Chapter 55 Layer cake
"The two sisters, Huang Ying and Huang Oriole, were originally tea sellers on the boat, but Zhang Zeduan spotted them and called them onto the boat, and then..." The remaining three maidservants talked about the origins of the two sisters, Huang Ying and Huang Oriole.
"When we got home, the family thought they were ashamed and wanted them to commit suicide. Zhang Zeduan went to buy someone at that time, and if he had money, he could take away Huang Ying and Huang Oriole, so their family agreed on the spot. The servant girl said, "The two of them are twin sisters, they look and sound alike, when Oriole was here in the past, even we couldn't tell each other apart."
"Although Huang Li is a younger sister, she loves her sister dearly. Every time Zhang Zeduan called someone, she was the one who had been tortured the most. Later, when Zhang Zeduan beat someone too hard, Huang Li burned all night and couldn't make it through. He just died like this. So, Zhang Zeduan threw him to the mass grave, and I was not allowed to reveal it to the outside world, otherwise we will be the next ones to die!"
"Zhang Zeduan was in jail. I can't stay away from him and I can't report to the police. Huang Ying hated him because of Huang Oriole's death. Every time she resisted, she was the fiercest. Once, she almost bit off a piece of Zhang Zeduan's flesh. Zhang Zeduan liked to beat her even more. "The servant girl said, "In the past two years, Huang Ying seemed to have been subdued, and she resisted less, so Zhang Zeduan let her go."
They thought that Huang Ying had no hope of revenge after all, and her heart died, but it turned out that Huang Ying had never forgotten Huang Oriole's death, and had been waiting for this day.
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When I walked out of the prison of Dali Temple, it started to rain. Lin Fei handed the file of the water ghost case to Liu Yuan and said, "The case can be closed."
The sentencing is not up to them, but the sentencing should also be based on the overall case. Liu Yuan held the heavy file and said, "Yes! The lower officials will clearly write down the real situation of the case."
Lin Fei nodded, then turned to Liu Yuan and said, "Talk to Lord Zhao, and let the people from the Prince's Mansion of Pingxi County come and lead him!"
Liu Yuan said "Yes", and Lin Fei strode forward.
In Xushi, the people from the Xijun Palace were rushed to Dali Temple, and they hurriedly went to the prison of Dali Temple to pick them up. When they were picked up, when they were about to take them away, Li Yuan frowned suddenly and called out. The guard said: "I want to take away the cook who is the cook of Dali Temple, you..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a voice behind him: "Little Junwang, you should go!"
This voice... he could recognize it even from ashes!
Li Yuan turned his head and glared at the person behind him: "Lin Fei, you bastard, why do you care about me?"
"No matter who I am in Dali Temple, they are all on the register. If the king of the small county wants to take it away, he might as well write a letter and find someone to hand it to His Majesty, and ask His Majesty for his approval!" Lin Fei said lightly.
The steward who came to pick him up couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and hurriedly said to Li Yuan: "Little Prince, the chef of Dongfeng Building was just hired by us recently, and the chef is very good at cooking, why bother?" Take away the cook who is a public cook?"
Not to mention that Lin Shaoqing obviously refused to let him go. Could it be that the county king really wants to get a cook in order to grab a cook?
Li Yuan frowned, and was about to speak, when he heard Lin Fei say: "Little Duke, if the responsibility for interfering with the case is investigated..."
Li Yuan's expression changed when he heard this, he stomped his feet vigorously, and said harshly, "Lin Fei, you wait for me!" before turning around and leading the person away.
After Li Yuan left, Liu Yuan, who was following Lin Fei, heaved a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said with emotion: "Thank God! Finally let this little county king go! He just wants to take Wen Wen away." Master, this is too much!"
The three chefs in the public kitchen can only eat the food made by Master Wen. It was really taken away by the king of Xiaojun. What else can they eat? Of course, if the king of Xiaojun takes Master Sun and Master Wang away, they are welcome.
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Ji Caimai, who received the ingredients, looked at her with a subtle expression on his face.
"Ji Caimai, what's wrong?" Wen Mingtang walked over and asked.
Ji Caimai raised his chin, pointed at the ingredients he had brought, and said, "Look at it!"
Wen Mingtang looked over, thinking for a moment that he had misread. Today's morning food ingredients are exactly the same vegetables, pork meat, and dumpling wrappers as yesterday's.
Ji Caimai pointed to the rules of the internal affairs office posted on the wall of the public kitchen, and said: "Since it is stipulated that there is no repetition of the same, what does it mean to send the same vegetables, pork meat, and dumpling wrappers for two consecutive days? It's not to attract people to go to eat. Have you done the number of re-sample deductions?"
Wen Mingtang was thoughtful when he heard the words.
Before she could speak, Ji Caimai said again: "Sun and Wang's lunch and evening meals didn't have such problems." For two consecutive days, the ingredients delivered were very rich.
This rule was caught off guard, and it always made him feel that something was wrong.
"Maybe it's a coincidence," Wen Mingtang smiled, and said, "It's okay, I can make this dumpling skin for a few days without repeating it, so let's see it."
Ji Caimai nodded "Yes", and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You do your own thing first, don't let anyone get caught, I will pay attention."
Wen Mingtang nodded, returned to the table with A Bing and Tang Yuan, and began to prepare the court food.
Pour the glutinous rice into the pot, add a lot of water to cook the porridge, and then Wen Mingtang began to process the ingredients. Just like yesterday, he chopped mushrooms, carrots, peas, pork meat, etc. and put them aside.
This procedure is so similar to making siu mai yesterday that A Bing and Tangyuan couldn’t help being curious after seeing it: "Master Wen, are you still making siu mai today? The internal affairs office is not allowed to repeat it!"
Wen Mingtang smiled at them, shook his head and said, "Put these into the porridge later, and make porridge with mushrooms and pork meat."
Throw this small handful of vegetables into the porridge, what about the dumpling wrapper?
Wen Mingtang took out the dumpling wrappers, went back to his residence, and soon came over with a few sauce jars.
"What is this?" A Bing and Tang Yuan watched curiously as Wen Mingtang opened the sauce jar, revealing the sauce inside.
These sauces have different colors, some are brownish red mixed with red chili oil, some are black and sticky like paste, and some are brownish yellow and slightly sparse.
Wen Mingtang pointed to the sauces and said one by one: "The red one is called Doubanjiang, the black one is called Sweet Noodle Sauce, and the brown one is called Soybean Sauce. I made them all myself."
As he spoke, he scooped these three kinds of sauces into a bowl one by one, then added cumin powder, scallion oil, and vegetable oil and stirred them together. After the mixture was evenly mixed, he began to work on the dumpling skins.
Take out a dumpling wrapper, brush it with scallion oil, then brush the sauce in the bowl, sprinkle with chopped green onion and cover one dumpling wrapper, then brush the scallion oil, sauce and chopped green onion on the second dumpling wrapper, Make another cover. And so on, layer upon layer. After stacking up to seven sheets, Wen Mingtang closed his hands, rolled them out with a rolling pin, and then put the dumplings made into a pan and fried them over low heat.
Watching the jade-white dumpling skin in the pot gradually turn golden, smelling the scallion oil and the special sauce fragrance, when Wen Mingtang took the cake out of the pot, Ji Caimai couldn't help but take a deep breath He took a deep breath, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "What is the name of this thing?"
Wen Mingtang said: "Thousand-layer cake."
(end of this chapter)