Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Chapter 21 Soy Milk Fried Sticks ([-])

The glutinous rice balls are fried dough sticks that have been drained after eating, so I know the original taste of fried dough sticks.Looking at the bowl of salty soy milk full of "small ingredients" in front of him, the spoon of the glutinous rice balls paused, and finally the first spoonful scooped up the deep-fried dough sticks soaked in the soy milk.

It lacks the crispy outside and soft inside when eaten dry, but the fluffy inside absorbs a lot of soy milk. When you bite into it, the salty soy milk juice gushes out. The taste is more wonderful than before.

One bite immediately arouses people's interest. The salty soy milk is not as weird and novel as imagined. The more you eat, the more addicted you become.

When I came back to my senses, a bowl of soy milk had bottomed out.

Looking down at all the soy milk he had scooped up, Tang Yuan subconsciously glanced at A Bing, who had no soy milk left in his bowl.

After smacking his lips and tasting, Ah Bing said with emotion: "I like sweet ones, and salty ones too. I don't know how to choose for a while!"

The sweet and salty ones are delicious, and it seems to him that it is really hard to tell which one is better.

The inmates in the prison don't have to think about Ah Bing's troubles. This bottomed sugar jar can support at most two or three bowls of sweet soy milk, so it won't be sent there.

What Wen Mingtang sent to the prison was the salted soy milk she made.

When they pushed the food trolley to the prison, the guards came out immediately, and asked with a smile, "Master Wen, what are you going to eat today?"

Wen Mingtang said: "Soymilk and fried dough sticks!"

The pairing of a bowl of salty soy milk with a deep-fried dough stick caught the attention of several guards, and without the politeness of yesterday, they immediately said: "Give each of us a serving!"

Wen Mingtang, who had been prepared for a long time, brought his own servants today, and after sharing the salty soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks with them, he went to the prison with A Bing and glutinous rice balls to deliver meals.

Send them one by one, and occasionally you can get a thank you and praise from the polite prisoner: "New master, your cooking is very delicious!"

The fried noodles yesterday were the best food they had eaten since they were imprisoned in this prison.

Originally, after eating oil-splashed noodles at morning meal yesterday, fortunately, I was looking forward to lunch and evening meal, but those two meals were the same as before, like pig bran.

For the young master in the last cell, this feeling is even worse.

Yesterday morning, the bowl and a half of oil-splashed noodles whetted his appetite, and made him "rarely" look forward to lunch and dinner, but... oh, that feeling is really like being in the world Turning around and entering Avici Hell again is generally the same.

"When I go out, my lord, the first thing I will do is to get rid of the two chefs who are cooking lunch and evening meals!" The young man said angrily, "Tie a handle on the dog's tail The spoon calls it wagging its tail to stir-fry, and even if it is not prepared, it is better than the dishes cooked by these two cooks!"

Yesterday, I finally got full and hungry like this yesterday.By the time of today's morning meal, the boy's chest was already on his back from hunger.

After being locked up for two days, I naturally don't care about the status and etiquette in the past.Since the young man smelled the fragrance of morning food, he squatted by the food port and waited for the morning food to be delivered.

"Young...Master!" Not far away, the servant looked at his young master who was squatting in the food hall with a bitter face, and touched his stomach, feeling aggrieved.

The young master said that he was told to eat half a bowl of noodles yesterday, so he didn't even think about it today.The two meals that were brought in belonged to the young master alone!As for him, lunch and evening food are his own.

Lunch and evening food... Shuangxi's face turned green when he thought of the raw rice, the stewed fish with fishy smell, the unshaven scales on it, and the soft, bitter salty vegetables.

What the young master said is right, the stir-fried vegetables with a dog wagging its tail may taste better than those made by these two!
Staying at the food outlet and finally waiting for the delivery, when I saw the oily noodles I was looking forward to turn into a bowl of soup full of small ingredients, I don’t know what it is, and a long stick of fried noodles, The young man frowned when he saw it: "The twisting head is very greasy, why do you make this thing?"

The voice from outside was still the cook's voice from yesterday.

"Today's morning meal, salty soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks, please don't waste it!" After saying that, he turned and left.

What kind of deep-fried dough sticks are not deep-fried dough sticks... Hearing the name, the young man frowned, threw the two deep-fried dough sticks that came with him to Shuangxi, the servant, and said, "Here! I'll treat you to eat!"

The servant Shuangxi wanted to cry but had no tears: "The little one doesn't like this deep-fried twisted head very much..."

"Let you eat whatever you want!" The boy turned his head and gave him a fierce look, "Don't waste it!"

The servant double happiness: "..."

Fine!Looking at the young master who picked up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of salty soy milk, Shuangxi swallowed his saliva, grabbed a deep-fried dough stick helplessly, closed his eyes, and bit down with a single bite, and then...

Shuangxi's eyes lit up immediately, this deep-fried dough stick...was not greasy compared to the usual twist, not only that, but also had a special flavor!

In short, after just one bite, he fell in love with fried dough sticks. When he was about to take a second bite, the young man snatched the fried dough sticks from his hand.

"Look at you, this fritters should be pretty good too! Let me try it, eh!"

After the young man's sip, Shuangxi never tasted a second sip.

Dry fried dough sticks and fried dough sticks soaked in salty soy milk are really two completely different tastes, but they are the same and can't be stopped.

After finishing two servings of morning food by himself, the young man lay on his back comfortably on the prison bed, rubbing his stomach and expressing emotion: "The soy milk is well cooked, without any fishy smell! It seems that he has some skills, better than my cook! I thought soy milk was only a good cook. I can eat sweet ones, but the salty ones are so delicious! Also, those dried seafood can be learned by the cook at home, and they will be put in soy milk in the future. The most amazing thing is this deep-fried dough stick! I will eat it in the future I’m still determined not to eat things like twisted tou, except for fried dough sticks! Hey, Double Happiness, this new cook has some skills, why don’t you take her to my house after she gets out…”

Before he finished expressing his feelings after eating and drinking, he heard a clear voice from outside.

"Why don't you think about how to plead guilty first, and then think about getting the cook away!"

"Lin Fei!" Hearing the voice, the young man immediately sat up from the prison bed, glared angrily at the official in scarlet clothes who came in from the prison door, and cursed, "Admit your mother's crime, Do you have a trial case like this?"

Let him plead guilty when he comes up. Is this the case trial method of the dignified Shaoqing of Dali Temple?

"Young master, why do I need to kill with my own hands? Just let Shuangxi do it!" The young man stared at Lin Fei, but said, "Isn't it, Shuangxi?"

The trembling Shuangxi looked at Lin Fei who was looking towards him from the other side, trembling with fright, with a bitter face, he dared not speak: How should he respond to the young master's words?Could it be that he was going to kill someone in front of this young minister of Dali Temple?
will die!

　There is something wrong, these two days will be adjusted back to the regular update every day

　　
　
(End of this chapter)