Chapter 13 Pot Stickers (2)

The way Zhang Caimai shook his head when he heard about the official chef of Dali Temple made Wen Mingtang confused. Now he heard from old man Jiang that the cooks and cooks who went to the official chef of Dali Temple could still have a "private room". So

How come the good conditions, including food and accommodation, are so despised by everyone?

Wen Mingtang was very puzzled, but he saw that just after she finished asking, Zhang Caimai and Jiang Laosou opposite looked at each other, and then...the two of them showed expressions that could not be explained in words.

This expression... made Wen Mingtang even more surprised: What's going on?

Seeing the girl's confused look, Jiang Laosou turned to Zhang Caimai and asked, "She doesn't know?"

It shouldn’t be! Everyone in Chang’an City should know about it!

Zhang Caimai glanced at him sideways and said, "Although she is not from a foreign country, she is locked up in the palace. How can she know this?"

Jiang Laosou came back to his senses with just one sentence: "No wonder!"

It was because I didn’t know about it that I was so indifferent to entering the public kitchen of Dali Temple!

Zhang Caimai, who had finished talking to Old Man Jiang on the other side, also started to explain to Wen Mingtang: "At the end of last year, an evaluation form for personnel changes in various yamen in the capital was leaked..."

Jiang Laosou followed up and said: "The public chef of the Dali Temple Yamen ranks first with the number of twelve chefs replaced in half a year..."

Since then, the official chef of Dali Temple Yamen has become famous in one battle and has become a nightmare for cooks all over the capital.

Twelve results in half a year are indeed quite impressive... Even Wen Mingtang couldn't help but tremble when he heard this.

But what made her heart tremble even more was yet to come.

Zhang Caimai paused and then said: "I heard that one of the twelve was a murderer who had been on the run for many years. Officials from Dali Temple discovered him and arrested him personally. He beheaded him within a month."

Wen Mingtang: "..."

Jiang Laosou followed: "There are two more who originally went in to work as cooks. They have been helping with the cooking and cooking with the murderer for a long time, and they even helped with murder. Now they have been exiled to dig coal in the coal mine."

Wen Mingtang: "..."

Not only that, Zhang Caimai added: "Last year, a serial murder case involving cooks occurred in Chang'an City. A total of five cooks were killed, and three of them were public cooks in Dali Temple."

When Wen Mingtang heard this, he fell silent. After a long pause, he said quietly: "This place... is a bit fierce!"

Half of the twelve cooks were either exiled or killed...

"What about the remaining six?" She couldn't help but be curious and asked further.

"I don't know." Zhang Caimai glanced at her and said, "But among all the government offices in the capital, Dali Temple officials are notorious for having many things to do! They are long-winded and critical, and they are really difficult to 'serve'!"

Having said this, Zhang Caimai glanced at Old Jiang, "Master Jiang! How can you bear to let Miss Wen go to such a place?"

Old Jiang touched his nose and said with a dry smile: "I can't help it!" After saying this, he quickly patted his chest and reassured, "Don't worry, I am very familiar with the public chefs of all the yamen in the capital.

! Wherever there is a vacancy, Miss Wen will definitely be the first to come to mind. Now, Miss Wen should find a place to stay first!"

Zhang Caimai glared at him and turned to Wen Mingtang: "What do you think, Miss Wen?"

Wen Mingtang looked back at the messy Zhao Ji restaurant, and after a slight hesitation, he agreed: "Although the staff of the Dali Temple public chef does change... uh... more frequently, I am not the only cook. Maybe

After staying for a long time, you will find that this place is not bad!”

Such a sensible person... Seeing this, Old Jiang waved his hand and said immediately: "Then Miss Wen, please come with me today..."

"Can we pass now?" Wen Mingtang couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this, "No need to take a test in school?"

Jiang Laosou glanced at Wen Mingtang, shook his head and said: "The chef in charge of recruiting people for Dali Temple's public kitchen is the suspect who has been on the run for many years. He has been captured and beheaded. I guess he won't be able to come to the school to take the exam for you. If you

If I really want to ask him to take the exam... why not burn some paper money and give it to him..."

