Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 440 Scissor Noodles (2)

  When Ah Bing and the glutinous rice **** and eggs were half fried, people began to enter the public kitchen to eat morning food.

   First glanced at the person behind the table: still the familiar Master Wen, A Bing with glutinous rice balls.

  Listening to the greetings of "Master Wen", "A Bing" and "Tang Yuan" one after another, A Bing and Tang Yuan were busy with the fried eggs in their hands, but they had no time to raise their heads, and only responded to the greetings. On the other hand, Wen Mingtang who was on the side could still look up to see who was greeting, and while responding, the movements of both hands were not slow: one hand held a ball of dough, the other held a pair of scissors with oiled blades, and then As soon as the scissors were opened and closed, strips of "noodles" shaped like willow leaves fell into the pot.

  Because it is cooking and cutting at the same time, Wen Mingtang's movements are naturally not slow.

Originally, seeing Wen Mingtang cutting noodles with scissors, everyone wanted to make fun of "Master Wen is lazy again". After all, today is the first day of the public kitchen opening, and the public kitchen has to be cleaned, leaving time for the public chefs to cook. Self is not enough. I still remember that in previous years, most of the morning food on the first day of the public chef was porridge made hastily by mixing overnight cold rice with water, which the chef did not know where to find, and then served with one or two pieces of fermented bean curd. There is mildew, although the fermented bean curd is made in a special way, but the mold is obviously not something that can be fooled by saying "this is moldy tofu", it is clearly broken!

They were surprised that the morning food on the first day of the public kitchen’s opening was not cold rice mixed with water from the previous night. When they saw the ready-made condiments and the eggs being fried by A Bing and glutinous rice balls, everyone felt that they could eat Such a morning meal is extremely satisfying.

It was just a joke at first, but the "willow-leaf noodles" that seemed to be cut out at random were almost the same in shape and size. After entering the water, they first sank, and then slowly floated up with the turbulent water waves. On the surface of the water, Wen Mingtang picked up the bamboo fence and poured the willow-like noodles into the bowl, and then skillfully pushed it aside, the box where the glutinous rice ball clinker had already been handled by A Bing alone. Guowen Mingtang pushed the noodle bowl, put salt, vinegar, green onion, coriander and other accessories on the willow leaf noodles in turn, and then poured a spoonful of hot oil on it.

With a sound of "呲啦", the familiar sound of oil and noodles meeting, a strong spicy aroma, oil aroma and noodle aroma permeated the air. The guard standing in front of the counter waiting for the meal took a deep breath and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Said: "I haven't seen it in half a month, but it still smells familiar!" After speaking, his throat moved and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

  After a fried egg that was golden on both sides was sandwiched into the bowl, the guard couldn't wait to pick up the noodle bowl and leave the table, and then took three steps at a time, and quickly walked to the food table closest to the table and sat down.

  After sitting down, I quickly mixed the scissors noodles with chopsticks. As the various accessories were evenly mixed, the oily and spicy aroma also emerged from the bowl continuously with the continuous mixing. After each strand in the bowl is pointed at both ends and the slightly fat "willow leaves" in the middle are evenly soaked with red oil, the guards hold the chopsticks and put them down as usual for eating noodles, and they are ready to be eaten. After putting on the "willow leaf" soaked in red oil, the "willow leaf" immediately slipped down from the chopsticks.

   The guard was taken aback for a moment, the movement of his hand was one step faster than the one in his mind, subconsciously tried again, dropped again, tried again, dropped again...

   While he was in a daze, a spoon was placed on his dinner plate.

  Looking up, I saw Liu Yuan who was holding a dinner plate sat down diagonally opposite, and said, "Use a spoon." As he spoke, he picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of scissors noodles in the bowl.

  It still tastes like the familiar oil-splashed noodles, but the difference is that the noodle that was chewed and chewed in the past has turned into a "willow leaf" noodle that is chewy and smooth, and can scoop up several roots in a spoonful. Unlike ordinary noodles, this scissors noodles are fed into the mouth by a spoon. Although it does not have the fun of noodles, you can chew the noodles that are as smooth as "noodle fish". The noodles are different.

