Chapter 177 Small Pot Rice Noodles (4)
Yu Jijiu held on to the spoon in one hand and the chopsticks in the other. He picked up a chopstick of rice noodles and put them into the spoon with a little soup. After a little blowing, he put the rice noodles into his mouth.
This thing looks a bit like noodles, but it is smoother than ordinary noodles, and the taste is completely different from noodles. The white rice noodle is slippery in the mouth, and it can be broken with a light bite, but it is tender and not rotten. Its taste is so special that Yu Jijiu has never tasted it before.
Yu Jijiu absolutely loves the texture of this rice noodle, especially the slippery mouthful of it, which makes him feel extremely comfortable eating it.
After taking several mouthfuls of rice noodles, Yu Jijiu scooped up another spoonful of broth and put it into his mouth. The bone broth is moderately salty and delicious. The sauerkraut and minced pork meat are fresh and tender, with the unique sourness and freshness of sauerkraut, soaked in the bone broth, and even the bone broth has a unique sourness and deliciousness.
What especially made him feel special was the small piece of leek. He is not keen on leeks and other things. Most of the leeks he eats on weekdays are stir-fried. Occasionally, he also eats some dumplings, wontons, and pot stickers that are used as fillings, such as those floating in the soup. It's the first time I've seen it.
After hesitating for a moment, Yu Jijiu still didn't pick off the leek leaves mixed in the rice noodles with chopsticks, but put them into his mouth together.
At the moment of entrance, Yu Jijiu couldn't help raising his eyebrows, a little surprised: I thought that the leek leaves would have a strange sense of discomfort when paired with rice noodles, but I didn't expect that instead of not having it, the taste was richer and at the same time there were more A unique spicy fragrance can be said to be the icing on the cake.
Things like noodle noodles are really addictive. When Yu Jijiu finished eating and left the table, there was not even a little soup left in the casserole. Although the rice noodles are sweating all over, eating it has a different kind of hearty feeling.
When the time for the morning meal was approaching, Wen Mingtang took his small pot of rice noodles to the food table and sat down, discussing with Tangyuan and the others about mooncakes for the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival while chatting about rice noodles.
Ji Caimai, who knows how to make money with the abacus, said frankly: "Our takeaway business is very prosperous. Whether it is braised duck, ice powder, sour plum drink, etc., it is very popular. There are several teachers in the Imperial College next door. The doctor has come here to buy ducks a few times. Master Wen, I think I will stay until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the mooncakes made in the public kitchen can take advantage of the wind to blow more fiercely!"
Wen Mingtang heard the words, nodded and said: "I think so too."
But at this time there is still more than half a month before the Mid-Autumn Festival, so there is no rush, compared to this...
"After two days of rest, I'm going to visit Lishan," Wen Mingtang said to Ji Caimai, "The place for the Yu Jijiu banquet is chosen to be Lishan."
When Ji Caimai heard the word "Lishan", Ji Caimai couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth: "I actually chose Lishan..." But even though he muttered, he was not surprised.
"If you have the literati's spirit to sacrifice wine, you will definitely choose such an elegant place with high mountains and flowing water. It's not surprising to choose Mount Li!" Ji Caimai rubbed his chin and said, "For ordinary people like me, this Sending ingredients and so on, it’s a bit far away.”
But no matter how far away, Yu Jijiu is not stingy with money, and they can do it themselves.
Wen Mingtang nodded, got up and lay down in the soup, took a bite of the fried egg that had soaked up the soup, and the runny egg liquid in it scattered on the rice noodles, picked up a pair of chopsticks and put the rice noodles mixed with the egg liquid into her mouth, she said: "I have never been to Mount Li, but I can take this opportunity to go and have a look!"
Lishan Mountain is also known as Xiuling with its green and beautiful scenery. "The Weishui River is white in autumn, and the Lishan Mountain is red in the evening." The evening photo of Lishan Mountain is one of the "Eight Scenic Spots in Guanzhong"!
The banquet place that Yu Jijiu can pick is naturally not inferior. A few days ago, Yu Jijiu had already sent the list of guests along with their preferences.
