What is 'wasabi'?

After a moment of shock in the afternoon, Xia Yu's answer became clearer.

Have you seen the moss of the stone lamp?

Xia Yu's eyes shook over and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That's right, this is 'wasaki'!

It is not an incomprehensible aesthetic or a mysterious truth.

Simply put, it is to point directly to things and the simple inner world.

Such essential beauty can withstand the test of time. Just like this stone lamp, covered with moss, it becomes deeper and deeper, revealing the beauty full of time.

However!

This is the "wasabi" revealed on the object.

Abbot Yizhen said that "wasabi" is everywhere in the island country's environment.

There is in the tea ceremony.

There are also objects and decorations.

So, in the cooking and cooking art, how can the 'wavering sabi', or in other words, such a food meaning that points to the origin, or even a state like "Tiantian Dao", be reflected?

Xia Yu has a multi-layered understanding of the "wasabi" in the cuisine.

Judging from personal understanding, the most shallow level should be the "lurky and beautiful" one. This is easy to understand. In fact, the chef's craftsmanship has reached a certain level. He can cook a famous state banquet dish like "Boiled 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!

As for this third level, Xia Yu is actually not sure. After all, this is his personal thoughts and opinions.

You should know that if "wasabi" is an aesthetic taste, it will inevitably be closely related to life.

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

Food is the most important thing for people.

If the ruler makes his people hungry, it will be natural to change the dynasty.

"After all the time, 'wasaki' has returned to Zen. My understanding should be fine. wasaki is not wasaki, it contains the vitality of time..."

Xia Yu picked up the stone lamp on the table, rubbed the layer of moss on the surface back and forth.

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

"This is the reason for the use of old things."

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

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

Thousands of sails pass by the sunken boat, and thousands of trees are spring in front of the sick tree.

"Yes!"

As he murmured, Xia Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

In the afternoon just now, the unknown existence had actually "clearly" him!

"...In my time, I could make my 'wasabi dragon noodles'... Now I want to eat fresh dishes..." When this sentence came to my mind, Xia Yu stood there and smiled quietly.

Old trees bloom?

A kind of inheritance?

no problem!

Let me satisfy you!

The confusion in his eyes was gone, and replaced by infinite desire to try. Xia Yu clenched his fists and said, "Try it and see."

All insights will eventually be turned into practice.

Integration of knowledge and action.

The way of cooking is to never get true knowledge without doing anything.

...

Abbot's Courtyard.

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

Speaking of which, Shilin Temple is obviously a huge food giant. Even when transporting ingredients, helicopters are used, but when I searched all the temples, there was no air conditioner. What was the situation? Apart from the professional kitchen equipment, an electric fan outside is a very rare cooling machine in midsummer.

Moreover, the electric fan has a scent of the 1980s and 1990s.

"call--"

After drinking several cups of hot tea, sweat leaked more from Aoki Sonta's forehead.

The monk's clothes were half-explanated, and the Aoki Sect's sitting posture was just one word:

Unrestrained.

But the older Abbot Ichima also exposed his chest and sipped hot tea, making a sound of tsk.

Bang.

As soon as Aoki Sonta put out the tea cup, he laughed and said, "Teacher, how long does it take for our lecturer Xia to come out?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the foot of the mountain.

The teahouse is open on all sides, and the abbot's courtyard is in the temple, and is in a high place, and you can see the situation of Xia Yu's room. A door has not moved for a long time from noon to noon.

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

In the eyes of this old abbot, in just a few days, the young man could not realize the Zen technique attached to the stone lamp.

As for ‘wasabi’, it’s a higher level of Zen, so don’t even think about it.

The old monk obviously hadn't eaten Xia Yu's superb work. Therefore, his judgment was not a problem.

Of course, Aoki Secta heard the "Zen trick" and said with a tweet, "Actually, we should have cleaned the temple long ago. This time it is Lecturer Xia, who will be next time? No matter what, Shilin Temple is also half a Buddhist clean land."

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

The old monk Yizhen just nodded lightly.

Aoki Sect sighed secretly.

The current situation in Shilin Temple can be regarded as the consequence of the abbot's "indulgence".

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

He didn't know how to continue persuading him.

...

In the afternoon, the cool breeze blew.

There are not many people in the temple, and it is not the time to have dinner. The temple canteen located in a secluded corner is covered with shade and is dark, and is more shady than elsewhere.

The sound of wooden clogs is "da da da da" on the stone path, leading all the way to the canteen.

The old monk who was chatting with Aoki Secta before in the teahouse, then walked into the cafeteria with a wooden tray in his hand.

On the tray, the heat sways.

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

This table table is a very special location. No one dares to sit in it normally, which is equivalent to the "forbidden area" in the canteen. However, if there is a food like ramen, there must be a serving on the table table table.

“Eat.”

The old monk Yizhen sat on the tatami on the side of the desk and greeted the air.

Of course no one said anything.

The ramen on the table was hot and there was no abnormality when the airflow fluctuated.

"It's true, it's still the same as before. Every time I ask me to help you set up bowls and chopsticks?" He complained, and the old monk still bent down from the wooden tray on the ground and picked up a pair of black chopsticks.

The chopsticks tinged and placed them on the bowl.

At the same time, outside the cafeteria, two young monks happened to pass by. When they heard the movement, they stopped, looked at the dim room from afar, and began to whisper:

"Wow, it must be the abbot who secretly cooked noodles again and ate it himself!"

"Actually, I really want to tell the abbot, can you stop cooking noodles? It takes at least two or three days of ramen for a week. I really can't do it!" One of the boys had a bitter face.

"Then tell Senior Brother Aoki." said the companion.

"good!"

Before the two of them could turn around, someone spread his arms behind him and his palms pressed on their shoulders.

"Senior Brother!" The two were shocked.
To be continued...