Global Reincarnation: Sorry, I’m the boss

In the Shaolin Temple, Chen Yu enjoys the same courtesy as the first seat of each hospital.

The rank is second only to the abbot.

Facing this fierce man who comes out in twenty years and can overturn eighteen bronze men.

When the ordinary monks of Shaolin Temple saw it, they all had to greet them together.

Of course, these monks have no opinion.

After all, Shaolin is a Zen martial arts sect, and it also pays attention to strength.

Chen Yu is the best at fighting, and naturally he can enjoy privileges.

Occasionally, a few unbelievers saw the two arhats following Chen Yu respectfully.

Suddenly, the ash slipped away.

If you slip slowly, you will be seen by the two dragons and tigers, and there will be a scolding.

Sometimes, the rules are simple.

The big fist is the rule.

“Master Tang, this is our Shaolin happy place, what request can you put forward to the little monk.”

The supervisor of the Shaolin Temple kitchen carefully accompanied Chen Yu.

“Shaolin Happy Land” is the big kitchen of Shaolin Temple.

It is here that the monks of the monastery are fed.

Walking into the huge kitchen, a fierce and mighty feeling came to life.

Above several large cauldrons in the kitchen, there is a thick beam horizontal.

Several monks hold shovel-like spatulas and constantly roll various stir-fried dishes.

Legend has it that in the heyday of the Shaolin Temple, there were 2,000 people, and when stir-frying, a beam was set up on the top of the pot, and the legs were hooked on the top and the head down was stir-fried.

In theory, this behavior is actually unhygienic.

Fortunately, the Shaolin Temple is full of monks and has no hair.

After the introduction of internal strength, the dandruff is not much, and it is barely clean.

As for being careless, falling in the pot, will you fall dizzy.

Then it was half-cooked by the pot, and it is unknown.

Anyway, Shaolin monks are not afraid to eat meat…

As long as you didn’t kill yourself.

The sound of the board in the hall sounded, and the permanent residents of the Shaolin Temple and the monks of the warrior monks took their seats one after another.

A pair of bowls and chopsticks, palms together, and the sound of Brahma chanting with a crisp lead ringing and ringing, is a Buddhist ritual before passing through the hall.

The mages rubbed shoulders and distributed rice, buns, luohan vegetables and bananas.

The mages passing through the hall were silent and buried their heads in eating.

Hundred vegetables are not as good as cabbage. Although it is only stewed in one pot with common dishes such as green peppers, carrots, fungus, dried fragrant herbs, and enoki mushrooms, Luohan cuisine is the supreme in Buddhist recipes.

Buddhists pay attention to practice, are diligent and simple in their diet, and eat Luohan food to express the pure heart of believers to respect Buddha, fast and keep fasts, and have no distinction.

Shaolin warrior monks are treated much better, and in addition to these dishes, there are plenty of meat dishes.

Don’t eat meat, no strength, how to practice martial arts?

Shaolin kitchen recipes are all-encompassing.

Most of the human delicacies in the long river of thousands of years exist in it.

Otherwise, Tang Niu in the movie would not have been able to master the world’s famous dishes, and Stephen Zhou doubted life.

Chen Yu tore the roast chicken at the crossing, picked up the Yellow River carp, tasted the Buddha and jumped off the wall, and the food memories in his mind surfaced one by one.

The story behind each delicacy, he also tries to understand, to touch.

Even, feel the weight of history behind each dish.

His cooking skills don’t seem to have improved, and he seems to have improved a lot.

These dishes exist not only in his mind, but also in his heart.

Even in the Shaolin kitchen where the strong are like Lin, the dishes he fried casually were shocked.

“Chef Wushuang”!

This was the unanimous evaluation given to him by the monks in the monastery.

But that side quest has never been completed.

So, Chen Yu simply lived in the Shaolin Temple.

Until one day, Chen Yu sat in the vegetable patch on the west side of the Shaolin Temple, looking at the main hall with red walls on the black roof of the Shaolin Temple.

Bathed in the chanting of the world’s first ancient temple, absorbing the aura of Zhongyue Songshan.

After a long time, he finally exhaled a long breath, and his heart moved.

To be at ease in your heart is to be a god and Buddha.

“Side Quest: Visit to the Chinese Culinary Training Institute, completed.”

Space abruptly prompted.

Chen Yu thought for a moment, packed his luggage, and said goodbye to the abbot’s dream master.

“Amida Buddha, the Tang benefactor has deep wisdom roots, and if he intends to become a monk, it is not a matter of becoming the next abbot.”

“Do you think this promise is tempting to me?”

“Amida Buddha, no.”

“That’s not okay, there is something to say.”

“The rest of the money doesn’t have to be returned, right?”

“…… No. ”

“Then you go.”

“Worthy of a master.”

Chen Yu smiled instead.

“Lord Tang, Lao Gu read the newspaper and said that Xiangjiang is going to hold a God of Eating Competition, are you here to participate in that competition?”

“Yes.”

“In fact, there is still some time, you can stay here for another day or two before leaving, the time is in time.”

The abbot thought about it and kindly suggested.

Being able to maintain a peaceful state of mind in Shaolin is actually somewhat helpful for the game.

At least, it is better than the materialistic Xiangjiang.

“No need, I feel that this place is quite deserted at night.”

Chen Yu smiled.

“Cold? Isn’t your martial arts already invincible in the cold and summer? ”

“Yes, unfortunately, there is one less girl, not very comfortable.”

Chen Yu stood up with a smile: “It’s useless to tell you this, you don’t understand it anyway.” ”

“If no one here beats you, I will definitely let you sweep the ground for ten years first.”

The abbot’s face sank, he cursed in a low voice, and stood up.

“You have to ask so much, what can I do.”

Chen Yu spread his hands and said innocently.

“Come on, get a championship gold medal, put a girl around the neck, it’s very useful.”

The abbot snorted and walked away without looking back.

“You know a lot about this knowledge that you don’t need.”

The abbot visibly staggered, then cast a light force and floated forward.

……

“The finals of the God of Eating Contest will officially start in three days, and now all the participating chefs have signed in.”

“Please ask Mr. Tang Niu, the head chef of the beef balls, and Mr. Stephen Zhou, the head chef of Shenxian Roast Chicken, to confirm the attendance as soon as possible.”

“I still have to make a last-minute appearance and make my own idol drama!”

Vivi pouted and turned off the TV.

After a day’s meeting, just washed up, changed into pajamas, and brushed the news, you can see the guy.

This is not a good thing, indicating that he has not returned to Xiangjiang yet.

Sure enough, can we only meet at the competition?

She was not worried that Chen Yu would delay the game at all.

After all, that guy never disappointed.

Regardless of the aspect.

Thinking of this, Vivi blushed a little and lay quietly on the table.

“I didn’t show up so late, I deliberately arrived two days early.”

A familiar voice sounded.

Footsteps sounded, and Chen Yu gently patted her shoulder.

“You! How did you get in here? ”

“You gave me a key at that time, and I never returned it to you.”

Chen Yu casually put the key in front of Wei Wei.

“……”

Vivi grabbed the key, froze, and put the key back.

What are you doing with the keys? Poke someone?

“I didn’t lie to you before, the God of Eating Competition is really leaving, come and see you before leaving.”

Chen Yu smiled and touched Weiwei’s hair.

“You’re free for the past two days, right?”

Vivi asked in a low voice.

“Yes.”