Chapter 73 Rice Cake (2)
A Bing and Tang Yuan nodded, such trivial matters were naturally taken care of by them, and said: "Master Wen, don't worry, just go!"
Wen Mingtang nodded, and wrapped a piece of rice cake in oiled paper, obviously preparing to eat it on the road. Before he walked two steps, he turned back and went to the back kitchen.
The glutinous rice **** that were being distributed in front of the counter subconsciously looked at the back kitchen through the square holes in the wall, but saw Wen Mingtang raised his head and paused for a moment at the row of kitchen knives that were being sharpened every day, and then took off a knife The slender boning knife was taken away.
Looking at the glutinous rice **** that were being eaten, he was taken aback for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, he could only see the back of Wen Mingtang leaving.
Master Wen is going out, why bring a boning knife? Tangyuan was taken aback for a moment, but after a pause, she found the reason: the cook! There doesn't even seem to be a problem with taking a diner with you!
The more I think about this reason, the more there is nothing wrong with it. The glutinous rice **** nodded seriously and continued to share the morning food.
When the bell rang at the hour of Chen, the public kitchen of Dali Temple gradually became lively. Master Wen, whom he could see in the past, is not here today, which naturally provoked many people to ask.
After learning that Wen Mingtang was out on business, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally looking forward to a public chef who cooks such delicious dishes, don't run away!
It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal! If there is no Master Wen, only Sun and Wang are left every day, how can people live in those days!
Wen Mingtang, who was being chanted, was walking across Chunfeng Street towards Suyuejiaofang while eating rice cakes in his hands.
Places like Jiaofang are only lively at night. Now that the sun has just risen and it is broad daylight, there are naturally not many people on the long street near Jiaofang.
Many maidservants and handymen on the street are shopping, and they yawn occasionally, looking sleepy.
Because of the special nature of the Jiaofang, these people are upside down day and night compared with ordinary people. In this way, Wen Mingtang, who is holding a rice cake and eating it in high spirits, seems a bit out of place in it.
Because of being out of place, the passing maids and servants would look at her from time to time, but they looked away after seeing her gray linen robe.
Wen Mingtang squatted down by the alley diagonally opposite the entrance of Jiaofang, and looked at the people coming out of the entrance of Jiaofang.
After eating a piece of rice cake, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and a servant girl came out of the teaching workshop.
Although it is obviously dressed as a maidservant, the skirt is much better than the maidservants all over the street. If it weren't for the Hufu skirt that is easy to walk around, it is really not suitable for dancing, I am afraid it is better than some dancers who sing music You should dress more gorgeously.
Compared to the cautious or listless or expressionless expressions of ordinary maidservants, this maidservant's face is arrogance that is rarely seen by other maidservants.
This expression...is exactly the same as the one I saw in the Sushan shop.
Finally came out, and she was the one waiting! When Wen Mingtang saw the maidservant, he got up and walked over.
The maidservant who was about to go to a nearby restaurant to buy morning food suddenly saw someone walking towards her, frowned instinctively, and said: "I don't have eyes, it disturbed Miss Xiu's interest in eating morning food, you Can you afford it?"
Wen Mingtang, who had been scolded for a while, looked at her, smiled, and was about to speak, when the maid waved her away: "Who are you? Why don't you go away?"
The arrogance in the Sushan shop that day did not seem to be aimed at her specifically, but towards everyone.
Wen Mingtang lowered his eyelids, fell silent, raised his eyes again, looked at the maidservant in front of him, and said, "I want to meet your beautiful girl!"
As soon as these words came out, she provoked a sneer from the servant girl. She rolled her eyelids, glanced at Wen Mingtang, slapped her nose with her hands in disgust, and said: "Your body smells like oil, our girl Xiu is like this." People can see what they want?"
The smell of oil can’t be helped, after all, after making rice cakes all morning, it’s a flower-scented fairy who ran around the kitchen for fear of smelling it.
Wen Mingtang looked at her and asked, "Is your Miss Xiu's name Wen Xiutang?"
The servant girl was startled when she heard this sentence, and before she could ask her how she knew it, she heard Wen Mingtang say: "My name is Wen Mingtang, and you girl Xiu is my elder sister!"
The servant girl came back to her senses and was startled for a moment, but this time she looked at Wen Mingtang intently. Seeing her oily sackcloth all over her body, she subconsciously frowned again, and the frown became tighter and tighter. , when he saw the face that was mostly covered by thick bangs, he paused, couldn't help shaking his head, and then slightly suppressed the disgust in his eyes, and said, "I'll go buy some for Miss Xiu first." Chao Shi, I will ask Miss Xiu when I go back, just wait here!"
Wen Mingtang nodded in response, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the alley where she was staying. She has always had good hearing, and heard the maid behind her muttering in a low voice: "Anyway, she is also Miss Xiu's clan sister, and her appearance is far worse than that of Miss Xiu. Oh, and the smell on my body is really bad, like a cook in the kitchen."
Wen Mingtang couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips when he heard this: This maid is quite discerning! She is indeed a cook.
Walked to the entrance of the alley and squatted down.
Seeing the servant girl enter the restaurant, after a while, she came out with an exquisite food box, and walked into the teaching workshop.
Wen Mingtang squatted on the ground and waited for a while, and soon, the maid came out from the teaching workshop. Probably because he thought the sun was too high, he didn't come over, but waved at her from a distance, signaling her to go over.
Wen Mingtang got up, walked over "as soon as you are called", walked up to the maidservant and asked, "My elder sister..."
Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the maid, who frowned and said, "Don't shout, call Miss Xiu." After speaking, she turned and took Wen Mingtang to the side.
Wen Mingtang glanced at the teaching workshop with the door wide open, and asked the maidservant, "Why don't you go through the main entrance?"
"You can't go through the main entrance!" said the servant girl.
Wen Mingtang raised his eyebrows: Some powerful families have regulations that only the powerful can go through the gate, and no one else can. But where do such regulations come from places like Suuyuejiaofang? Accessible to everyone.
The servant girl glanced at her as she spoke, and said, "What do you know? Our Miss Xiu is the top brand in the Suyue Jiaofang. There are so many people who are jealous of our Miss Xiu in the open and in the dark! You walked in through the main entrance so ostentatiously. If people saw it, wouldn't they give our girl Xiu a handle?"
Wen Mingtang was silent, and said "Oh", indicating that he understood.
The maid took her around the main entrance and walked towards the back entrance of the Suyue Jiaofang.
On the way past, she told her again: "Just go through the back door. If you meet someone and someone asks, I will say that Miss Xiu has not had a good appetite recently. If you find a cook, you will say that you are the one for Xiu. The girl cooks snacks, do you understand?"
Wen Mingtang nodded and said with a smile, "I'm just a cook!"
Maid: "..."
Glancing at her, the maid took Wen Mingtang to the back door of the teaching workshop, and walked in through the slightly covered back door of the teaching workshop.
(end of this chapter)