Chapter 18 Oil-splashed noodles (5)
Wen Mingtang: "..."
Looking at the empty food bowl, and hearing the sound of noodles coming from the prison, Wen Mingtang, who came back to his senses, smiled, stood up and said, "Young master is right! The two of you should get two bowls. It's just that Harvesting rice is not easy, please don't waste it!"
After finishing speaking, without waiting for a voice to answer from inside, he took A Bing and Tang Yuan away.
The group of them walked neatly without looking back, so they didn't see that after they left, a face suddenly appeared at the small food outlet, and the boy lying on the ground confirmed that they had indeed left. After that, he got up and said to the young man in satin and brocade clothes behind him, "Young master, I'm leaving!"
Hearing this, the young man who was standing in front of the noodle bowl with a straight face looking around hurriedly picked up the noodle bowl, then picked up the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth, nodded while eating, and said, "Oh! This is what people eat! What did those meals look like yesterday? Is that for people to eat? It’s like pig bran.”
Looking at the boy who only had a small half of his bowl left, he said with a bitter face: "Yesterday, the little boy ate that meal!"
The meals of the Dali Temple’s public kitchen and yamen are really lacking, and it is hard to swallow. I really don’t know how to make meat dishes and vegetarian dishes into the same taste.
"Then you continue to eat today!" The boy's face was almost buried in the noodle bowl, and he hadn't eaten for a whole day. How can he remember those eating rules at this time?
After wolfing down his own bowl, he snatched the little boy's half of the noodles, and said to the boy, "I'll give you the lunch and evening meals, and I'll let you eat this morning meal!"
Holding up the chopsticks to pick up an empty servant, he almost burst into tears: "Master, this is not good! I have already eaten this bowl of Double Happiness!"
"Eat it if you have eaten it!" The young man who had eaten a bowl of noodles and padded his stomach a little bit walked slowly to the prison bed and sat down, and said indifferently, "Master, I don't despise you!"
Shuangxi, the boy: "..." Is this a disgusting thing? He hasn't eaten a few bites yet, okay? The most terrible thing is that the first few mouthfuls have whetted the appetite, before he had time to enjoy himself, he was snatched away by the young master!
The young man who had just finished a bowl of noodles began to comment at this time, seeing him eating slowly and saying: "Oh! Look at the noodles without meat, vegetables or eggs. The taste is delicious. It can be done!"
While saying "yes", he hastily stuffed his chopsticks into the mouth, and the boy commented with his mouth in his mouth, "It seems that there are crushed fried peanuts in this noodles, I still love this! The crispy, salty and sweet taste is the same as that of the sauce. The juice is mixed together, and the aroma of spicy oil is also mixed..."
When the boy Shuangxi heard this, he couldn't help looking at his young master resentfully: How could the young master go so far? Just eat it and say it!
However, tasting the remaining fragrance in his mouth, Shuangxi felt that the young master's evaluation was not in vain: This noodle is really delicious! Eh! I don't know what this side is called? After you go out, you can ask the cook to cook and eat!
Those cooks are real too! With such delicious noodles, why didn't you cook them in the past?
Delivered noodles, and when we returned to the public kitchen hall of Dali Temple, it was already dawn. On the way back, I even saw officials from Dali Temple coming to the yamen for duty.
The sun is rising, and the whole Yamen is full of vigor.
It's just this vigor...dissipated in front of the kitchen of Dali Temple.
The public kitchen of Dali Temple was still empty, with no one there.
Wen Mingtang brought A Bing and the glutinous rice **** back to the table, facing the empty kitchen hall of Dali Temple, the three of them sat down.
In such an empty public kitchen hall of Dali Temple, A Bing and Tangyuan have met many times on weekdays, but seeing this unattended public kitchen hall today, for some reason, I feel a little aggrieved and unwilling for no reason.
The two looked at each other, and Tang Yuan immediately said: "Master Wen, don't be angry! I will talk to my father later. Although my father is only a coachman, he has to take those adults out every day to handle cases! It is to drive Dali alone. Lord Siqing has also done a lot of times, I asked my father to mention it more, and must tell everyone that Master Wen's craftsmanship is really good!"
Wen Mingtang couldn't help laughing at what the two said one after another. Looking at A Bing and Tangyuan who were fighting for her, Wen Mingtang shook his head and said, "It's okay! Just take your time!"
She is really not in a hurry! Instead of dragging people here by selling favors and making people unwilling, it is better to wait, someone will come.
After all, eating this kind of food is the same as wine, and this is the reason why the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys!
Several people grabbed a handful of melon seeds and chatted while knocking them. When the hour of Chen was about to pass, the hour of Si was approaching, and the time for the meal was about to end, the three of them stood up and began to pack their things.
Looking at the unfinished five **** of dough under the cloth, Ah Bing couldn't help but said, "Master Wen, can you let me bring three bowls of oil-splashed noodles back for my family to taste?"
This side is so delicious, it's a pity to waste it! How about asking him to take it home and give the family a taste of this delicious oil-splashed noodles!
As soon as the words came out, the glutinous rice **** on the side immediately said: "The remaining two bowls, let me take them back, and each of us will have a bowl with my father!"
That's it...the extra dough is not a waste! Just as Wen Mingtang was about to agree, he saw a few servants running into the public kitchen, and said out of breath, "We've caught up! Master Wen, bring us a bowl of those oily noodles!"
After the officers said this, they found a seat near the front and sat down, looking towards Wen Mingtang obsessively.
Because of the hard mouth in the morning, the smell of the oily noodles has made them think about it until now!
Originally thought that the young master who was on a hunger strike would not eat or drink like yesterday, but when they went to collect the bowls and chopsticks, what they saw were two clean bowls that even licked off the sauce in the bowls.
Several people looked at each other, and immediately made up their minds to come and taste this oily noodles!
After all, what delicious food has the young master never eaten? If this young master can lick the bowl so clean, the oily noodles must be delicious!
In addition, the more than 30 bowls collected today are all empty, not even half of the noodles are left... They wanted to come to eat Chaoshi at that time, but because they had to help send prisoners early in the morning, they went to the Criminal Department , This is the delay!
After finally sending off the prisoners, and seeing that there was still time, before it was time to remove the court food, several people hurried over.
That's it...the oil-splashed noodles that I could take back, but now I can't take them back!
Although Tang Yuan and A Bing were a little disappointed, they were more happy! It is a good thing for Master Wen that more people can taste Master Wen's craftsmanship!
According to the sound of "stinging" oil, the aroma spread, and in the eyes of the guards, A Bing and Tang Yuan deftly brought the oil-splashed noodles in front of several guards.
These bowls are freshly made and taste better than those made in advance! Sure enough, as soon as the noodles were eaten, he received a lot of compliments from the servants.
"Good... delicious!" Because he ate too fast, one of the guards almost bit his tongue, but still couldn't help but look at Wen Mingtang, and asked, "Master Wen, what is Minger's morning food? And this oil?" Spilled noodles?"
Wen Mingtang heard the words, smiled and said: "It depends on what ingredients are sent to the village today!"
Although the oil-splashed noodles are served for the morning meal today, but in normal times, there are more regular meals such as lunch and evening meals! If it wasn't for the guards who made a special trip yesterday, she wouldn't be cooking oil-splashed noodles today.
Wen Mingtang's meaning was understood by several guards, and they smacked the taste in their mouths, feeling a bit unfinished. To be honest, they can still eat this bowl of oily noodles for several consecutive meals without getting tired, but thinking that they will be able to eat new morning food from Wen Mingtang tomorrow, they can't help but look forward to it a little more.
It would be nice if tomorrow could come earlier!
(end of this chapter)