Chapter 240 Boiled pork slices (1)
Liu Yuan, who was looking through the files in the lobby, was also scooping up the rock sugar pears made from the "Pear Bowl".
Yesterday, he squatted until midnight before returning home. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep when he got home. When it was dawn, he woke up from the cold!
After all this tossing, my throat naturally started to dry out, and I seemed to have symptoms of cold and fever! I frantically boiled a bowl of soup and medicine to remedy it, but the dryness of my throat was very uncomfortable. Now this ice candy pear came at the right time!
Rock sugar Sydney is very common, as long as you have enough patience, the taste will not be bad! Master Wen's bowl of rock sugar pears has obviously given enough patience. The jelly of the white fungus has long been incorporated into the soup, and the mouth is slightly sticky. Moisturized a lot.
Liu Yuan put spoonful after spoonful into his mouth. Master Wen's pear stew with rock sugar is sweet and not greasy, and the sweetness is just right! After all, if this rock sugar pear, also known as Xiao Diao Li Tang, can't be stewed well with enough patience, the only problem is that there is too much sugar, and it will easily become stale if you eat too much.
Really, the longer I eat the dishes made by Master Wen, the more I can understand the words that Master Wen chanted every day.
"The best evaluation of something like dessert soup is that it is not sweet!" There is some truth to this statement.
After drinking the rock sugar pears in the pear stomach, he ate the "pear cup" without any hassle. Liu Yuan felt that his "saving" really responded to the sage's "thrifty" call, and even ate the "vessels" , can you not be frugal?
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In the courtyard of the public kitchen, Wen Mingtang and the other three also ate the "Pear Cup", and after a short rest, they began to prepare evening meals!
While they were busy washing rice and vegetables, a few ladies appeared outside the public kitchen and looked into the public kitchen.
Although they were busy with the work at hand and didn't care to raise their heads, a few big living people appeared at the door, and they could be seen from the corner of their eyes even if they looked at them!
After the rice was on the pot, Wen Mingtang, who had a free time, raised his head and looked at the little ladies who were looking around.
Seeing Wen Mingtang raised his head, the little lady who was still a little apprehensive put her heart down, and walked into the public kitchen graciously.
"Are you Master Wen of the public chef?" The little lady in the lead wore a pair of double-ring buns, and when she smiled, she had two small dimples on her cheeks, looking very pretty and cute!
This look... When Zhentong was sent to Dali Temple in the middle of the night, he looked like two people, all dirty and unkempt!
After matching the little lady who was talking in front of him with one of the little ladies on the portraits in Liu Yuan's hands, Wen Mingtang nodded to her, and greeted her: "Chang little lady!"
Miss Chang was even more happy when Wen Mingtang called out her name. She gestured with her hands and feet and said, "The adults said that they want to lure the snake out of the hole and make the murderer behind the scenes think that we are dead, so we have to stay in Dali Temple. We have to stay in Dali Temple." Stay in Dali Temple for a while!"
"Is the morning food delivered in the morning called oil splashed noodles? Looking at the simple appearance, I thought it would not be delicious, but I thought it was better than the dry buns I ate when I was locked up. , I took a sip," Miss Chang said excitedly, "That sip really shocked me, it was so delicious! I don't know why my mother can't make the same oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. It can be tuned!"
Wen Mingtang smiled and was about to speak, but the little lady Chang continued without waiting for her to speak.
"There's also something called sauerkraut fish for lunch. It's really sour, fresh and spicy. It's so appetizing and delicious!" Miss Chang said excitedly, "I used to not eat fish at home, so I don't want to eat fish here. I'm going to be a picky eater, so I picked it up and tasted it, I was really surprised!"
"Those guards are right. They said that there is a master Wen in the public kitchen. The dishes are delicious. I didn't believe it at first, but I thought those guards were afraid that I would run around without understanding, so they said so!" A little lady answered, "It's true! Master Wen, you are about the same age as me. How can this dish be so delicious? It's better than my aunt who has been cooking for decades. Eat something?"
Wen Mingtang smiled, looked at the little ladies in front of him, and said: "Wuhe, I have liked this since I was a child, just be proficient!"
These little ladies in front of them were pulled back from the living burial pit last night. It can be said that they walked in front of the king of Hades! After all, wandering between life and death, there is no guarantee that you will not be scared. At first, you thought it would take some time to recover, but now, seeing how happy the people are, the recovery is much faster than everyone imagined!
Wen Mingtang greeted several people, and continued cutting and preparing vegetables with A Bing and Tang Yuan.
"What kind of dish is this?"
"Is this called Qianzhang? I have eaten it!"
"Well, it's Qianzhang."
"What about that?"
"Green bean sprouts."
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Just like this, I talked to each other and chatted trivially. When Wen Mingtang and the others prepared the dishes, poured oil into the pot, and poured in the onion, ginger, garlic, prepared sauce and other auxiliary ingredients, " With a sound, the oily smoke rose with a slightly pungent pungent taste.
The little ladies were startled and backed away in exclamation.
There was a lot of noise in Dali Temple, and at this moment, only a voice sounded outside the door.
"Finding the murderer is a big deal!"
The clear voice was a bit incompatible with the oily smoke in the room, so even Wen Mingtang, who was concentrating on the pot, subconsciously raised his head and looked outside the public kitchen door.
But I saw Lin Fei standing there in a crimson official robe. It was obviously the most down-to-earth fireworks, but amidst the smog, his expression was a bit picturesque.
But it was only for a moment like this poetic and picturesque. As soon as he opened his mouth, he suppressed his expression in an instant, leaving only his majesty: "You ladies should go to the yard to stay! If the bad guys sneak into Dali Temple and commit another murder, I will I can't guarantee that I can save a few more little ladies!"
When they saw Lin Fei, the little ladies whose eyes were still full of astonishment were startled immediately. After hearing Lin Fei's words such as 'bad people mixed into Dali Temple' and 're-committed murder', they were imprisoned for those days. The panic in the dark room and the despair of being nearly killed last night suddenly surged up, completely drowning people.
The little ladies who were smiling like flowers one moment ago wilted like frost-beaten eggplants the next moment, and ran away in a hurry without even thinking about talking to Wen Mingtang.
After Miss Chang and the others left, Lin Fei's voice sounded again.
"Master Wen!"
Through the hazy atmosphere of fireworks, he looked here, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that his facial features were softer than before: "Next time there is such a thing, just ask A Bing to call me !"
"Don't let them disturb your work!"
Working with wages is not a waste of time. The entire Dali Temple, from the officials and servants to the handymen and concierges, has to prepare meals before the evening meal time.
Although these tasks are skilled, they are also tiring.
The little ladies are not bad people. They must be loved by their families on weekdays. They even seldom enter the kitchen once. It was unavoidable to see this, so they ran over to join in the fun.
But joining in the fun like this is really disturbing people's work!
Thinking of the scene I saw when I passed by just now: those little ladies who had just been rescued surrounded the table chattering and asking.
Obviously a young lady of the same age, one party does not touch the spring water with ten fingers, and is afraid of oily smoke; the other party holds a spatula in his hand, and skillfully cuts vegetables and cooks around the stove.
Although Master Wen said that she really likes to cook, he can think of the pretty clothes those little ladies wear, and the very low-key and inconspicuous girls who wear them on weekdays.
For some unknown reason, Lin Fei suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
(end of this chapter)