Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Chapter 339 Fish Ball Soup ([-])
Liu Yuan, who was reminded, couldn't help being taken aback, glanced at the round cup on the tray, and said, "I just thought it was just mixed soup with a lot of vegetables, but it turned out to be not mixed soup." He opened the lid of the round cup and looked at it. He glanced at the fish ball soup inside, said "oh", and suddenly said, "So it's this."

The tender white fish balls on the soup surface have long been squeezed to the point that there is no room left, and there are still a lot of them underneath. Most of the bowl of this big round cup is probably full of fish balls, and only half of the bowl is filled with soup.

Seeing this, Tang Yuan couldn't help but proudly said: "This fish ball was made by A Bing and I yesterday, taught by Master Wen."

Liu Yuan nodded, looked at the "green and white" soup, and said "tsk": "It looks quite refreshing."

Compared with other dishes with stronger flavors, this fish ball soup looks fresh and smells, and it is not so overbearing that it goes straight into the nose.

Only when you scoop up a fish ball with a spoon and bring it close to your lips, can you smell the fishy fragrance of the surimi.

The fish balls made of deboned, boneless and minced surimi are very friendly to some people who are not good at eating fish and are always stuck by fishbone. They can taste the deliciousness of fish meat and save a lot of effort. Throat stuck by fishbone.

It’s just that the taste of the fish meat after making fish balls is different from the original fish meat. It is delicious and tender with a little bit of elasticity, which can be said to be different from the original fish meat.

The deliciousness of the fish is also integrated into the soup. The fish ball soup is not as rich as ordinary fish soup, on the contrary, it is extraordinarily refreshing, but the deliciousness is not inferior to ordinary fish soup.

After eating three fish balls, I took two spoonfuls of fish soup with a spoon. The warmth of the soup dispelled the coldness. The colleagues who came early had already finished their lunch and got up to leave.

After walking out of the public kitchen, looking at the heavy snow falling outside, the servants who walked outside couldn't help but sighed, and said with emotion: "This day... If I were to nest in the lobby, eating snacks made by Master Wen, surrounded by charcoal How comfortable it would be to chat with each other!"

It's a pity that when the case happened, he never greeted people. What's more, this kind of weather is more suitable for committing crimes, and it is not easy for people to find out.

Of course, there will be no cases in Dali Temple, but there seems to be some movement in the prison.Liu Yuan, who was eating lunch in the public kitchen, saw several prison guards rushing outside the public kitchen, talking to the guards who had finished their lunch.

"Did something happen in the prison?" Liu Yuan subconsciously scooped up a fish ball with a spoon, and before he had time to taste it, he hurriedly put it in his mouth, put one hand on the food table, and got ready to get up.

Bai Zhu on the side also stopped the chopsticks in his hand, looked at the guards and guards who were talking outside, and said to Liu Yuan: "I'm afraid I have to go for a while before I come back for lunch..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the jailer and guard who seemed to have finished speaking turned around, and the whole group left the public kitchen yard together.

Actually... slapped in the face?Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu were taken aback when they saw this, and the lively Wen Mingtang and others who were looking outside behind the counter were also a little surprised, and subconsciously glanced at Liu and Bai.

Everyone saw the two of them eating lunch here, so why...

Bai Zhu was the first to come back to his senses, he patted Liu Yuan on the shoulder, picked up his chopsticks again, picked up a fish-flavored eggplant, chewed and said: "Maybe it's not a big deal, let's have lunch first! "

Some suspects in the prison did not cooperate, troubles, stomach troubles and other trivial matters, the guards can handle them, but they don't need to come forward, the two of them thought about it and continued to bow their heads and eat lunch.

Something did happen in the prison, but it wasn't that the suspect didn't cooperate.

Several guards followed the jailer into the prison, and the group went straight to Hu Siming's cell.When entering the cell, Hu Siming was lying on the stone bed of the cell, spitting into a wooden barrel under the bed, and the jailer beside him was holding a bowl of dark soup in his hand, and when Hu Siming vomited better, he said : "Drink some more to see if there is anything left in the stomach."

Hu Siming took the dark soup, drank a few mouthfuls, and vomited into the barrel again.

This situation... is really like a torture scene.

"What's going on?" Several guards walked into the prison and asked in puzzlement.

"Here, look at this." A voice came from the ground.

The guard lowered his head and looked at Wu Bucai who was squatting on the ground. Unlike in the past when there was always a dead body in front of Wu Bucai, today Wu Bucai was standing in front of Wu Bucai. Porridge marks sticking to the ground.

"It's the porridge that the prisoners in the prison eat in the morning," Wu Bucai said. "This man didn't hold it steady, so he sprinkled some outside. Rats who stole the food came and ate it when they passed by, and they were poisoned to death."

This...is not right!The guard looked at Hu Siming, who was being vomited under the pressure of two jailers, then turned to the guard who called them over and asked, "Did he eat porridge this morning?"

"Eat." The jailer nodded and said to the guard, "That's why I pressed him to spit out the porridge in the morning."

But this... is even more wrong!

Looking at the mouse on the ground with its legs upturned, the guard frowned and asked Wu Bucai, "The mouse is pretending to be dead?"

"Too dead." Wu Bucai glanced at the upright mouse, got up and glanced at the porridge, and said, "If this deadly poison goes on, even a tiger will carry it away on the spot, let alone a mouse."

In this case, the problem is even bigger!The guard frowned more and more, pointing at Hu Siming who was throwing up, he said, "Is he stronger than a tiger?"

That's not the case!Wu Bucai shook his head and said, "There's more than one bowl of porridge in question." Then he turned and picked up a plate on the ground, pointed to a little steamed bun crumbs left on the plate, and said, "The prisoners in the prison ate yesterday's food. The leftover steamed buns from Chaoshi’s public kitchen.”

It was cold, and the steamed buns would not go bad, so when they were hot, they were sent to the prison to be served with porridge for the prisoners.

"The steamed buns were also poisoned, those who can carry away the tiger." Wu Bucai glanced at Hu Siming, who was vomiting, with delicate eyes, "Speaking of which, it really is fate! Ordinary people are poisoned by these two kinds of poison." Any one of the poisons in it would have gone down to see Hades long ago, and he was given two kinds of poisons, but these two kinds of poisons are incompatible with each other, and they actually washed away most of the poison, leaving him with a life, what a stroke of luck!"

Wu Bucai's tone of voice was fairly flat, but the guards and jailers who heard these words were all shocked in a cold sweat. Even Hu Siming, who was still lying on the stone bed, was shocked when he heard the words, and looked up in astonishment. To Wu Bucai.

Wu Bu, who had finished speaking, paused for a moment, then looked at Hu Siming who raised his head, and asked, "Who did you provoke to put you to death in such a way?"

Before Hu Siming could speak, Wu Bu turned around and looked behind him. Seeing only a few servants coming, he couldn't help frowning, shook his head and said, "This matter is very troublesome, call those two ministers over here!"

(End of this chapter)