Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 109 Claypot Rice (2)

  In fact, she has been fascinated by the casserole in Lin Fei's room where the sundries are piled up for a long time. With the time of making claypot rice this time, she can cook a lot of food in the future.

  Dragging the cart of casserole to the public kitchen, Wen Mingtang added a small handful of rice to the casserole, added water and boiled it slowly over low heat, and then went to deal with the pile of cured meat sent by Zhuangzi.

  The fat and white sausages were hung there one by one, and the glutinous rice **** watched from the side, saying: "It's like firecrackers for the New Year."

  In addition to sausages, there are also marinated bacon, cured pork ribs and a few cured chickens, which are suitable for making a cured claypot rice.

  Wen Mingtang blanched the cured meat in water, then sliced ​​the sausage, bacon, cured pork ribs and cured chicken into pieces.

   After half an hour of slow cooking, the casserole is ready. I have to say that everything in Lin Fei's house is really good. The "oven" used to roast the duck last time was good, and none of the casserole pots this time had leaks or cracks.

  Wen Mingtang washed the casserole, brushed a layer of oil in the pot, put the rice into the casserole, and taught A Bing and the glutinous rice **** to pay attention to: "The rice and water should be put in about the same amount."

  After putting in the rice, arrange the cut sausages, cured pork ribs, bacon and cured chicken neatly and clearly around the edge of the casserole, and then cover the pot and start cooking.

   Small casserole pots are lined up on the stove one by one, looking inexplicably spectacular.

  As the hot air emerges from the small hole in the pot lid, the aroma of rice begins to permeate.

  A Bing sniffed his nose vigorously, and said: "The rice used is obviously the same, why does it seem to be more fragrant than usual? Is there something wrong with my nose?"

  Wen Mingtang heard the words and said with a smile: "It doesn't count, the casserole is heated more evenly, so it smells better."

  Wen Mingtang counted the time, and nested an egg in each casserole before the evening food bell rang.

  When it was time for the evening meal, when the officials of Dali Temple and the guards walked into the public kitchen, the time was just right. Finally, a handful of black sesame seeds and shallots were sprinkled on top, and the claypot rice was ready.

  Ah Bing is not the only one who feels that the rice is more delicious than usual, and there are quite a few who sniff their noses and wonder if the rice has been changed.

   Ah Bing puffed out his chest triumphantly, and solved the confusion for everyone: it's not because of the rice, but because of the pot!

   Taking advantage of the time when everyone was stunned, Zhao You hurriedly got to the front of the stage in front of the crowd, took away the first two claypot rice, and then ran away with the casserole without looking back.

   In terms of active eating, no one can compare to this muscle!

Running all the way back to Lin Fei's place, when he put the covered casserole in front of Lin Fei, Zhao You said excitedly: "Lin Shaoqing, I got the first portion of today's evening meal, the casserole asked Master Wen to make Lian Mi They are much more fragrant than the original ones!"

  Lin Fei glanced at the excited Zhao You, and opened the lid.

  The dense heat dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the claypot rice inside. Sausages, bacon, cured pork ribs and cured chicken are neatly laid out on the top, on the other side is a small handful of hot green vegetables, an egg is nested in the middle, and a layer is sprinkled on top of the ingredients Black sesame seeds and a few scallions, because the ingredients are so full that you can only see the white rice grains underneath from the gaps in the ingredients.

   After just one glance, Zhao You began to swallow his saliva.

   There is also a small bowl next to the casserole. The small bowl contains sauces, salt, sugar, etc., which are prepared with sauces for claypot rice.

   "Master Wen said to pour it on his head before eating." Zhao You, who was looking at the claypot rice and drooling, saw Lin Fei pick up the small bowl, thought of this, and said quickly.

   Lin Fei let out a "hmm", poured the sauce on it, then picked up the spoon beside him and started to eat.

The first scoop is rice mixed with two slices of sausage, probably because it is cooked together with the rice, the rice has already been infiltrated with a layer of aroma of cured meat, and the rice soaked in the aroma of meat has the same salty and sweet taste, soft and hard Appropriate sausages are sent to the mouth together, and the taste is really extraordinary.

Lin Fei ate it with one spoonful, and then went to dig out the egg nestled in the middle with the second spoonful. With one spoonful, the white egg skin was broken, and unsolidified egg liquid flowed out of it immediately, mixed with cured meat and rice. among.

Lin Fei scooped up the rice mixed with egg liquid. The specially prepared sauce was moderately salty, and the rice had a hint of egg flavor because of the egg liquid. He liked this taste very much, so he ate two spoonfuls of it on purpose. Then he turned the spoon to the edge of the casserole.

  He noticed this early on. The rice on the edge of the casserole was slightly burnt, but it was not too sticky, and it could be dug out with a light push.

  Slightly crispy with the aroma of rice crackers, the mouthfeel is no better than the glutinous rice just now, and slightly hard with a sticky texture. Compared with the previous ones, it has a different flavor.

  The taste in a small pot is surprisingly rich, and even the cured meat is not the same. The sausage is salty and sweet, the bacon and ribs are more smoky, and the cured chicken is more salty and delicious.

  By the time Zhao You wolfed down his meal and went out for a walk and came back, the casserole on Lin Fei's desk was already empty.

  Zhao You couldn't help nodding: I knew that Lin Shaoqing liked Master Wen's craftsmanship, and every time I brought it from the public chef, I could eat all the food. In the past, even in the Hou Mansion, this kind of situation rarely happened.

  Don't see Lin Shaoqing doesn't talk much, and he never makes things difficult for the cook, but whether he likes it or not, it's all in the rice bowl!

   There is also Liu Yuan and others who don’t have any rice left. The Huapi case is still pending. It’s hard to say whether Zhuang Meiniang is the real murderer.

   "Lin Shaoqing," Liu Yuan and others came to see Lin Fei after eating enough to eliminate the accumulated food, "Then Zhuang Meiniang, do you want to start the interrogation?"

  Lin Fei didn't say whether it was good or not, but he got up and took someone to the case beside him. The medicine packs piled up on the case were familiar to them, so what if it wasn't from Zhuang Meiniang's cupboard?

  Just as he was about to ask, Lin Fei pointed to the pile of medicine packages that had been disassembled and divided into two piles, and said, "Two kinds of medicines."

  One is to replenish qi and blood. Lin Fei already said it in the study, and the other... Liu Yuan was startled when he thought of the expressions of those students, and blurted out: "It can't really be poison!"

   "There is no poison!" Lin Fei shook his head when he heard the words, looked at the medicine bag on the case, and said, "There is another kind of medicine, which is a folk remedy, which is used by women to seek children."

   Liu Yuan was dumbfounded when he said a word, and instinctively said: "Lin Shaoqing even knows this?"

  Lin Fei glanced at him and said, "Of course, I don't know if it's useful or not. However, this explains why Zhuang Meiniang and her husband have no children."

  As for whether the childlessness is Zhuang Meiniang's problem or her husband's problem, I don't know.

  However, for a study owner with a small business, in most cases, he probably wants to have a child.

  The matter of childlessness is probably the reason why her husband and wife are at odds.

  (end of this chapter)