Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 350 Ground Pot Chicken (1)

  Wen Mingtang opened his mouth, and was about to speak when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

   "Master Wen!"

  Wen Mingtang greeted the little official, turned to look at Ji Caimai who was coming, and waved to her, Ji Caimai signaled her to come out and speak.

  Wen Mingtang nodded, and after he walked out of the warehouse, he heard Ji Caimai say, "Just now Zhao You told what happened to you at the noodle shop." After saying this, Ji Caimai took a few steps aside.

  Wen Mingtang followed after seeing this, and when he was a little farther away from the door of the dossier warehouse, he heard Ji Caimai say: "When I was shopping for ingredients on Zhuangzi this morning, I heard something, and you may be interested to know."

  Hearing this, Wen Mingtang suddenly realized: It seems that the weird reactions of those diners in the noodle restaurant must be related to what Ji Caimai wanted to say.

  I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet? The real can not be fake, the fake can not be real. If Liyang Prince's Mansion was as sincere and kind as it appeared on the surface, it wouldn't make enemies everywhere.

  Thinking about the reaction of the women in the noodle restaurant and the performance of the diners, Wen Mingtang looked at Ji Caimai, smiled, and said, "Ji Caimai, please tell me."

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  Walk to the dossier storeroom, and it was time to apply when I asked the clerk to help me out. During the trip back and forth, the number of people in Dali Temple was obviously reduced, except for the servants and small officials who had urgent matters at hand and those who had to stay overnight at the Yamen, most of them had already gone back to their vacations in advance.

  It’s the New Year’s Eve, all Yamen in Dayong sympathetically let people go back to eat the New Year’s meal early, preparing for the New Year’s Eve.

  Wen Mingtang didn't have any relatives, so he stayed in Dali Temple as usual. A Bing, glutinous rice **** and Ji Caimai greeted her, said a few auspicious words to each other, and then went back.

When I came back at noon, there were still many people, but in a blink of an eye, she was the only one left. Oh no, Wen Mingtang looked back and made the couch in the public kitchen into a floor. He was taking a nap, snoring loudly Zhao You twitched the corner of his mouth: This one is still there.

   Like Tangyuan, Zhao You also worked in the Yamen of Dali Temple for several generations in his family. Zhao’s father had an accident in the process of arresting the murderer and died in the line of duty. Zhao's mother became seriously ill when she heard the bad news, and she followed her in less than a year. So when her parents left, Zhao You, who was only nine years old, was left behind.

  Zhao You has been kept in Dali Temple since then, and it can be said that he was raised by the Yamen of Dali Temple. Although his brain is not brilliant, his skills are excellent, and he can be regarded as an extremely sharp knife in the Yamen of Dali Temple. At first, he had been following Zhao Mengzhuo, but after Lin Fei came, he turned around and followed Lin Fei to do things.

   It's just that even if Lin Fei is always by his side, Lin Fei likes to take him with him, but it seems that it is inconvenient for Zhao Youzi to go there when the Jingyunhou's family has a family banquet during the festival.

  Thinking of this, Wen Mingtang couldn't help sighing, glanced at Zhao You, who was sleeping in Zhengxiang, and thought in his heart: If there is no accident in this New Year's Eve, he will probably spend the festival with Zhao You, who is also alone.

   Looking at Zhao You who was sleeping soundly under a thick coat, Wen Mingtang didn't wake him up, but returned to the table.

  Although it is always called "the accounting room" on weekdays, Ji Caimai is still very humane inside. There were a lot of ingredients left on the stove, and it was obvious at a glance that they were reserved for her to make New Year's dinner.

  Wen Mingtang looked at the ingredients Ji Caimai had left behind, and began to prepare the dishes.

Today, she and Zhao You are the only ones eating New Year's dinner, and those who are on duty at night smell the smell, and they have eaten New Year's dinner with their own family, and they can't taste much, but it can be said to be serious It's time to make some small pot dishes.

