Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Chapter 138 Crepe Small Ravioli ([-])

After the Painted Skin case was over, it was finally a few days of rest.In the past few days, Liu Yuan and the others lived incomparably comfortably.Read the storybook, sort out the files of old cases, and when it's time for dinner, go to the public kitchen to eat the food made by Master Wen.

Because Master Wen was in charge of the court food, even if there was no case, Liu Yuan and others would come to eat the court food early every day.

"Even this group of case workers have their breaks, but Master Wen's restaurant is overcrowded every day!" Ji Caimai sighed, then turned to stare at Master Sun who was huddled in the corner, and put the copper in his hand. The pot "Kuang Tang" fell to Master Sun's feet with a sound, pointed at his nose and yelled, "Sun Dingren, Wang Junshan is not here, I think who else can you push it on? It's used for cooking this morning. Did you bring Chaoshi’s pork meat from outside?”

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. If the pork meat is not kept in the ice cellar, it will go rancid overnight and cannot be eaten.

The pork meat is gone, and the vegetables and meat on the Zhuangzi will be delivered later. Although it is not a big problem for the "skillful" Master Wen, this Sun Dingren is really...

"It's really three days without fighting, and I went to the house to expose the tiles." Ji Caimai pointed at Master Sun's nose with a sneer, and cursed, "I don't have the ability, I will always use some tricks behind my back! I went to the internal affairs office for several days to sue Master Wen Is it okay for me to wait until I don’t know?”

When Master Sun heard this, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

But Ji Caimai was too lazy to listen to his lies, and said, "Think you are the only one who has people, and I have no one?"

Anyway, it is a purchase that has to deal with the internal affairs yamen all year round, and the internal affairs yamen naturally handles it frequently.

"I said that Sun Dingren, a man, can't tolerate a little girl so badly? It's serious to use that little thought and skillful effort to practice your skills!" Ji Caimai scolded, "Why? Want to tease me again? Can someone deal with Master Wen?"

When Master Sun heard this, his face turned red, and he muttered in a low voice, "I...I didn't..."

"Who did you lie to? Do you want to ask Liu Sicheng and Lin Shaoqing to find out if you have any?" Ji Caimai let out a "bah" and cursed, "When the time comes to find a personal evidence and all the evidence, do you just take the initiative? Pack your things and leave?"

When Master Sun heard this, his heart skipped a beat. For a bastard like him who fished in troubled waters, the job of being a cook in Dali Temple was a job that he couldn't find even with a lantern.How could the public chef of Dali Temple, who worked so hard to get in by accident, leave?

So when he heard this, he didn't care whether he hated Wen Mingtang or not, and quickly stretched out three fingers to swear, "Don't worry, Ji Caimai, I, Sun Dingren, will never find someone to deal with Master Wen..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Caimai sneered.

Master Sun laughed dryly when he heard the words, and said bluntly: "From now on... I will never make any troubles in the future, if I violate this oath..."

Ji Caimai looked at Master Sun with folded arms, and when he saw Master Sun who had stopped speaking halfway, he lifted his chin and reminded him, "If you break this oath, what will you do?"

It’s also really interesting to think about crooked people all the time, such as Jing’an in the painting case, or Sun Dingren in front of me, who is obviously afraid of gods, Buddhas, ghosts, swearing, cursing, and karmic revenge, but he always goes to this place. Walking in crooked ways, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Ji Caimai knew that Master Sun was afraid of this, so he simply asked him to finish his oath here.

Seeing that Ji Caimai insisted, Master Sun had no choice but to say dryly: "If you break this oath, I, Sun Ding, will be struck by lightning and die a terrible death!"

Ji Caimai nodded after hearing this, pointed at Master Sun's nose, squinted and said: "You said it yourself! There is a thunderbolt, and you will die!"

As soon as the words "Thunder strikes from the sky, I will not die well" came out, Master Sun was terrified, and when he realized it, he saw that Ji Caimai was already walking towards the direction of the public kitchen.

Although most of the pork meat was spoiled by Master Sun's "missing" outside, but fortunately there is still a small bowl of pork meat left in the ice cellar.

"I can eat all these pork meat by myself." A Bing rubbed his stomach, looked at the small bowl of pork meat and muttered, "How can there be enough for so many people?"

"Whether there is enough to eat depends on what to do." Wen Mingtang put the specially rolled thin leather on the table, and said, "Today, I will make small crepe wontons for the morning meal."

Liu Yuan, who got up early in the morning and came to eat the morning food, saw Master Sun standing outside the public kitchen with a slumped face from a distance. There was still a large bowl of pork meat under his feet.I haven't smelled it after walking a long distance, but when I got closer, the sour smell rushed to my face, Liu Yuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and glanced at Master Sun: "Being a demon again?"

Master Sun: "..."

Liu Yuan was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, turned around and stepped into the public kitchen.

Although he went out early, there were still many colleagues who were earlier than him.

When it comes to eating, all the officials in Dali Temple are not convinced by anyone.

So as soon as I entered the public kitchen, I saw people eating morning food next to the food table.Today's morning food is wonton, but it is a little different from the usual wonton. I heard that the name of this wonton is crepe small wonton.

Liu Yuan glanced at the small crepe wontons in his colleague's bowl, and saw them floating on the soup surface like clouds. The skin was extremely thin and full of wrinkles, which really corresponded to the word "crepe".

Through the translucent wonton skin, you can faintly see a little bit of tender pork meat inside.Scallions, seaweed, shrimp skins, egg skins and diced pickled vegetables are sprinkled on top of the soup, interspersed between the small crepe wontons like clouds. With just one glance, people's endless appetite was immediately drawn out.

Liu Yuan saw that his colleague scooped up a small crepe wonton mixed with soup, shallots, seaweed, shrimp skin, and egg skin, and then put the soup and wonton into his mouth with a spoonful, swallowing it whole The sound of wontons and soup sucking sounded, and the appearance of eating was really not elegant, but it hooked the mouth and couldn't stop salivating.

Seeing his colleagues eat two spoonfuls, Liu Yuan couldn't wait to walk to the stage, and saw Wen Mingtang wrapping crepe wontons.It is said to be a bun, but in fact, it is to use a chopstick to dip the pork meat in the bowl of pork mince, pick up a little bit, wrap it in the thin wonton skin, and pinch it to make one.

Looking at "perfunctory", but it is very fast.

Wen Mingtang was in charge of making the package, A Bing was in charge of serving the wontons, and the glutinous rice balls were put in side dishes such as seaweed, egg skins, and dried shrimps in the white porcelain bowl on the side. The three of them had a clear division of labor.The skin of the wontons is thin and the meat is small. It can be scooped up with a strainer and put into a bowl after being boiled in hot water. Then pour a spoonful of broth and sprinkle with chopped green onion.

When receiving the bowl of small crepe wontons from Tangyuan, Liu Yuan couldn't help but glance at the bowl of minced pork meat in Wen Mingtang's hand, and said, "Master Wen, your bowl of minced pork meat is really frugal! This wonton is as good as dried skin." What's the difference? Is it the trouble caused by that surnamed Sun?"

The trouble was indeed caused by Sun Dingren. Wen Mingtang didn't have the habit of taking the blame for others. He nodded, paused, and said to Liu Yuan, "Don't worry, Liu Sicheng, if this crepe ravioli is not delicious, you can come and find me!"

Bai Zhu, who swallowed the last small crepe wonton in the bowl at the food table not far away, nodded and said: "It's not delicious, you can just find Master Wen!"

No more nonsense, he is going to get the second bowl.

(End of this chapter)