Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 370 New Year's Day Dessert (6)

This loud scolding made the jailer named Hong Huang shut up. Although he closed his mouth, he still winked at him, lowered his head and slurped the "sour soup" rice noodles in the bowl, and couldn't help but say: "Actually, you and Master Wen's family background are somewhat similar, both of them were once wealthy..."

   Tong Zhang gave him a blank look, and said, "Eat quickly! If you slow down, the rice noodles will be lumpy, wouldn't it be a waste?"

  Wen Mingtang didn't pay attention to the movement here, but while he was busy with the things in hand, he was thinking about the leaving Tangyuan, A Bing and his party, and he was really absent-minded.

After the morning meal, there is lunch, and after lunch, there is evening meal. Day after day, three meals go back and forth, and then I go to bed again. When I open my eyes the next day, one day has passed, and I have to eat a new one. It's the eclipse of the day.

  Wen Mingtang stayed in charge of the public kitchen alone for a day, and then made the snacks in the New Year's Day dessert box, put them in the box, drew up the gift box, etc. After everything was ready, it was the time of Xu on this day.

  Yesterday at this time Lin Fei came to the public kitchen to taste dim sum, but today there was no one else except her.

  Lin Fei didn't come to the public kitchen all day today, and Tangyuan, A Bing and his party didn't come back all day either.

  The lingering uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, Wen Mingtang patted his face, looked at the New Year's Day snack boxes that had been prepared in the public kitchen, and knew that no matter what, Ji Caimai would definitely come back tomorrow, after all, these boxes had yet to be sent out.

  If that's the case... the news will surely come.

  Wen Mingtang's heart sank, he smiled wryly, shook his head, looked back at the empty public kitchen, blew out the lights, and walked out of the public kitchen.

  The night is cold and cold, and there is no one at a glance. As the New Year approaches, the Dali Temple becomes more and more desolate.

  Wen Mingtang carried the lantern and walked towards the direction of the accommodation at the back.

  Walking through the long corridor, when walking to the open space leading to the back office, I ran into a portable lantern swaying slightly in the cold wind.

  Different from the past, the number of people on duty during the New Year's Eve has been reduced by half compared to usual, and many handymen have returned to their hometowns for the New Year, so it is rare to see people halfway through the rain.

  Although Wen Mingtang hadn't seen the faces of the two clearly, he still instinctively greeted the two people carrying the lanterns.

  Compared to Wen Mingtang's "a swipe of black", it's hard to tell which one is which, but the two brothers holding the lanterns clearly recognized her: "Master Wen!"

  The voice was a little familiar, and Wen Mingtang still had some impressions. When the two got closer, he recognized that they were the two jailer brothers who talked to her during the meal today.

   These two are young, about twenty or so, the more handsome one is called Tong Zhang, and the other is called Hong Huang. They are all "old men" who have been eating in the public kitchen since Wen Mingtang came to the public kitchen to make fried noodles.

  The face is also familiar, but Tong Zhang is better, but the man named Hong Huang really has a "popular face" that can't be found even if thrown into the crowd.

  Wen Mingtang looked at Hong Huang's face, and couldn't help but slander: This is really a good candidate for "fine work", and it's too easy to hide.

  However, when Dali Temple investigated the case, although there were "errands" to break into the criminals, these "errands" had nothing to do with the jailers, they were servants.

"Prepare the eggs tomorrow, and you can come find me after lunch." Wen Mingtang nodded to Tong Zhang, said with a smile, paused, and then said, "By the way, if your mother likes someone else, I would like If you want to marinate them together in the five-spice brine, you can also prepare them, it’s the same if you have more or less on the left and right.”

   Tong Zhang heard the words, and quickly thanked Wen Mingtang: "Thank you, Master Wen!"

  Wen Mingtang waved to him, and left with the lantern.

The two stood in place, watching the back of Wen Mingtang's departure. After Wen Mingtang was completely out of sight, Hong Huang turned his head to look at Tong Zhang, winked at him, and said with a smile: "Master Wen's life is beautiful. , the bottom of my heart is good, and the handwriting is good, it is really excellent."

  Tong Zhang shook his head when he heard the words, glanced at Hong Huang again, and said, "Speak carefully."

  Hong Huang didn't take it seriously, and was about to continue to say something, but Tong Zhang suddenly asked Hong Huang: "What did you see when you passed the dormitory at the back?"

"What did you see?" Hong Huang rolled his eyes when he heard the words, reached out and patted Tong Zhang on the back, urging him to go forward, "Okay, let's go to Gongfang quickly! Did you drink just now?" Little tea, I have to go to the prison to continue watching when I go back!"

As soon as he started talking, he couldn't hold it back. Hong Huang was obviously a talker, and while pushing Tong Zhang forward, he said, "Lao Huang also knows that he likes that sip of wine in private. There is no clear prohibition on this, but drinking will cause trouble, Mr. Zhao also said to be careful. Although Lao Huang drinks a lot, but... After all, he is no more sober than usual after drinking. I just saw him secretly hiding in the food box That small jar of wine is gone, let's hurry to the Gong room and go back!"

   This makes sense! Tong Zhang gave a "hmm", but still frowned, and said, "I just saw a figure flashing past near the house where I was staying in the back."

As soon as these words came out, Hong Huang raised the lantern in his hand, moved it close to Tong Zhang's face, illuminated his face, and said, "It's hard to see your appearance clearly just now. It's dark, even the lights on the sticks are broken, what can you see? Are you sure it's not blurred vision?"

   Tong Zhang couldn't refute for a while, thought for a while, and said after a while: "Maybe it is!"

  …

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Going back to the house with a lantern in hand, after pushing the door open and entering the house, candles were lit on the table next to the window where he was going to go, but suddenly kicked something under his feet, Wen Mingtang was stunned for a moment, raised his hand He squatted down with the lantern in his house, and when he saw a finger-sized half candle rolling under his feet, he pursed his lower lip, picked up the small half of candle, got up, walked to the table and lit the candle.

The candle lamp was turned on, illuminating the small room. Wen Mingtang put the lantern on the table, lit the small half of the candle, and then dropped a few drops of wax oil on the position by the window. , fixed the small half of the candle by the window, and then blew out the small half of the candle again.

  After finishing all this, she walked to her bed, picked up the porcelain pillow, and looked into the porcelain pillow: the silver bills in the porcelain pillow were still there, and the order of arrangement was still the same. But...Wen Mingtang knew that the house had already been searched by someone, so the other person naturally walked through the window instead of the door.

  Du Lingmou would make people rummage through her things, how could others not? Wen Mingtang sneered: The other party is not greedy for money. Although she can't afford a house, these banknotes are not too little, so she just skipped them.

  That's it... Clothes, cages, and her scripts should all have been searched.

  Wen Mingtang sat on the couch, sighed, and thought to himself: I really have to do something during this New Year's Eve.

  (end of this chapter)