Wen Mingtang: "..."

"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be asked to take on the job of recruiting people for the Dali Temple's public chef!" Old Jiang said, waving his hand, "Come on, I'll take you there!"

Wen Mingtang did not refuse anymore and turned back to the house to get her luggage. Zhao Lian sent her to the door with a blushing face and said awkwardly: "Sister Wen, I'm sorry..."

Wen Mingtang smiled at Zhao Lian and said, "It's okay, you didn't feel sorry for me."

This Zhao Ji Restaurant belongs to Zhao Sishan. If I say I'm sorry, I also feel sorry for Zhao Sishan. Zhao Sishan himself came to take care of Zhao Dalang and others. I met you on the day I stayed at Zhao Ji Restaurant.

She told Zhang Cai everything about the purchase, and he would definitely tell Zhao Sishan.

The name of Zhao Sishan is all on the deed and everything. Mrs. Liu really wants to mess around with her... Then these twenty sticks today are just the beginning! Female officials like Zhao Sishan who were killed out of thousands of palace people are a tough opponent.

But before leaving, we must first find a place to rest our stomachs for evening meals.

Speaking of the evening meal, Zhang Caimai felt a little regretful: "The food made by Miss Wen is really delicious. I originally thought that you were going to take the exam for Mrs. Wen, but I could still take advantage of Miss Wen's craftsmanship."

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Old Jiang said with a smile: "Ding Caimai told me about Miss Wen's cooking skills! However, with the state of Zhao Ji Restaurant now, don't even think about borrowing the kitchen. The future is long, and there will always be a chance to eat Wen in the future."

It’s a lady’s craftsmanship!”

Even so, Jiang Laosou disagreed. He himself was the chef of the imperial chef, and he could cook the dishes well, not to mention that he had also tasted the skills of the imperial chef. No matter how good a young lady's cooking skills were, how could she be any better?

go?

For him, it was important to finish the matter at hand first.

Jiang Laosou took Wen Mingtang and Zhang Caimai to a snack shop selling pot stickers next to Mingde Square for dinner.

"The pot stickers here are very good. I discovered them by accident." Jiang Laosou took the two of them to the seats at the back and sat down, saying, "They are stuffed with leeks and pork."

The proprietress of the snack shop recognized Jiang Laosou, a regular customer, responded with a smile, and asked again: "Should we add eggs as usual?"

Old Jiang nodded and looked at Zhang Caimai and Wen Mingtang: "Where are you?"

The two shook their heads and said no.

After chatting for a while, three plates of pot stickers were served. The ones from Zhang Caimai and Wen Mingtang were just ordinary pot stickers, but the ones from Jiang Laosou's were pot stickers with a spoonful of scrambled eggs poured on top.

Wen Mingtang's eyes fell on the plate of egg-filled pastry and paused slightly.

Sensing the girl's gaze, Old Jiang raised his head and looked at her: "Miss Wen, do you want to add eggs too?"

Wen Mingtang quickly shook his head, met the old man Jiang's gaze, and explained: "That's what the boss lady means by adding eggs here. It's a little different from what I thought."

She originally thought that the so-called adding eggs meant to make egg-shaped pot stickers, but she never thought that pot stickers are pot stickers and eggs are eggs, which are two separate things.

Is that so? Old Jiang smiled and said unconcernedly: "Then you can try the dish Miss Wen mentioned next time!"

After saying that, he lowered his head and started eating.

Old Jiang didn't bother to take this little thing to heart.

Wen Mingtang didn't say anything more and lowered his head to eat the pot stickers.

The pot stickers that can impress Mr. Jiang’s tricky tongue are certainly good: the leeks are fragrant, the pork meat is fresh, the taste is just right, and it’s really delicious.

In the small store, there is an endless stream of diners, and the proprietress is extremely busy.

Diners will use their feet to indicate whether it's delicious or not. The facade of Zhao Ji Restaurant is more than twice as big as this pot sticker shop, but the customers don't even get a fraction of what others have.

After eating the pot stickers, Old Man Jiang burped, took the two of them out of the restaurant and walked towards the Yamen of Dali Temple.
Chapter completed!