Behind them, there was a sound of the room where they were going, and a pair of plain hands stretched out to open the four screen windows one by one.

The sleeves are as white as snow, and the hands are as bright as jade.

Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi winked at each other - woman! Very good, now the young master probably won't leave.

As the window opens, the fragrance becomes stronger and stronger, making people feel appetite-increased. Unlike the aroma of ordinary foods, the aroma is as greasy as thick as the sauce, which is cold, with a little sweetness and a little milky.

Feng Xiaoya also smelled this smell in the car, and was indeed curious: "Stop."

Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi moved the car back and came to the front of the wing room.

At this time, the door of the wing room creaked open, and a girl in a moon-white monk's robe appeared inside. Although she was wearing the monk's clothes, she had long black hair, plain white skin, shallow eyebrows and eyes, and her whole body was as bright as the moonlight.

——It’s like walking out of the smoke from the incense burner beside the scriptures.

Feng Xiaoya saw her through the car window, and the string of Buddhist beads she was playing with in her hand fell to her knees.

The woman in the monk's clothes bowed and bowed, and said in a voice as faint and weak as smoke: "The vegetarian food is ready, please take your seat."

The little monk hurriedly said, "Mr. He, this is the girl Qiu Jiang who was hired by the little monk to make vegetarian food for you. Her cooking skills are also very good, so you can try it. If you want to leave like this, Master will blame the little monk if he knows."

Feng Xiaoya's eyes seemed to stick to Qiu Jiang, and she could no longer hear other sounds.

He stared at her for a long time, without saying a word or moving.

The little monk waited and waited, but still didn't respond, and he was a little embarrassed.

Qiu Jiang seemed to be restless and raised her eyes in confusion, looking at Feng Xiaoya in the car window.

Well... this person is the famous Hegong.

The most favorite minister of Yan State was indeed a special person.

The most special thing is his eyes.

He looked at her quietly, his eyes focused and gloomy, with some strange but tempting tiredness, like a piece of cold jade that was still broken, making her want to... break it quickly!

Qiu Jiang's eyes turned slightly, and she lowered her eyelashes, covering up the desire in her heart.

Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi both dismounted, opened the buckle on the wall of the car, and put down one side of the car wall to form a temporary case.

Jiao Buqi ordered Qiu Jiang and said, "Then serve the dishes. Serve them all here."

"Here?" Qiu Jiang looked at the unique carriage with some curiosity.

But the little monk was used to it. He heard this and hurried into the house and brought out the vegetarian dishes.

In the past, Master Wuya cooked enough 108 vegetarian dishes, which meant that 108 kinds of distress in Buddhist scriptures. Eating them would be like swallowing all of those 108 kinds of distress, dissolving them, abandoning them, and forgetting them.

But this time, Qiu Jiang only made six dishes.

At first glance, Liudao couldn't tell what kind of dish it was.

The first dish was a bowl of soup, and there was a piece of reed leaves floating on the light green soup, and nothing else was left.

Feng Xiaoya looked at the soup, but she seemed to have seen something very interesting, with a rare look of warmth: "A reed crosses the river?"

Qiu Jiang bowed and replied, "He Gong has good eyesight. The name of this soup is Yiwei Crossing the River. It originated from the time when Emperor Wu of Liang sent people to chase Master Bodhidharma. The ancestor walked to the riverside and saw someone chasing him, so he broke a reed and threw it into the river, turning into a boat and leaving."

Meng Buli spooned a small bowl and held it with Feng Xiaoya.

Feng Xiaoya tasted it, frowned and put down the spoon and asked, "The soup made from Coptis chinensis?"

Qiu Jiang nodded: "Yes."

Meng Buli was stunned and quickly took another spoon and tasted it. As soon as he drank it, he vomited it out, and his facial features were all wrinkled together.

Jiao Buqi immediately drew his sword and angrily scolded: "Bold! How dare you make such a thing for my young master to eat?!"

