Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 114 Xiaolong soup dumpling (2)

  Of course, Ji Caimai didn’t say this kind of talk right away, but found a nearby food table and sat down, watching the three of them divide the work and cook the morning food.

  By the time the three of them had made the skin jelly, minced meat, and rolled out the dough, there was less than an hour left before the meal began.

   "Pi Dong needs some work." Seeing this, Ji Caimai said, "I should have given it to you last night if I had known."

  Wen Mingtang nodded, watching the brightening sky outside, while mixing the skin jelly and minced meat, he said, "It's too late."

  A Bing is very proficient at making steamed stuffed buns with glutinous rice balls. Together with Wen Mingtang, the two of them rolled out the skin and made two bags. After wrapping, they put the stacked dumplings with soup in a pot to steam.

  When the stack of tall dumplings filled with soup came out of the pot, the bell rang, and it was time for the morning meal.

   Not every day the first wave of people who come to the public kitchen to eat morning food are the same, but there must be a few regular customers among these people.

  For example, Liu Yuan, and Zhao You.

   It's no surprise to see these two people! Today's serving of Chaoshi Xiaolongtangbao is divided into one basket per person, and there are eight in one basket, too many... There are no more.

  Because there are not many pork buns prepared today, Ji Cai bought the morning food distributed by himself.

  Zhao You deliberately changed to a larger food box, but he could only get two servings. He couldn't help being disappointed, and left with a sigh after taking his and Lin Fei's.

   "It's good to eat something!" Seeing this, Ji Caimai said, and glanced at Liu Yuan, who was expressing emotion.

  Each person gets a steamer. In the center of the steamer is a pleated soup dumpling, and the surrounding ones are arranged in a circle around it, making a total of eight.

  This soup dumpling is obviously different from the buns next to it: the skin is thinner, and the soft and sloshing soup inside can be seen through the thin skin. It must be the soup.

   How did you pour the soup into the steamed stuffed bun? Liu Yuan looked curiously.

  However, because of the thin skin, there is soup inside. Compared with the other buns, due to the presence of soup, the buns cannot stand upright, but lie half "lying", and the soup swayed slightly when walking.

Liu Yuan looked curious, and when he was about to take the steamer to the food table and sit down to eat the morning food, he heard Ji Caimai's instruction: "Don't rush to eat, first take a small bite at the edge, **** the soup inside and then eat it." Stop, otherwise..." Ji Caimai paused when he said this, and subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand, Liu Yuan then noticed that Ji Caimai's lips were much redder than usual, and then he heard him say, " Be careful it gets hot!"

  Liu Yuan: "..."

   It seems that this is a lesson learned by Ji Caimai himself. Saying a thousand words and ten thousand words is no more effective than this personal experience!

  Looking at Ji Caimai's reddened lips, the few people who lined up nearby suddenly realized that they were a little more vigilant while watching the small and cute soup dumplings pinched one by one in the steamer.

   Xiaolong soup dumpling is the same as when eating pan-fried buns and fried thumbs, with a small plate and self-serving dipping sauce.

  Like Liu Yuan, he just poured vinegar and two drops of sesame oil and sat down.

  When the first chopsticks were about to be dropped, Ji Caimai, who had "experience", said again: "Be gentle when picking it up, and carefully break it. When the chopsticks are on the edge of the bun, be gentle with your hands."

Everyone was stunned again, when Liu Yuan was about to touch the soup dumpling, his movements became much lighter. He clamped one of the soup dumplings by the edge and lifted it up gently, separating the soup dumpling from the steamer. He lifted it up and put it on a plate.

  Rolling the edge of the steamed stuffed bun with some vinegar, Liu Yuan picked it up again, blew on one place, and gently bit open a small mouth.

  The hot air wrapped in the dough rushed out immediately, feeling the small burst of hot air, if there is no reminder from Ji Caimai, the hot air might burn your tongue directly.

   After blowing on the pork meat and soup inside through the torn hole, Liu Yuan began to **** the soup inside.

  The soup is salty with a slight sweetness. Compared with pure saltiness, the salty-sweet taste is a bit surprising, but because of the addition of sweetness, it has more inexplicable umami taste.

  After the soup inside was sucked up, and finally he could no longer be "gentle", Liu Yuan bit open the thin dough, the skin was thin but soft and tough, completely different from the softness of ordinary steamed stuffed bun skin. The pork meat inside is equally salty and sweet, chewy in the sweetness, and the dipping sauce with vinegar and sesame oil is not only not greasy, but even more sweet and fresh.

  Liu Yuan likes this Xiaolongtangbao very much, but he doesn’t like the fact that he has to be “forced” to be gentle when eating. After all, this Xiaolongtangbao has a “temper” that burns his mouth if he is not gentle.

  Seeing a few impatient colleagues scalding their mouths and yelling "Aww", it made people eat more carefully.

   After this "gentle" meal, I will go to work on the case again.

  Liu Yuan rushed out of Dali Temple with a few servants who were also full of food and drink, and went straight to the direction of Yishan.

  Today, the mountain man Zhou Dagui will be brought to Dali Temple for questioning.

Because Zhou Dagui is very likely to be the real culprit who killed Zhuang Meiniang's husband and his wife, when Liu Yuan led people there, he specially ordered people to "ambush" him around his house, in case anyone escaped or panicked. possible.

   As a result, when he knocked on the courtyard door and entered, Zhou Dagui was still chopping his firewood in the courtyard. Seeing them, he said "oh" when he heard the intention of coming, with a calm expression, wiped his hands, and followed them to Dali Temple.

  The process of leading people was incredibly smooth.

  When Liu Yuan brought him back to Dali Temple, he couldn't help muttering: This is much smoother than when he was looking for Ruan Zhan and Han Jun Shutong! But every time those two people found one, they would die before they found it.

   I don't know if this incident has anything to do with Zhou Dagui.

   It was still Liu Yuan who asked the question, Lin Fei just watched from the side and shook his head, as if he didn't intend to speak.

   When Liu Yuan asked whether Zhuang Meiniang's husband and Zhou Dagui's daughter-in-law were killed by him, his answer was exactly the same as what Zhuang Meiniang said.

   "No." Zhou Dagui said, "They were condemned by God and died by themselves. It has nothing to do with me. I have witnesses when the accident happened."

   Actually, Zhou Dagui didn't need to tell them that they all knew about it.

  Liu Yuan frowned, of course that wasn't what they wanted to know. After a short pause, Liu Yuan asked Zhou Dagui, "Do you recognize Han Jun and Ruan Zhan?"

  Zhou Dagui nodded and said: "Yes. He told me about my daughter-in-law and Mrs. Zhuang's husband."

  This is also the same as what Zhuang Meiniang heard.

   "Then what is your relationship with these two people?" Liu Yuan frowned more and more tightly, and continued to ask Zhou Dagui.

  Zhou Dagui said: "It's just a message, I'm not familiar with it."

   Then why did these two people die inexplicably? Could it really be just a coincidence that has nothing to do with Zhou Dagui? Liu Yuan's heart sank, and when he was about to continue asking questions, Lin Fei who was standing aside suddenly said, "Is the death of Han Jun Shutong related to you?"

  As soon as these words came out, Liu Yuandu was taken aback subconsciously, and looked at Zhou Dagui instinctively.

  On the other side, Zhou Dagui, who had been extremely calm in the face of their sudden visit, froze as soon as this question came up.

   Happy National Day!

  (end of this chapter)