Some dishes are really inappropriate to be placed in the public kitchen, such as the hot pot that Wen Mingtang has been thinking about for a long time. This food is one dish, one pot. The lively and atmosphere of free choice of food can only be made spicy in the public kitchen It's hot.

  The same is true for this ground pot chicken. It’s true that it’s not impossible to make do with it, but it’s hard for a public chef to share the pancakes and enjoy the fun of tearing off the pancakes.

  At least, the current public chefs can't do it. Wen Mingtang felt a little excited when he thought that he could cook what he wanted without restriction today.

After preparing the chicken nuggets, greens, red peppers, onions and other side dishes for the ground pot chicken, Wen Mingtang glanced at Zhao You who was sleeping beside the charcoal pot, and after thinking about it, he prepared two more dishes. You have a lot of food, and it would be bad if the New Year's meal makes people not full.

  Zhao You, who was sleeping, was awakened by a burst of fragrance. Although he made a bed on the floor, two charcoal basins were placed beside him, so it was as warm as sleeping in a bed. Zhao You, who was taking a nap, didn't know whether it was day or night. When he woke up, he realized that he had overslept in the nap.

Looking out of the window through the window paper, he saw that the sky outside the window was already dark. When it was time for the evening meal, he was stunned, and realized that today is a young year. No wonder there are many people at this time of the week. There is no one in the public kitchen,

   Yawning and getting up, the body instinctively sniffed the tempting fragrance and walked towards the source of the fragrance, only to see Wen Mingtang standing in a pan frying rice cakes in his hands.

   Snow-white rice cake slices with sticks inserted in the middle, fried until golden on both sides. Although Wen Mingtang didn't raise his head, he seemed to be aware of his approach. After saying "Here we come, it's just in time for it to come out of the pot", he held up the rice cake whose skin was fried until golden, brushed sauce on both sides and sprinkled sesame seeds, and handed it over. over here.

"Crispy rice cakes, first eat two sticks to pad your stomach." Smelling the special sweet and spicy sauce, Zhao You took the crispy rice cakes and took a bite, accompanied by a "click" that broke the crispy skin of the rice cakes Zhao You couldn't help but sigh, "It's really delicious".

  Wen Mingtang himself took a bunch of crispy rice cakes, took a bite, and said, "Now that I'm up, I'll start cooking New Year's dinner."

  Zhao Youzheng immersed himself in eating the crispy rice cake with sweet and spicy sauce in his mouth, he didn't care to raise his head, and just said "oh".

  Master Wen will eat whatever he does. He is not picky about food, and he has no taboos, he can eat anything.

   She really has a pure heart! Wen Mingtang shook his head, took the pan and poured oil, poured the prepared ingredients and processed chicken nuggets into it and started frying.

  A large amount of aroma stimulated by the chicken and auxiliary ingredients meeting oil diffused from the pot, but Zhao You beside him only glanced at this moment when the aroma rose, and then bowed his head and ate the rice cake in his hand seriously.

   It's rare to meet such a quiet diner! Seeing this, Wen Mingtang couldn't help but smile, probably because he was concentrating on eating, and Wen Mingtang stopped thinking about it, and started to concentrate on eating.

The way to cook ground pot chicken is to fry it first and then pour water into it to simmer. Zhao You, a diner with crispy rice cakes in his hands, did not rush, and Wen Mingtang was not in a hurry. They are the only diners at this New Year’s Eve dinner. Just do it.

   That's why Wen Mingtang started making cakes after covering the pot and looking into the stove to see the fire.

  This cake is the real soul of the ground pot chicken.

Kneading some flour, waking up the dough, cutting the dough into small portions, and throwing them into the water one by one, seeing the dough sinking to the bottom, Wen Mingtang found it funny for no reason, just about to laugh, when a voice came from the table came from outside.

   "What do you do?"

  (end of this chapter)