Qiu Jiang was neither afraid nor angry, but said lightly: "Young Master Feng, why do you want to eat vegetarian food?"

Before Feng Xiaoya answered, Jiao Buqi said, "My young man has always been vegetarian!"

"That's even more strange. Most of the common people eat vegetarian food. One is to change their taste. If you get tired of eating big fish and meat, you can change some porridge and side dishes to clear your stomach and intestines; the other is to show sincerity, it is not good to worship the Bodhisattva. Since Mr. Feng has always been vegetarian, why do you have to come here deliberately?"

Jiao Buqi said angrily: "What do you know! Master Wuya's vegetarian food is the best in the world, the best delicious food..."

Qiu Jiang interrupted him: "You can ask Master Wuya to go to the mansion to cook, why do you have to travel through mountains and rivers and go up the mountain without hesitation?" As he said that, he glanced at the huge special carriage, "The mountain road is small and muddy, and it is very difficult for people to climb up, let alone the car."

Jiao Buqi said: "Of course, it is to show my son's respect for Master Wu Toothless..."

"People who practice should abandon the five precepts of greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance and doubt. They even have to give up wine and meat, and pursue their desires in their mouths. Isn't that a contradiction?"

"this……"

"Master Wuya is not only a monk, but also does not respond, nor will he indulge in this. So——" Qiu Jiang raised her head and stared at Feng Xiaoya with her eyes that were like pearls in the smoke, "Young Master Feng, why are you here to eat vegetarian food?"

Feng Xiaoya's expression was unpredictable and she looked at her and said leisurely: "What do you think? Why am I here?"

He threw the bag back to Qiu Jiang so easily. Qiu Jiang couldn't help but smile and replied, "The little girl is brave enough to guess that the young master came from deliberately to taste the one hundred and eight kinds of distress. In other words, the dish is second, and the meaning contained in the dish is important."

This statement was clearly meaningless, but Feng Xiaoya's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a sharp blade, wandering on her body, as if it would fall down at any time.

But Qiu Jiang was still not afraid at all. She looked soft and timid, but her eyes were extremely firm, and she also had a glittering smile, which made people really unable to lose their temper at such a deer-like girl.

Feng Xiaoya can't either.

So he quickly closed the sharpness in his eyes, returned to calmness, and said to Meng Buli: "Buli, bring the second dish."

The second one is a big tray. On the left side of the plate is a half-foot-high tree. If you look closely, you will find that it is carved from radishes. There are dozens of translucent leaves hanging on the branches, which are extremely realistic in shape. On the right is a white jade heart pot, with heat coming out of the mouth of the pot. The faint sweet fragrance I smelled before came out of the cup.

Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi couldn't help but put a little bit of contempt towards this Miss Qiu Jiang. I have to admit that regardless of the taste of the dishes she cooked, the carvings were first-class.

Qiu Jiang said: "Please allow me to prepare dishes for the young master."

Feng Xiaoya nodded.

So Qiu Jiang walked to the car, put the tray on the desk, and introduced: "In the Asura path, there is a Ruyi fruit tree that sentient beings can enjoy for thirty-three days, but the Asuras cannot. So they tried every means to kill Ruyi tree."

Feng Xiaoya took it on: "But as long as the sentient beings in the heavenly world sprinkle a kind of nectar, the Ruyi Tree will be resurrected."

Qiu Jiang nodded and smiled, raised the white jade heart pot on the right, and poured it on the radish tree.

The milky white nectar slowly flowed out of the mouth of the pot and poured onto the tree with a sweet fragrance. So the transparent leaves on the tree evaporated and disappeared. At the same time, the radishes became more crystal clear and beautiful.

Qiu Jiang put down the pot and looked at Feng Xiaoya.

Feng Xiaoya took the chopsticks, broke a branch and put it into her mouth, chewed it carefully, and her originally slightly frown slowly unfolded, and her expression softened a little, "Nectar?"