  Noodles made from the same flour, water and noodles have their own unique tastes in different shapes and methods.

  Wen Mingtang in that room was still holding the dough in one hand and the scissors in the other, quickly cutting the dough in his hand.

"I don't know who will cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." Bai Zhu, who entered the public kitchen a cup of tea later than Liu Yuan, was at the back of the line. Seeing Wen Mingtang cutting noodles with scissors, he couldn't help but sigh, "Master Wen's pair of scissors can also cut willow leaves, but these willow leaves are made of dough."

Wen Mingtang, who had just finished cutting a ball of dough in his hand, dipped in oil and brushed the blades of the scissors, looked up at Bai Zhu, who was at the end of the line, and saw that although he sighed, his expression was not as relaxed as when he was usually joking with emotion. Smiling, from the corner of his eye, he glanced at Liu Yuan who was in front of the food table not far away.

  Liu Yuan, who talked the most in the past, didn't even say a word of nonsense when he received the court food today. Instead, his face was full of sadness and fatigue.

  Even the servants, although they ate the morning food as usual, the first servant who received the scissor noodles had already eaten more than half of it, and his appetite was no different from the usual, but there was no smile on his face either.

  The faces of most people in the public kitchen are like this, it can be seen...the case is not going well!

  Whether it is the case of Zhao Mengzhuo falling from a building or the case of the suspected murder of Lord Yasukuni in the palace, this is the case.

  Wen Mingtang's eyes flashed, he glanced at the long line, and cut the dough again.

  Holding the dough with one hand and cutting the noodles with the other hand, I finished the whole morning meal. After the morning meal time passed, the "sequelae" came up.

  Wen Mingtang rubbed his sore shoulders, and said to A Bing and Tangyuan: "The lunch will be left to you two."

  The two nodded, and said to Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, we can't bear to watch it." After standing with our hands raised like this for almost a whole hour of the morning meal, how can we still raise our hands? Master Wen is afraid that he will go back to put on the plaster.

  Wen Mingtang smiled, turned around and left the public kitchen yard. Although his arms were sore, he didn't go back to his dormitory to apply medicine, but went to find Ji Cai to buy it.

   The business of taking out the food stalls and going to Zhuangzi to buy things was assigned by Concubine Jing to the internal affairs office. As a result, Ji Caimai, who was busy in the past, was freed a lot. When Wen Mingtang passed by, Ji Caimai was standing in the yard, holding the wolfberry bamboo cup in his hand, looking at the dead tree in the yard that was just showing a little greenery.

  Seeing Wen Mingtang coming, Ji Caimai was not surprised, he said, "I've been waiting for you to come."

  Master Wen gave a "hmm" and looked at Ji Caimai: "This house office..."

  Before he finished speaking, Ji Caimai shook his head and sighed: "One day she is in charge of the yamen, and it is impossible to change it in one day."

   It is obvious who this "she" refers to.

  Wen Mingtang frowned upon hearing this.

Before she could continue to ask questions, Ji Caimai said again: "There have been a lot of things going on in the court recently. You should know about Lord Yasukuni's affairs, and the Huns are not at peace. They wanted to join her and deal with her a few years ago. My lords are mostly going to take care of the affairs of Lord Jingguo and the Xiongnu." At this point, Ji Caimai sighed quietly, and said, "Yesterday she sold a good deal again at the right time, and took the money out to have fun with the people, which is considered a face. "

"You know, there is a priority in everything. Compared with her, the matter of Lord Yasukuni and the Xiongnu must be put first, and those adults will put our matter behind for the time being." Speaking of this, Ji Caimai's tone was quite A little helpless, "After all... our business is a trivial matter!"

   Small things naturally make way for big things.

  But... the truth about Concubine Jing is a big matter disguised as a small matter, Wen Mingtang thought.

  Therefore, blindly waiting for those adults to attack Concubine Jing is not a good strategy. There are some things...perhaps...you should take the initiative.

  (end of this chapter)