a low voice, Xia Yu's eyes lit up suddenly.

In the early afternoon nap, that unknown existence actually "expressed" him!

"... In my time, I can make my "Wang Silent Dragon Noodle"... Now I want to eat fresh food..." When this sentence came to mind, Xia Yu stood there and smiled quietly .

Old tree blooming?

An inheritance?

no problem!

Let me satisfy you!

The confusion in the eyes is gone, and it is replaced by infinite eagerness to try. Xia Yu clenched his fists, "try and see."

All perceptions will eventually be translated into practice.

Unity of knowledge and action.

If you don't do it, you will never get real knowledge.

...

Abbot House.

The electric fan was in the tea room, shook his head and blew his hair.

Speaking of this, Shilin Temple is clearly a giant in the gastronomy industry. It even uses helicopters to transport food, but it is not the case that there is no air conditioner in the temple. In addition to the professional kitchen equipment, there is an electric fan outside, which is this very rare summer cooling machine.

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

"call--"

A few cups of hot tea went down, and Aoki Zongtai's forehead was seeping more sweat.

The monk's clothing is half-explained, and Aoki Sect is too seated, just one word:

Let go of the waves.

But the old real abbot, who was bare-chested and exposed, sipped hot tea and made a loud noise.

boom.

Aoki Zongtai teacup was put out, laughing and saying: "Teacher, how long do you say our summer lecturer?"

He pointed his finger down the mountain.

The Chaliao is open on all sides, and the abbot's house, in the temple and in a high place, is condescending. You can also see the situation of Xia Yu's bedroom. A door has not moved for a long time from noon to noon.

"It's easy to get out, it's difficult to get in." The old monk laughed.

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

As for ‘Wang Ji’, it’s a deeper Zen machine, don’t even think about it.

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

Of course, Aoki Zongtai heard the "zen machine" and said, "Actually, we should have cleaned the monastery. This time it is Xia lecturer. Who will be next time? Anyway, Shilin Temple is also a half of a Buddhist temple." "

The tone was subtle and careful, while speaking, observing the expression of the old monk.

A really old monk just faintly hummed.

Aoki sighs too secretly.

The current situation at Shilin Temple is also a consequence of the abbot’s “connivance”.

Some past events, the teacher still can not let go.

He did not know how to continue to persuade.

...

In the afternoon, cool breeze.

There are not many people in the temple. It's not the time for meals. The temple canteen located in a secluded corner is shaded by a bush of trees. It is dim and cooler than elsewhere.

The clogs sounded "Dada" on the stone path, leading all the way to the cafeteria.

The old monk who was still chatting with Aoki Zongtai and drinking tea before. At this time, he was holding a wooden tray and stepped into the canteen.

On the tray, the heat was curling.

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

This case is a very special place. Usually no one dares to sit, which is equivalent to the "restricted area" of the cafeteria. However, if there is food such as ramen for every meal, there must be a copy on the case.

"Eat it."

A really old monk, sitting on the tatami on the sides of the case, greeted the air.

Of course no one squeaked.

The ramen on the table, the heat rushed straight, and there was no abnormality in the fluctuation of the air flow.

"Really, as before, do I have to help you set the bowl and chopsticks every time?" he grumbled, and the old monk still bent over and picked up a pair of black chopsticks from the wooden tray on the ground.

Chopsticks jingled and placed on the bowl.

At the same time, outside the cafeteria, two little monks just passed by, heard the movement stopped, and looked at the dim house from afar, and began to whisper:

"Wow, surely the abbot secretly cooked the noodles and ate it myself!"

"Actually, I really want to tell the abbot, can you stop cooking noodles? A week, at least two or three days of ramen, I really can't do it!" One of the teenagers bitterly.

"Then tell Brother Aoki," the companion said.

"it is good!"

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

"Brother!" The two were startled.

Aoki Zong stared too much, "You two, haven't rushed to the evening class, otherwise let alone ramen, there is no grain of rice! I will be hungry tonight!"

The little monks can only run away.

Suddenly, Aoki Sakura went straight into the cafeteria, and the expression on his face was reluctantly calmed by the little monk, showing anxiety, "Teacher, Xia Yu... he's cooking!"

A scene in the house did not surprise and surprise Aoki Sect.

The old monk sat quietly on the side of the case There was no bite of ramen on the table, but the ramen gradually became cooler and the mist at the mouth of the bowl was much less.

Is "it" there?

Aoki Sect glanced too obscurely.

He couldn't see this thing all the time, and the strongest feeling came only from intuition.

There seemed to be a very stubborn spirit floating there.

"Chef?"

Suddenly, abbots came out of their eyes.

"Yes, it's cooking!"

Aoki Zong took a deep breath and said with a very positive 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 the space in the side case: "Is this what you expect?"