Qiu Jiang nodded: "It is to mix sucrose and twelve kinds of nectar, soak the carved radish for twelve hours, take it out and dry it, and hang it on the ice. When eating, pour it with hot honey and the ice melts. There is coldness in the heat and crispness in the milk. In addition, you have just drunk the bitter soup, and it feels sweeter. This dish is joy."

Meng Buqi was drooling. He had been with Feng Xiaoya for many years and had been well-informed, but he had never seen such dishes before.

Feng Xiaoya said: "Furious first and then happiness, what's next?"

"Yes."

Feng Xiaoya's eyes flashed slightly and she slowly said, "Treat, joy...... give up... the six senses and three feelings."

"Yes. Suffering, joy, giving up; good, evil, flat, these six senses are also. I cook slowly and cannot cook one hundred and eight dishes like Master Wu Toothless, so it can only be simplified."

"There are eighteen kinds of suffering and happiness, and the total number of likes and dislikes is thirty-six kinds of likes and dislikes. Add the past, present and future three lives, and there are a total of one hundred and eight kinds of troubles... So that's it." Feng Xiaoya murmured and suddenly looked up at Qiu Jiang, "But you only cooked six dishes, no past, present and future."

Qiu Jiang Yingying looked back at him like water, and the two of them looked at each other, even the world seemed to be still.

And in such a quiet world, Qiu Jiang spoke gently and said, "I have done it in three lifetimes too. And you... will understand."

A ripples appeared in Feng Xiaoya's eyes.

After a while, he turned his eyes and said, "I'll taste the four dishes below first."

The third dish was first covered with a layer of pearls, a layer of cherries on the pearls, and another layer of thorns on the cherries.

"The great bondage in the sky is nothing more than a woman; the most beautiful fruit is nothing more than a cherry." Qiu Jiang brought the dish to the table, "The name of this dish is called se."

Feng Xiaoya pushed the thorn away, grabbed a cherry and put it into her mouth, frowned immediately. Meng Buli, who was beside him, quickly handed over the handkerchief, and he spitted the cherry he had just eaten into the handkerchief, but the sour smell lingered in the tip of his tongue.

So Meng Buli held another cup of tea and let him rinse his mouth.

Feng Xiaoya finished rinsing her mouth and looked at Qiu Jiang and said, "Women are so sexy. So I want me to give up?"

Qiu Jiang said with a gaze: "Everyone knows that the young master has ten beautiful wives, but after marrying so many, can he really enjoy the blessings of all people?"

"Bold!" Jiao Buqi was dissatisfied again, "Where is your turn to point fingers in my son's affairs!"

"Yes, Qiu Jiang has passed." Qiu Jiang stopped when she saw it was good, and did not talk in depth, so she picked up the fourth dish.

The fourth one finally looks like a real vegetarian food. The green Chinese cabbage is scalded by water, especially with water droplets, and looks extremely fresh, crispy and delicious.

Feng Xiaoya picked up a chopstick and put it in her mouth, but she felt that the taste was different from ordinary Chinese chrysanthemum. It was not only crisp and tender, but also had a little cool and smooth taste. When swallowed into her throat, it became an elegant fragrance and had endless aftertaste.

“Ice?”

"Yes." Qiu Jiang nodded, "First drain the water, put it in a bowl and put it on ice. During this period, take a small amount of pear juice and spray it gently seven times, then take it out, and it will become this taste."

The fifth dish is fried persimmons. Although the color is tempting and fragrant, it is really hard to take action when thinking about the bitterness and sacrificing previous ones.

Feng Xiaoya looked at the plate of fried persimmons and suddenly asked, "Can this really be eaten?"

Qiu Jiang covered her lips and smiled: "Young Master, don't you dare?"

"The persimmon is sweet, ripe and soft. If you fry it with fire again, the taste will definitely be very strange."

"Is it true? Why don't you try it?" Qiu Jiang smiled mysteriously and provocatively, "I promise, you will like this dish very much."
To be continued...