Dali Temple Small Dining Room

Although Wen Mingtang vaguely knew that the trouble left by Wen Xuance was not a small one, he didn't expect the problem to be so big, so he was not in a hurry. There is tea, there is a chatter about eating.

  From the cold dishes before the main course to the main course to the last dessert after a meal, the few people chatted a lot. Although they didn't say anything about opening a restaurant, they talked so carefully that it was obviously not intentional. Tang Yuan and A Bing were very happy about it.

This is the case in January. It’s not like going out to watch temple fairs and shopping, getting close to the gods and Buddhas in the temple, praying that the other party will look good on you, and the weather will be good in the coming year; it’s visiting relatives and friends. Just like the three of Wen Mingtang, A Bing and Tangyuan chatting over melon seeds.

   Today's three meals are cooked by Tangyuan and A Bing. The two of them have learned many dishes in the past year and have become handy, more than enough for one meal.

  After dinner, Wen Mingtang got up and went to the kitchen, and began to prepare the supper for Lin Fei and others to eat at midnight.

Put the washed and chopped chicken into a large casserole, add **** slices and wine, wait until it boils, skim off the floating powder on the top to make the soup cleaner, then add wolfberry, black dates and soak hair Good mountain mushrooms, simmered slowly.

  After finishing all this, Wen Mingtang went back to the room again, sat down and continued drinking tea and chatting with the two of them.

  Seeing that it took less than a stick of incense for Wen Mingtang to go back and forth, the two were also a little surprised: "Master Wen, is the supper ready?"

  Wen Mingtang nodded and said with a smile, "It's almost there."

For late-night snacks, for Lin Fei and other people who come here from exhaustion, what they pay attention to is a fast ironing, a bowl of fresh and clean mushroom stewed chicken soup with a handful of rice noodles, and the hot soup is quickly brought up and down. The belly is done.

  If Lin Fei and the others came here on weekdays to satisfy their cravings, Wen Mingtang would be willing to take a charcoal pot and make a barbecue or something, but for now... let's leave it for now!

  Wen Mingtang's guess was right. In the middle of the hour, there was a knock on the door of Yuan's house, and Lin Fei, Liu Yuan, Bai Zhu, Zhao You and two other guards appeared outside the door.

   Looking at the exhaustion visible to the naked eye on the faces of the group of people, and the dust and mud on the boots of several people, it is clear that they have walked a lot today.

  When he walked in, Zhao Youtong and the other two guards were still carrying the burden on their backs. Wen Mingtang, Tang Yuan and A Bing were still curious about what was in the huge bag when they welcomed them in. After they sat down and put down the bag, they looked at the shape of the bag and immediately understood that what was inside was Dossier, a dossier full of burdens.

   I don’t know where this group of people got so many files.

Although he was curious, Wen Mingtang didn't ask any more questions. He couldn't help but look at the baggage a few more times, then looked away, and when he was about to leave for the kitchen, Lin Fei said, "We're going to the kitchen today." A visit to the Ministry of Accounts."

  Although there was only this sentence, Wen Mingtang understood it. These files were all from the Ministry of Household Affairs.

  But the household department is not outside the city, why is there so much mud on the boots?

   "I went to look through the old files of the Ministry of Household Affairs many years ago," Lin Fei said, looking up at Wen Mingtang who had left, and said in a voice she could just hear, "I went to the warehouse of the Ministry of Household Affairs outside the city."

One of the six yamens of Dayong is naturally not small, but there are hundreds of plants in Darong Guozuo, and there are times when the files and sundries are so piled up that the storehouses in the yamen cannot be piled up. Some of the files that were rarely read in the early years were moved to the warehouse outside the city for emergencies.

  The files that were removed to the warehouse outside the city were naturally either old or unimportant.

   Unexpectedly, the group of them actually went there today... Wen Mingtang, who was only a bystander to the case, couldn't have imagined or guessed the intention of this group of people going there, but it was probably related to Zhao Mengzhuo's case.

  There is a specialization in art, so she...just make this supper, so that this warm bowl of soup can drive away Lin Fei and the others' tiredness after a day of running around.

   After an hour and a half of slow cooking, the pot of stewed chicken soup with mushrooms was already fully flavored. Wen Mingtang only came in halfway to add some salt, but nothing else.

  Compared with the more complicated and exquisite methods she used in the past, this method is simple and tight, and it is not much different from the methods of most cooks in Dayong.

  If you have to talk about the difference, it’s probably because the soup looks clearer.

   Lifting the lid and taking a look, Wen Mingtang put the lid back on again, and began to prepare other things.

   Start with a bowl of delicious mushroom stewed chicken soup, and then add a handful of smooth and chewy rice noodles. The hot soup is the best way to dispel fatigue.

  But... and more than that. After all, when Wen Mingtang came back from a trip to the market today, he brought a basket full of vegetables and meat. Even if Tangyuan and A Bing ate some for lunch and dinner, each of them was different. Less remaining.

Wen Mingtang took out the small dishes from Tangyuan's house on purpose, put the nine small dishes neatly into the square tray, and then added side dishes to each small dish one by one: thinly sliced ​​pork tenderloin slices, black fish Slices, five-ripe pork loin slices, bamboo shoots, quail eggs, fungus, pea tips, tofu skin, fungus, etc. Although there are everything on the table, there are also meat and vegetables.

   After counting all the numbers, Wen Mingtang looked at the side dish tray in the shape of "Nine Palaces", and couldn't help pursing his lips softly.

  Although it is just an ordinary bowl of rice noodles, after finishing this, the unique sense of exquisiteness will come up, and more importantly, it can be eaten hot and ready to eat.

  Actually... this is the imitation of Guoqiao rice noodles, but it is not authentic. As for the more authentic ones, let’s keep it for a while, maybe, we will open a restaurant in the future... Just like broken gold rice, it is a gimmick to attract customers!

  In the side room, because Lin Fei spoke, Zhao Youtong and two servants also sat down, and the six of them were sitting around the biggest food table in Tangyuan's house, waiting for Wen Mingtang's supper.

Because Master Wen said before he went to the kitchen that he had stewed chicken soup and added some rice noodles. It’s not like he had never eaten these in the public kitchen before, so everyone was not curious. They just waited for the chicken soup and rice noodles to be brought over. Talk about running around today.

"The people in the household department are not particular about it. Files from decades ago are just piled up there like this, and they don't care about pests or anything, so many files are infested with insects!" A servant couldn't help complaining. , "Many of them have been eaten away."

"Fortunately, the files that Lin Shaoqing asked me to find are still there!" The other guard heaved a sigh of relief, then answered, paused, and couldn't help muttering, "If Lin Shaoqing hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have thought of going to the account. The old treasury of the Ministry! Think about the case related to the Ministry of Households that Mr. Zhao handled back then. Mr. Zhao was seriously injured and suffered from old diseases. These years, every winter, he had to wear two thick jackets to carry it. It’s okay. The household department didn’t say anything, and they didn’t even ask about it. It’s really chilling.”

  Facing the guard's muttering and complaining, Lin Fei, who was looking down at the file, didn't raise his head to respond. This is not surprising, Lin Shaoqing is a man of few words. However, Bai Zhu and Liu Yuan on the other side, especially Liu Yuan, who is always talkative, were unexpectedly silent and did not answer, and just poured cups of tea and cups of tea into their stomachs with Bai Zhu, as if running away. After a day, I was really tired.

  Zhao Youtong didn't wait for the two officers to respond, and looked at the three people who didn't answer the conversation in puzzlement, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.