Chapter 165 Husband and wife lung slices (4)
Ji Caimai, who was smiling at first, froze his smile on his face. When he came back to his senses, he immediately suppressed his smile, looked at Yu Jijiu, and suddenly elongated his tone: "Jijiu is not authentic!"
I’ve seen people who eat what they want and even take it away, but I’ve never seen anyone who even takes it away with the cook.
The man who offered wine to take people away and asked him to be the public chef of Dali Temple still opened fire?
So without thinking about it, Ji Caimai waved his hands and said, "No way..."
Yu Jijiu smiled, and raised his finger to A Bingtong, who was very neatly cutting vegetables and seasonings behind the table, and said, "Look at the two apprentices she brought out are not bad, it shouldn't be too much for a day or two." question!"
Ji Caimai still shook his head: "This is not a problem, it is..."
Before he finished speaking, he dropped two huge silver ingots in front of him. Looking at Ji Caimai who was a little dazed, Yu Jijiu rubbed his chin and said, "Maybe Ji Caimai think about it again?"
Ji Caimai's eyes fell on the silver ingot for a moment, and he resisted to take his eyes away from the silver ingot, but he still shook his head and said: "This is against the rules, our Master Wen is the master of the public chef of Dali Temple, how can we just put it down casually?" Take the burden and run outside..."
Before he finished speaking, Yu Jijiu snorted and said, "Your Dali Temple cook's master doesn't have a holiday?"
There are holidays. Ji Caimai hesitated for a moment, then paused again for a moment when her eyes fell on the two huge silver ingots, then turned her head and called "Master Wen".
Wen Mingtang came over from behind the counter and asked "what's the matter".
After hearing Yu Jijiu's story, Wen Mingtang was about to speak, when he heard Ji Caimai coughed twice, and the abacus beads made a "bang bang" sound, and said, "Master Wen gave up the rest of the holiday. I’m here to cook a feast for you, I heard that those Confucian scholars are the most picky, if they make things difficult..."
Before the words were finished, another huge silver ingot fell in front of Ji Caimai, Yu Jijiu gave Ji Caimai a sideways look, and said, "Is that enough?"
This old man is really cunning, if you want more money, just say it!
Such a good way... Ji Caimai turned to look at Wen Mingtang, Wen Mingtang suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, coughed lightly, and said to Yu Jijiu who was throwing money like beans: "I don't know what day the feast of Yu Jijiu is on. , so that I can change my holiday to that day."
After asking Yu about the date of the sacrificial wine, the location of the banquet, and the taboos and preferences of the people at the banquet, Wen Mingtang agreed.
After Yu Jijiu left, Wen Mingtang took two silver ingots from Ji Caimai, pushed the remaining silver ingot back into Ji Caimai's hand, and said, "Thank you Ji Caimai for buying Zhou Xuan."
She doesn't know anything about the rules of such foreign cooks. Without Ji Cai to buy, this silver ingot would not be there. It should be a good deal with Ji Cai.
Ji Caimai declined for a while, but still accepted, and said to Wen Mingtang: "In the future, there will be a big banquet like Yu Jijiu, and I will pay attention to it for you."
Such a big banquet, as long as the craftsmanship is excellent, it is a chance to become famous.
"If the dishes you cook are in line with the taste of the group of close friends who made Yu Jijiu, the price of this private banquet will not be low in the future." Ji Caimai lowered her voice and reminded Wen Mingtang a few words of the way, "However, not all banquets can be accepted. If there are some disagreements, it will only cause trouble for the cook. Of course, I will take a look at these for you first!"
Since you have taken the money, you have to do something.
"You have become famous, and the signboard of our public kitchen in Dali Temple has been sold out. When we come out with a festive pastry gift box or something during the festival, the supply must be in short supply." Ji Caimai said, "You are also helping me, helping our entire public kitchen. .”
Wen Mingtang nodded his thanks, and said to Ji Caimai: "When the Yu Jijiu banquet comes, Ji Caimai will help with the preparation of dishes and ingredients."
Ji Caimai nodded: "That's natural!"
The dishes are delicious. Master Wen's craftsmanship is of course important, but the ingredients cannot be sloppy. Not to mention that Master Wen's dishes are too "new" to most chefs in the capital. The ingredients, ingredients, and seasonings must not be prepared well, and they have to prepare them.
Because there is still some time before Yu Jijiu's banquet, there is no need to start preparations now, what should be done in these days.
Probably because King Yu got into trouble, he really didn't have the heart to take care of Wen Mingtang. Wen Xiutang, who had torn his face last time, may not have appeared for a long time.
Wen Mingtang had a very pleasant time these days.
It's just that he is comfortable here, but Liu Yuan and the others are getting more and more headaches when handling cases. Since Shangfeng Lin Shaoqing took over the relics of Sudan Sheng from the hands of a small official, he has been going to the warehouse to check various files all day long. Days have not been out of Dali Temple to handle the case.
A few of them ran out every day, but no matter whether it was the envoys of Goguryeo, Princess Chaoan, or King Yu, there was no progress.
After all, these two are out to hang out, and it is not easy to treat them according to the law.
It was the head of the household department, Mrs. Jin, who returned to Beijing and cried hastily over his dead wife who committed suicide. After hearing about it, he began to bury Mrs. Jin.
"What can he do to King Yu as a small principal?" Although Wei Fu said something for Lord Jin, his brows were still knitted together.
He made a special trip to the affairs of the Jin family, so he knows more about the affairs of the Jin family than everyone else.
Liu Yuantong Bai Zhu was quite surprised by this expression: "What's wrong?"
Wei Fu then said: "Master Jin burned the lotus painting on the day he returned to Beijing. When I asked about it, his reaction, even though I am a man, made me feel a little chilled."
What reaction?
"When I mentioned Mrs. Jin, he was very disgusted and said, 'I think she is dirty'." Wei Fu paused for a while, seeing the slight change in Liu Yuantong Baizhu's expression, he also shook his head, "I tell the truth Why hasn't been found out, so he is not afraid that Mrs. Jin will be disappointed in the underground."
"But he said that no matter whether it is true or not, everyone outside said that he was wearing a green hat on his head. What is the difference between whether it is true or not?" Wei Fu shook his head, and his tone was a little more mocking, "Compared to Prince Fu, he It's very 'backbone', but it's not much better."
Whether Fu Ma or Mrs. Jin, it is chilling to see.
True men are both men, it is shameful to associate with them!
Such a reaction was exactly what they expected at the time, so...
"The woman who changed her mind..." Liu Yuan thought for a while, and said, "Could Mrs. Jin be forced to commit suicide?"
Hearing this, Wei Fu nodded and said: "I thought of this, so I went to find Lin Shaoqing on purpose. Lin Shaoqing said that I should not worry, and said that when he found the head, Mrs. Jin's case would be fine. Regardless of what happened to Sudan, everything will come to light!"
(end of this chapter)