Cao Zhi, the son of Cao Cao during the Three Kingdoms, once had a very famous poem "Seven-step Poem", which was originally six sentences: "Boil beans and boil them into soup, and filter them into fermented soybeans and think they are juice, and the firewood is burning under the pot, and the beans are crying in the pot. Originally they are born with the same root, so why are they too anxious to fry each other?" Later, "Mansou Poetry Talk" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" changed it to four sentences: "Boil beans and burn beans and make beans cry in the pot. Originally they are born with the same root, so why are they too anxious to fry each other?"

The meaning contained in this poem actually reflects on the side that the tofu juice needs to be cooked. This process is called boiling. After the soy sauce is boiled, the aphrodisiac flavor of the beans can be removed. Such soy milk is better and the tofu tastes more refreshing. After boiling it several times, grind the gypsum powder mixed with water and evenly put it into the cooked soy sauce. When Wu Yonglin picked up one piece and put it in his mouth, his mouth, stomach, and the whole taste was as satisfying as a tide.

At this time, the tofu floating in the soy sauce water is then drained away the water from the tender tofu with the filter cloth. After wrapping the tofu firmly with the filter cloth, press a wooden board on it and then put a bluestone slab on it. It only takes a few days or nights. The entire tofu making process is actually completed.

Humans are both natural and social. As a member of society, each of us does not exist in isolation and cannot avoid having various social relationships with the people around us. Wu Yonglin now hates the people around us. They hide away from each other when they work. Once they find good things present in front of us, they keep making trouble like flies. Wu Yonglin dares to bet that the guy in the cook probably stood there when he gets up. When Wu Yonglin appears in front of everyone, he goes up to inquire about what good things are included in it.

Since Wu Yonglin cannot get rid of this low-level interest, he must first disgust himself. For those guys who stand by and watch, Wu Yonglin does not intend to share these good things with these people, so he casually said: "The feed prepared for the horse."

"Senior brother, don't lie to us here. Today everyone moved the stone slab and tasted it. They all said that the thing tasted good."

"Get out, everyone gets out for me."

Wu Yonglin almost roared and drove away the guy who was trying to get a piece of the pie next to him. He was not afraid of stealing the thief, but was afraid of thinking about it. Once the thieves were targeting him, the best way was to kill these thieves to eliminate future troubles. If there were people in the thieves and there were still a large number of people, the best way was to share these good things, otherwise the last delicious food he had in his mouth would probably disappear from his eyes, so Wu Yonglin finally chose to compromise.

When Wu Yonglin brought the delicious tofu to the table, he endured it very hard. He wanted to put arsenic in the food to poison these rats to relieve the anger in his heart. He secretly vowed that he would never do it himself after doing the delicate work of tofu. He would take anyone who wants the recipe and want the old man to serve him, but he has no way to do it.

Feng Shiniang was very happy and encouraged Wu Yonglin to continue to work hard. The chef felt that he could hand over the kitchen temporarily. He sincerely praised the monk who might come to grab his job. Luo Pingyang, A Chang, and Zhao Huaien swallowed it voraciously and never said a word from beginning to end. Zhang Hu was calm. The senior brother has prepared the ingredients himself now. Does this mean that many people will not be able to eat? He directly raised the impact of the senior brother's behavior to the social height in his heart. Mao Zixing chewed it slowly as usual. It was obvious that he ate a few more pieces than yesterday. Looking at the looted dishes, he seemed to be unsatisfied. He whispered to Wu Yonglin with a suggestion---Can you prepare more on a date, but didn't mention any help.

The most painful thing in the world is that people take away the things you feel most distressed or cared about from you, and you still have to greet them with a smile. Wu Yonglin felt that he did not have such deep cultivation. After those greedy guys stuffed the delicious tofu into their stomachs like a wind, Wu Yonglin finally broke out. He turned over the table where those people were eating, looked at the broken dishes, Feng Shiniang, who came slowly, squatted down and counted, and let Wu Yonglin smash the dishes that had not been completely broken.

"Five golden leaves, remember to give me the money I owe me."

"How much does it cost to tear down your inn?"

"Where will we sleep after demolishing this place? I think you are better at venting your evil fire than to go to the prostitute village next door. But where are you, the monk? See if those women are willing to pay attention to you. They are all Buddhists. If you pretend to be hypocritical and arrogant, those shameless women will definitely climb up the pole. They will put themselves in your arms and not let you spend a penny. It is so many times more elegant than those men who come with you every day to treat it as a gold-selling cave.

Don’t vent my anger on my belongings if you are so hard that you can’t let go of someone in your heart, or just go back and find her back. There is no rule in this world that monks cannot return to the secular world.”

"Who said I was a monk?"

"Some people say that they are not monks, but they are actually real monks. Some people are obviously real monks, and what they do will always make people think that they are not monks. If someone like you is not a real monk, who dares to be a real monk?

Only true monks can regard money as dirt, and can pass through prostitutes without any influence from those women."

“Because I love cleanliness.”

"Then you think the bodies of those women are so pickled? If there are any other ways to make a living, who would be willing to stay in that place? If I told you that I escaped from that place, would you be far away from me?"

"You should say this to Zhang Hu."

"Since you were humiliated, he entered that prostitute village that night, so now you say that the song "Drunk Makeup" was written by him, I don't doubt at all. As for the relationship between him and me, the relationship between us was cut off when he entered that prostitute village."

"It seems that he has worked very hard, too."

"So I decided to pursue him again, because I used to rely on his poems, but this time it was because he had a noble character as a saint."

"You just said that your relationship with him has already been done."

"I'm talking about the misunderstanding between him. A hero who entered a prostitute village and helped a few crying women redeem themselves, and then made them choose to make a living. Such a person is hard to find with a lantern. If I had known him earlier, I wouldn't have stayed there for so many years.

I just said goodbye to my prejudiced self. I will never let go of any heroes like Zhang Hu."
Chapter completed!