Wen Mingtang has made a banquet list for this purpose, and it happens to be sent to Ji Caibu for a look. There is nothing wrong with the menu, and Ji Caibuy can find all the ingredients used, but...
Ji Caimai frowned, looked at Wen Mingtang who was smacking rice noodles, pointed to a name on the list, and asked her: "Is this Wang He the great Confucian king of Shuozhou?"
Although the name "Wang He" is not uncommon, the "Wang He" that may appear on the banquet list of Yu Jijiu is probably the only one in the entire Great Glory! Thinking of this, Ji Caimai's face became a little dignified.
As soon as this remark came out, Ji Caimai hesitated. He looked at Wen Mingtang who was lowering his head and holding the chopsticks to press the fried egg into the soup, making the fried egg soak up the soup, hesitant to speak.
Wen Mingtang, who noticed Ji Caimai's expression, looked up at Ji Caimai: "Ji Caimai, what's wrong?"
A Bingtong Tangyuan, who was bowing his head and licking the rice noodles, also looked up at Ji Caimai when he heard this.
They are all their own people, so there is no need to go around in circles. Ji Caimai looked at Wen Mingtang, and said frankly: "This king has some problems with Wen Xuance."
Wen Mingtang nodded, took a bite of the soup-soaked fried egg, said "Oh", and said, "There are quite a lot of people who have had festivals with him!"
Ji Caimai: "..."
Looking at the girl's usual look, Ji Caimai couldn't bear it anymore. After thinking about it, he defended Wen Xuance: "You are a literati! It is inevitable that you are a little arrogant."
Wen Mingtang tasted the staggeringly fresh soup in his mouth, half-closed his eyes and said: "It's really rare for him to make enemies everywhere with such arrogance."
Ji Caimai: "..."
I really don’t know how to refute this statement.
Even so, Wen Mingtang still asked Ji Caimai: "What's the holiday?"
Ji Caimai said: "Wang He is in the same discipline as Wen Xuance. When he was in Shuozhou, Wang He was an unrivaled talent. As a result, Wang He was ridiculed by your father with poems and articles during the palace examination."
Wen Mingtang came to a sudden: "Wang Dacai is afraid that this is the first time he has been humiliated like this when he grows up to such an old age. I think he is going to die of anger!"
"Isn't that right? Although he won the second place in the imperial examination, when has the great talent of the king fallen under others? If he is not the number one scholar, he would rather not be an official in the court! Therefore, he immediately packed up his burden and refused to be an official. Go back to Shuozhou to become a great Confucian Let's go!" Ji Caimai said.
Tangyuan, who was smacking rice noodles, was dumbfounded when she heard this: "Isn't the second place pretty good? You didn't even become an official. What's the matter? This is too temperamental!"
Ten years of hard work, no one asked, and once he became famous, the world knew it. After reading all the books for so many years, why don't you stop being an official?
Ji Caimai glanced at the glutinous rice balls: "How can ordinary people understand such a great talent? After your father's accident, I heard that Wang Dacai was very angry, because he couldn't compete with your father anymore, and he became seriously ill because of it." One match. If he meets you on Mount Li, he might drag you to a poetry competition!"
Wen Mingtang spread his hands: "..."
What kind of poetry and essays will she write? It's more like cooking or something.
Just thinking about it like this, Ji Caimai seemed to suddenly think of something, "Ah" and said: "That's right! You went to Yeting at that time because you didn't know what happened outside. I heard that there was a Your father's student switched to Wang He's name after your father's accident, called..."
Tell her to do nothing with her! Wen Xuance had a lot of students, but as far as the original owner was a child at that time, he might not be able to remember any of them. Wen Mingtang was thinking while eating, but he heard Ji Caimai say, "I don't remember surnames being common, it seems to be called Xunzhou..."
"Click!" With a sound, the spoon in Wen Mingtang's hand who was scooping up the soup on the opposite side fell into the soup, and the soup splashed on the girl's face, but the girl didn't bother to wipe it off, but looked at him in surprise. Ji Caimai asked, "Ji Caimai, what's the name of that student?"
(end of this chapter)