Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 246 Pot-wrapped meat (1)

Wen Mingtang glanced at Liu Yuan's mouth, which was flushed red from eating a "slightly spicy" sliced ​​boiled pork, and then glanced at the food table behind him that was eating "normally spicy" sliced ​​boiled pork. Lin Fei, who changed his expression, couldn't help but pursed his lips, and said with a smile: "Minger's is not boiled pork slices, it's not spicy!"

  As for what it was, Wen Mingtang shook his head, put it off, and said: "When we have lunch tomorrow, Sicheng Liu will know."

   Seeing that the kind-hearted Master Wen is a tight-lipped person, he can't ask if he doesn't want to! Liu Yuan sighed, thinking that Miss Yuansan in the prison had another headache. When she led Mi Fan back to the case and sat down, she looked at Bai Zhu and couldn't help shaking her head.

  By the time the two of them finished eating and got up to leave, it was already past the time for evening food, and even A Bing and Tangyuan Tongji also left first.

  The colder the weather, the faster it will be dark. The murderer has not been caught, and the city is not peaceful, it is better to go back earlier.

  Wen Mingtang, who lived in the dormitory of Dali Temple, really saved the step of going back, so he took advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do at this time, and prepared the dishes to be made tomorrow in advance. When he came back after sending the sliced ​​pork meat to the ice cellar, Lin Fei was the only one in the public kitchen who was still eating evening food at a leisurely pace!

  Seeing that the soup in Lin Fei's soup bowl had bottomed out, Wen Mingtang went to the counter, scooped out the remaining soup in the soup pot, and sent it over.

   "Lin Shaoqing eat slowly!" After Wen Mingtang delivered the soup, he was about to turn around and prepare to leave, but Lin Fei suddenly called out to her.

   "Master Wen!"

  Wen Mingtang turned his head to look at Lin Fei who suddenly spoke.

  Lin Fei, who was about to speak out, fell on her hand and paused.

  Wen Mingtang followed his gaze, and when he saw the cut on his hand, he said: "It's not an injury from cooking. It's cold and dry, and plaster has been applied, so it's okay."

  Lin Fei said "hmm", looked away from her hand, paused, and then said: "I want to ask you about Miss Yuan San."

ask her? Wen Mingtang was a little surprised, Lin Fei glanced at her, and said frankly: "After all, you are a woman. In many cases, women always understand women better, and what they pay attention to may be different from men like me. You can notice that I have never noticed. There is no telling where it will go.”

  Wen Mingtang heard the words, walked up to Lin Fei and sat down.

It was rare for him not to abide by the etiquette of "eating without speaking". After drinking two sips of soup, Lin Fei briefly explained the process of interrogating Miss Yuansan just now, and then raised his eyes to Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, if you are, this case will be accepted." How will you investigate when you come down?"

  If it is her? Wen Mingtang thought for a while, and said, "I'll check that Mr. Jiang!"

  Lin Fei gave a "hmm" and asked Wen Mingtang, "Why did you check that Mr. Jiang?"

Wen Mingtang said: "That Miss Yuansan is paranoid, selfish, and cold, and she doesn't like others. Of course, she is not a good person." She thought for a while, and said, "But if she is really heartless, how can she plan to make this marriage fall? to yourself?"

  The purpose of getting married is to cultivate the good of the two clans. Even though Miss Yuansan's physical illness is not that serious, she must have resorted to some tricks to get this marriage by pretending to be so serious in order to show mercy and show weakness.

"It's unfair to disturb the Yuan family, but it's unfair to **** this marriage. If it's not for Mr. Jiang, it will be of no benefit to Ms. Yuansan." Wen Mingtang thought for a while and said, "I think Ms. Yuansan treats you well." That Mr. Jiang is probably different from others."

  Miss Yuan San was raised in a deep boudoir all year round, and she didn't see many outsiders, and most of them were people like Yuan Er. Compared with her, Mr. Jiang was really "outstanding".

"Miss Yuansan is a selfish and indifferent person in her bones. If she just has unrequited love and doesn't respond, why should Miss Yuansan worry about it?" Wen Mingtang thought for a while, and said thoughtfully, "It's because I care That’s why there’s such a big reaction.”

Lin Fei glanced at the thoughtful girl, lowered his eyes and said: "She was raised in a deep boudoir, and if she wants to meet such murderers, someone must be the one to lead the way. The Yuan family itself is one of the pawns, and it cannot be the Yuan family. people!"

"That Mr. Jiang," Wen Mingtang said, "even if he didn't come forward himself, he did withdraw the marriage and put Miss Yuansan in face. After doing such a thing, he can make a person with Miss Yuansan's temperament not at all." Jealousy, I don't think it can be justified by just saying that you are beautiful!"

  Because of this case, Wen Mingtang had seen the portrait of Mr. Jiang, and thought that Mr. Jiang was only mediocre; he also saw him once on the day of the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival, and his demeanor was not too bad. At least, compared to Lin Fei in front of him...Wen Mingtang glanced at Lin Fei who was drinking soup with his head down, and thought: He is far worse than Lin Shaoqing from Dali Temple!

  But maybe the artist's painting skills are not good, because he was too far away that day and didn't take a closer look? Wen Mingtang thought: If he can take a closer look, maybe he can see his uniqueness?

  This idea came true quickly.

  The next day, after the eclipse, seeing that the sun was good, Wen Mingtang, A Bing, and Tangyuan took advantage of the half hour of rest between the eclipse and lunch to go to the central square.

   After walking a few steps, I saw Zhao You leading a young man in a Chinese robe walking over from a distance.

  Because the three of them had seen Mr. Jiang from a distance, they recognized him from a long distance away. When the two passed by and left, Tang Yuan touched his nose and said, "Maybe I'm used to seeing Lin Shaoqing's demeanor, but Mr. Jiang doesn't seem to be as outstanding as he said, but the three people who saw him With a split smile, he looks like a very gentle person!"

  That Mr. Jiang didn't recognize them either, he just saw them, didn't he laugh too?

Hearing Tangyuan's evaluation, Ah Bing didn't think so, snorted, and said: "At first glance, it looks very gentle, but after looking at that smile for a while, it doesn't even change for a moment, as if wearing a mask On the face. Gentle at first glance, but penetrating on closer inspection!"

  Of course, whether they are gentle or infiltrating, they are not the ones who confront Young Master Jiang.

   After basking in the sun for a while, it's time to go back and make lunch.

On the countertop of the public kitchen, pork slices were already hung with batter made of potato starch. Wen Mingtang went to the cutting board and shredded the coriander, carrot, onion, ginger, garlic and other accessories that had been prepared; on the other side, A Bing and Tangyuan Then start the pan and heat the oil. When the oil temperature is about the same, the glutinous rice **** lift the chopsticks, shake off a drop of batter on the chopsticks, and put it into the oil pan. When the batter floats, put the pork slices covered with batter oil pan.

  The pork slices were put into the oil pan, and with the sound of "stab", countless bubbles burst out immediately, tightly covering every slice of pork meat in the oil pan.

  Accompanied by the rustling sound of fried twigs, the bubbles in the oil pan are boiling, so lively.

  The sound of frying in the oil pan can be heard even standing outside the door of the public kitchen. After sniffing the aroma of fried twisted seeds coming out of the public kitchen, Zhao You stepped over the threshold of the public kitchen and walked in.

   I suddenly got stuck yesterday, sorry~

  (end of this chapter)