Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 164 Husband and wife lung slices (3)

"If Sudan hadn't died back then, his temperament and temperament could still attract people's appreciation, his talent would not be unfounded. So... thinking about it, even if you don't make it to the top three, it's not difficult to get a ranking. If you can't become the champion, It's good to be a small official and live a stable life," Wei Fu said, sighing, and said, "Perhaps his clan will not be in a hurry to arrange his sister's marriage."

   But there is no "if", Sudan is dead, and it is still unclear.

  After pondering for a moment with downcast eyes, Lin Fei asked the sighing little official beside him: "Have all the relics of Sudan's birth been taken away?"

The little official was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then shook his head, and said, "Father Su and mother Su left in a hurry. I didn't see them when they left back then. I couldn't hand over all the relics of Sudan to them. Two years ago When we met on the street, I wanted to give them things, but because of Miss Su's incident, I forgot about it."

  So, things are still in the warehouse now.

"It's just some insignificant things: the articles he wrote, the poems he made, the letters he wrote to his family after he came to Chang'an and so on." The little official turned around and went to the storeroom to get the relics of Sudan's birth, and left After taking two steps, he said to Lin Fei, "All the important things like clothes were taken back by his clan and used for the funeral."

  For the people in the clan, clothes and other objects are obviously more important than articles.

  The pile of articles, poems, and letters is even more frustrating to read.

  Lin Fei heard the words, but said: "What I want are the poems, articles and letters written by Sudansheng back then."

   To understand what kind of person the dead Sudan was, the role of personal items such as clothing is obviously far less important than articles and poems expressing one’s heart.

  The little official went away at the sound, and after a while, he came over with a big box in his hand.

   Wiping the dust off the box, the clerk sighed, opened the box, pointed to the stacks of poems and articles packed inside, and said, "It's all here."

  Lin Fei gave a "hmm", glanced at the little official with a sad face, and said, "There's nothing else going on here for the time being, so go ahead!"

  The little official responded, turned around and retreated.

   Liu Yuan turned his head to see the back of the little official who left with a sigh, touched his nose, and said: "It's almost what I thought, I went to the public kitchen!"

  When you are sad, you always have to find some comfort. There is no shortage of snacks or appetizers at Master Wen's place.

  This is probably what Master Wen said about "turning grief and anger into appetite"!

"Master Wen said that when people are sad, eat something delicious, and sweet food can comfort you." Liu Yuan said to Wei Fu, who watched the little official go away with emotion, "I heard that there is a man named 'Science'." ' said the sages."

  Wei Fu nodded when he heard the words, and said, "Based on my many years of experience, what this person called 'Science' said is quite reasonable."

   "But he also said a lot of nasty things, and he couldn't eat too much when he fell asleep in the middle of the night. It's simply love and hate!" Liu Yuan sighed.

   "Ah Choo!" Wen Mingtang, who was mentioned, sneezed, and looked at the little official who came to the public kitchen suddenly to buy snacks.

Tang Yuan looked at the little official who was eating snacks with his head down for a while, then turned his head and whispered to Wen Mingtang: "Look at him sighing with emotion, and his eyes are red, most likely he is so sad because he has no fate with the girl he likes. Several cousins ​​in my family are like this!"

  Ji Caimai, who was doing the calculations at the side, glanced at the glutinous rice balls, showing sympathy: "Then your cousins ​​are quite pitiful!"

   It seems that the son of Lao Yuan's family is not very popular with girls!

  The bell for the evening meal rang, and the petty official who was eating snacks got up and walked to the counter to take tonight's evening meal. I had seen the two vegetarian dishes and the soup before, but it was the first time I had seen the meat dish.

"The new dish I'm eating today is called Husband and Wife's Lung Pieces. It uses beef, tripe, beef heart, beef tongue and other offal. It's a cold dish," Tangyuan said, and handed the mixed Husband and Wife's Lung Slices Come over and ask the little official, "Can you eat coriander?"

  The little official nodded, took Mu Shi's food, walked to the desk and sat down, buried his head in eating, and shed tears while eating.

   Liu Yuan, who came to eat evening food, couldn't help being startled by this appearance. Looking at the cold dish wrapped in red oil sauce in front of the little official, he couldn't help asking Wen Mingtang: "Is this dish very spicy today?"

  Wen Mingtang shook his head, pointed to a few servings on the side, and said, "There are only a few people who eat spicy food in Dali Temple, and the rest of the couple's lung slices are yours."

  Liu Yuan said "Oh", took Mu Shi, and sighed: "That's the name, he's probably in love with the scene!"

   Several people behind the counter looked at each other, suddenly.

  Although I feel sorry for the little official's experience, I still have to eat.

Liu Yuan took the evening food and walked to a nearby food table and sat down. In the bowl full of couple's lung slices, it can be said that most of the things on the cow were divided into it, and for those who like to try something new Humanly speaking, it couldn't be better.

Pick up a piece of beef and put it in the mouth, the meat is firm and not sticky; pick up another piece of beef tripe, it is full of chewy, very springy teeth; another piece of beef heart is softer than beef and tripe, and then Beef tongue has a much firmer taste than the beef heart in the previous bite, but it is different from the dry beef, but it is obviously more moist... The taste of each bite is almost different, wrapped in the red oil full of sesame seeds The sauce is fragrant, with a slight spicy taste in the fragrance, but it is extremely appetizing.

   "Although the ingredients seem to be similar to the saliva chicken, they have a different taste." Liu Yuan couldn't help nodding, "Master Wen is Master Wen, and he has never missed a hand in cooking!"

  He lowered his head and muttered to himself while eating, but unexpectedly, a somewhat familiar voice came from the other side: "The saliva chicken dish is also made in the same way?"

Liu Yuanzheng paused as he stuffed his mouth, looked up at the Yujijiu, which had chopsticks of beef on the diagonally opposite side, but was about to be wrapped in some coriander and put into his mouth together. He laughed dryly, and after calling out "Yujijiu", Nodding, said: "The method is similar, but the ingredients are somewhat similar, but the taste is completely different."

  Yu Jijiu on the opposite side is obviously a good coriander lover. Seeing the small half bowl of coriander in his bowl dipped in red oil sauce, Liu Yuan shook his head: I'm ashamed of myself!

  Yu Jijiu let out a "hmm" without being vague, put down the half-eaten chopsticks, got up and went to Ji Cai to buy.

  Behind the window, Ji Caimai saw this, and hurriedly dialed the abacus, and the abacus made two "bang bang" knocking sounds, which could be regarded as saying hello to Yu Jijiu.

   This way of greeting is really special! Yu Jijiu glanced at Ji Caimai, who was grinning from ear to ear, but he didn't care, but asked: "I see that this couple's lung slices can also be taken away, so the saliva that Liu Sicheng said I haven’t tasted chicken yet, can I take it away?”

   "The Zhuangzi will send chickens tomorrow," Ji Caimai looked at Yu Jijiu and said with a smile, "There will be this dish for lunch."

  That's pretty much it! Yu Jijiu touched the bulging purse on his waist, and didn't care at all about Ji Caimai's eyes looking at the "God of Wealth": The price of the meals in the Dali Temple's public chef is much cheaper than that in the restaurant outside, and he will eat it every day. I don't even feel bad about taking seven or eight servings home with me.

But... Speaking of which, Yu Jijiu suddenly remembered one thing: he turned his head and glanced at Wen Mingtang who was standing behind the counter, and he turned to ask Ji Caimai: "I need to hold a banquet in a few days, how long will the banquet be?" A Confucian friend, you, Master Wen, might lend me a day?"

  (end of this chapter)