Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 369 New Year's Day Dessert (5)

  Although Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu did not come back to talk about the case with everyone, those who are familiar with their sudden trip to Xianyang know that the case may have progressed.

  If the clues in Xianyang are extremely important to the murderer, he might not take the risk and go after the killer endlessly.

  If that's the case... Wen Mingtang's heart sank, thinking of the servants and petty officials who came to the public kitchen for dinner on weekdays, he felt inexplicably sad.

  Although it is sad, it is not surprising.

   "Someone in the yamen was bribed by the murderer." Wen Mingtang sighed and said quietly.

  There are so many people in the entire Dali Temple, not everyone can refuse the temptation and threats sent to their door.

  Before leaving, Lin Fei turned to look at her: "Be careful."

  This is a pun, intended to remind her not to casually mention the matter of the Yamen case, and more importantly, to remind her to be careful.

   After all, people in the yamen can be bribed by the murderer of a case, how can they know that they will not be bribed by someone who wants to harm her.

"Sure enough!" Wen Mingtang sent Lin Fei away, went back to the house to wash up, and when he lay down on the bed, Wen Mingtang couldn't help but sigh to himself, "The sage's words 'how can a thousand days prevent thieves' really make sense, It's no use hiding."

  The other party wanted to put her to death, so it was useless to hide in Dali Temple, a government office that manages "victimization and victimization" cases.

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I kept working until I fell asleep. I was really tired, but my mind was full of chaos. Wen Mingtang kept turning over and trying to fall asleep, but he got lost on the way to find Zhou Gong. I found the right way, and fell asleep.

   When I got up the next day, I got up late without accident, and it was almost too late to make the morning meal.

   Fortunately, there are not many people attending the eclipse these few days. I made some preparations for the eclipse this morning and last night, so I still made the eclipse before the eclipse started.

The first people who come to eat court food are usually the servants, petty officials and prison guards who are on duty in the yamen at night. After Lin Fei left last night, the drums in front of the yamen of Dali Temple did not sound, and everyone slept soundly in the middle of the night .

Yawning and saying hello to Wen Mingtang, he came to the stage to watch today's Korean food: it was cold, and Master Wen prepared rice noodles in soup, a bowl of rice noodles, meat, vegetables and eggs, and the bone broth was rich and delicious. Put the bowl into the stomach, and the hands and feet can be warmed up immediately, dispelling the remaining sleepiness.

  Although there is only Wen Mingtang in the public kitchen today, he is busy and orderly.

  The peppers, coriander and green onions on the rice noodles are all up to personal taste.

  Most people like to have a little of everything, but there are exceptions.

"Hey, Master Wen, I don't eat coriander." Seeing Wen Mingtang's habit of pouring toppings, he raised his chopsticks to pick up the coriander on the side plate, and the jailer who was waiting for the bowl of bone soup rice noodles in front of the counter hurriedly exclaimed up.

Wen Mingtang was taken aback for a moment, then quickly withdrew his hands, put the rice noodles in his hand on the tray and handed them over, apologizing: "The first few all want it, their hands are used to it, and they almost haven't changed it. .”

The jailer took the rice noodles from Wen Mingtang, shook his head and looked at Wen Mingtang, saying that he didn't need to accompany him, then raised his finger and pointed to the fundus of his eyes, and asked her: "Master Wen didn't sleep well? The fundus of the eyes is a little blue, and the spirit seems to be a little weak look."

  Wen Mingtang heard the words, and subconsciously touched the fundus of his eyes. When he washed up this morning, he saw the black and blue under his eyes in the bronze mirror.

   It was so late last night to find Duke Zhou, so it's strange that she doesn't show any signs of color now.

"Master Wen was busy making New Year's Day desserts yesterday, so it's late!" said a jailer who had already sat down by the food table and started eating rice noodles. Poured in a bowl, apparently an acidophilus.

  The jailer poured vinegar and said: "When I came out yesterday, I saw the lights in the public kitchen yard from a distance. I think Master Wen was busy until midnight before falling asleep."

   Actually, it's not that late, her current dark blue is because of other things! Wen Mingtang slandered, but seeing that everyone who was smacking rice noodles turned their heads to look at him, he smiled and did not deny it. He pointed to those New Year's Day snacks and said: "I have been busy for two days, and I will be busy for a long time in the future." Some rested."

  The closer it is to New Year's Eve, the fewer people come to the public kitchen to eat.

It's not that Wen Mingtang's culinary skills have regressed, but that the New Year's Eve is only once a year to reunite with relatives, friends and family, and no matter how "superb" her cooking skills are, for most people, the most unforgettable and special It's still the one at home.

  This is called "family taste", and anything with the word "feeling" is always special.

  When the New Year's Eve begins, the public kitchen doesn't have to open fire anymore, and Wen Mingtang will have more than half a month of rest to enjoy the excitement of the New Year's Eve.

  This... is unimaginable in the palace.

  Wen Mingtang pursed his lips and smiled when he thought of the oppressiveness of being locked in a cage in the palace.

   "Master Wen!"

  Wen Mingtang, who was shaking, came back to his senses, looked at the jailer in front of him, and almost let go of the coriander he didn't eat just now, but fortunately Wen Mingtang was quick, not only for cooking, but also for stopping.

  The jailer brother in front of him held the bowl of rice noodles without coriander and never left, and asked Wen Mingtang with a smile: "Master Wen, can you do me a favor?"

  Wen Mingtang looked at the jailer brother, said "Huh", and waited for his next words.

  The jailer brother said: "Then can you still make tea eggs?"

In the past two months, the public kitchen has a lot of afternoon snacks, such as crispy pork belly pork, boneless chicken fillets, caramel milk tea, millet crisps, fried chestnuts and so on. The public kitchen does not have a lot of eggs in stock. After all, eggs are used by almost every cook in the public kitchen, so the quantity given by Zhuangzi is not too much. Except for daily cooking, almost There is not much left, so the tea eggs have not been made for a while.

Seeing the worried look in the jailer brother's eyes, Wen Mingtang thought for a while, and said, "Tea eggs are easy to make, but there are not many eggs in the public kitchen." Speaking of this, seeing the jailer brother showing a hint of disappointment on his face After the meal, Wen Mingtang smiled, and said, "If you like it, brother, you might as well bring your own eggs. After the New Year's Eve snack box is sent out, the public kitchen will still be open for two days. I have some free time in the afternoon, so I can cook some eggs." One pot."

  As soon as these words came out, the guard's eyes lit up, and he quickly thanked Wen Mingtang: "So, thank you, Master Wen!"

   After finishing speaking, he took the bowl of rice noodles and sat down in front of the sour jailer in front of the food table.

  After he sat down, the jailer who was eating the bowl of "sour soup" rice noodles immediately winked at him, and called out in a low voice, "I mean Tong Zhang..."

Tong Zhang, the jailer brother who sat down and asked Wen Mingtang for help, blushed immediately when he heard the words, and turned his head to look at Wen Mingtang who was busy behind the counter. Seeing that she hadn't noticed the situation here, he scolded: "Hong Huang, be careful! Yan! My mother just likes the taste of the tea eggs, nothing else!"

  (end of this chapter)