Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Judging from the fact that Concubine Jing is in charge of Fengyin on behalf of the queen, Concubine Jing is obviously a master who has been bullied for many years and can't wait to gain prestige once she turns over.

In this way, it is really difficult for the internal affairs yamen to intervene.

Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu sighed, greeted them hastily, and left the public kitchen.

After Wen Mingtang and others checked the account and signed it, Ji Caimai got up and said, "Originally, I wanted to wait a little longer and check the account at the end of the year, but after I came back from the internal affairs office, I thought about it, Mrs. Jing With my concubine intervening, I'm afraid there will be twists and turns in the allocation of money. Therefore, I will finish the reconciliation with you earlier and settle the previous account in advance, so as to ensure that the three of you can have a good year."

Although she left the palace early and had never met Concubine Jing, Concubine Jing's posture of taking over the entire palace, for some reason, always gave people the feeling that trouble would arise.

Wen Mingtang felt this way, and Ji Caimai, who had dealt with the world so well all his life, naturally also had it, so he was afraid of accidents and reconciled the accounts early.

Of course, what kind of person Concubine Jing is, one has to inquire.

"I'm afraid that female general Liang can't explain such things clearly, she must meet Zhao Sishan!" Wen Mingtang thought for a while, and said: "When I am young, family visits will be allowed in the palace. At that time, I... eh , it seems that it will be a new year in a few days!"

It's true that the days go by day by day, and before you know it, it's the young year.Wen Mingtang was stunned for a moment, and looked at her upright, and everyone who was waiting for her, suddenly laughed: "The life in the public kitchen is comfortable, and it passes in the blink of an eye. Will forget things like Xiaonian approaching."

There is some indescribable emotion and touch in the laughter.

Some New Year festivals in Darong are similar to those in modern times. There are seven days before the first day of the lunar new year and it is called Xiaonian. On the other hand, the officials of the Yamen of various ministries in Darong will also have the longest vacation of the year.

Of course, some jobs are the busiest when everyone is on vacation, and cooks are like this.Although Wen Mingtang was not a cook in the palace, there was almost no rest for cleaning the court and doing chores, except for half a day on festivals.

Compared with the life in the palace, the life of the public chef of Dali Temple is really comfortable, and she is also very satisfied, working hard for a house of her own, with goals and hopes in life.

Ji Caimai on the other side saw Wen Mingtang's expression of emotion, and didn't speak, until she saw that she retracted her gaze, she pouted at her, pointed in the direction of the imperial city, and said, "So... I'll transfer your Hugh Mu On the day of Xiaonian, since you went to see Zhao Sishan and asked her how she is doing recently, by the way, you could inquire about Dowager Jing's wrist."

If I remember correctly, when Master Wen came to Dali Temple, he said that Zhao Sishan would leave the palace next year.It was when she first came here at the beginning of the year when she said this, and now it's the end of the year, Li Zhao Sishan will soon leave the palace, so it's time to start buying some household items.

Wen Mingtang nodded in response.

For the next few days, nothing happened in Dali Temple.For those who do chores and cooks like them, it's a good thing that nothing happened, and their lives are ordinary and smooth.

But this is not the case for Dali Temple officials.Nothing happened means that everything in the case is at a standstill and there is no progress.

Several days had passed since the day when Feng Tong's body was found. Although the meat stalls in the bazaar could not fail to sell a piece of meat, compared to the bustle of previous years when it was approaching the end of the year, the business was obviously much quieter.Because the meat was overstocked and couldn't be sold, it was so smelly that it caused several disputes and scolding in the market. Obviously, this case would not last for a day, and rumors were still flying in the market.

Apart from adding more tricks to the dishes, so as to appease Liu Yuan, Bai Zhu and others who are in trouble, Wen Mingtang and others can't do anything else.

Flash forward to the day of the new year, and Wen Mingtang, who was lying on the bed, did not eat the morning food in the public kitchen, but went out on an empty stomach. He was going to wait in front of the Tongming Gate after eating the morning food, to see if he could do it today. Can not see Zhao Sishan.

Thinking about the last time I saw Zhao Sishan was the day when she left the palace, she had a cold rice ball in her pocket.It would be nice to have cold rice balls at that time, and the inside of the palace is not like outside, as long as you want to eat, you can have hot food anytime.

Compared with the unfamiliarity with the restaurants in the city when he left the palace at the beginning of the year, Wen Mingtang still knows where to buy delicious morning food after nearly a year of exploration.

Although it was a sleepover, for Wen Mingtang who always got up before dawn to make morning meals, it was a sleepover, and it was not too late to go out to eat morning meals.

There is a shop in the east of the city that sells jiamo. The meat jiamo in cured sauce is fragrant, crispy and soft, and it is full of oil without adding soup.Its meat is lean without residue, fat but not greasy, and has a delicious taste. It is very famous in Chang'an City.

Of course, the taste is beautiful and there are disadvantages of beauty.Wen Mingtang looked at the long queue above the bun shop with the word "Mo" written on it, and resigned himself to the last place.

Everyone likes delicious food, so naturally there is a queue.

But fortunately, the queue was quite fast. The chef and fellow who made Roujiamo had already trained a pair of fast hands by the long queue. It took about a cup of tea, and it was Wen Mingtang's turn.

Smelling the smell of meat rushing straight into his nostrils, he turned his head and glanced at the long queue that lined up again a while later, Wen Mingtang thought for a while, made a "slap" gesture, and said: "Five, including Let’s take it away!”, and I’d better have a few with Zhao Sishan when I turn around.

The food in the palace is exquisite, and it seems that this kind of folk food full of fireworks is a rare thing in the palace.

He walked towards Tongming Gate with a large bag full of meat buns in cured sauce. When he got to Tongming Gate, many people were already there waiting to be called.

After Wen Mingtang wrote his name on the booklet, he glanced at the names of a dozen or so people on it, guessing that there was still time left, and his belly was singing "Empty City Plan" again, so he walked to the end of the line and waited in line, while leaving A pork bun with cured sauce was taken out of the large oiled paper bag, and before it could take a bite, the team began to evade to the palace wall spontaneously.

Wen Mingtang followed the team and retreated towards the palace wall, while instinctively looking forward along with everyone's eyes, and she didn't know who interrupted her mouthful of food.

As far as I could see, a group of people came out of the Tongming Gate.

There was a little red in the green bushes, and Lin Fei, who was wearing a scarlet official robe in the middle, came out from the Tongming Gate with several green-robed officials.

This scene is really too familiar: I vaguely remember that when she was queuing out of the palace at the beginning of the year, she was also interrupted by this scene holding the hidden cold rice balls in her hand.

The difference is that at that time she was in the palace, and when she was about to go out, Lin Fei walked in through the Tongming gate; but now, she was outside the palace, and when she was about to go in, Lin Fei walked out through the Tongming gate.

Afterwards... Wen Mingtang thought for a while, and thought to himself: They should each go their own way and do their own thing.

But...Looking at Lin Fei who was walking straight in front of him, Wen Mingtang who was holding a meat bun with cured sauce stared blankly at him, and thought: How is this situation different from that at the beginning of the year?