Chapter 16 Oily Noodles (3)

After the servant finished passing the message and left, Ah Bing and the little girl looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh again.

"It's better now, we can't even make white porridge!" Ah Bing sighed, "I'm afraid we can only cook noodles with plain water and serve with dry steamed buns!"

There was nothing, and only these staple foods could be used. However, various requests came in endlessly, tsk tsk... Master Wen really encountered difficulties this time.

Compared to the two people who couldn't help but shake their heads, Wen Mingtang's reaction was calm. He just smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, we'll see about it tomorrow. If the vegetables on the farm come earlier..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the little girl A Bing and the two of them, and they could only hear their uneven voices.

"It's too late, Master Wen!"

As for why it’s too late…

"It's already past the time when Zhuangzi brings vegetables every day. They are specially prepared for lunch and evening meals." A Bing said, "Just now, the guard brother said that he would send a group of prisoners to the Ministry of Punishments tomorrow morning. They are usually transferred.

When serving as prisoners, the guards would set out as soon as they came in the morning, which was around Chen time. Therefore, Master Wen had to deliver the food to the prisoners in the prison before Chen time at the latest, and there was no time to wait for the Zhuangzi.

vegetable?"

Therefore, the vegetables will be delivered tomorrow, which means that Wen Mingtang will be able to use the vegetables and eggs delivered by Zhuangzi the day after tomorrow.

For tomorrow's meal, all Wen Mingtang can use are these staple foods.

If you can't make porridge, don't even think about making porridge with red beans, mung beans and other miscellaneous beans.

After much thought, all I could do was make noodles.

Sure enough, the next moment, Wen Mingtang, who was thoughtful, said, "In that case, let's make noodles!"

After listening to what was said, Ah Bing and the little girl sighed again.

Master Wen's first meal on the job was so bumpy, he really got off to a bad start!

Since we were ready to make noodles, we took some flour out. Wen Mingtang asked A Bing: "The number of people who eat breakfast every day is..."

"Mrs. Wen only needs to include the prisoners in the prison!" Ah Bing thought for a while and said, "Generally speaking, those adults don't come to eat the morning meal, and the guards in the prison rarely come either."

The dining seat of the Dali Temple's public chef is really a very cold seat.

Wen Mingtang nodded and asked, "What about you?"

Where are the public cooks and the government servants?

Ah Bing smiled and pointed outside: "Not far from the Yamen is Fangshi. There are many breakfast shops in the morning, and few of us come here."

When Wen Mingtang heard this, he thought for a while and said, "Then besides the prisoner's, I will make more... uh, five or six copies will be ready."

The little girl on the side heard this and muttered: "Master Wen is actually unprepared. The extra food he prepares every day is thrown away to the swill master."

After hearing this sentence, Wen Mingtang couldn't help but raise his forehead: The food served by the public chef of Dali Temple seems to be really unpopular!

However, as a public chef, you can't ask someone to come and make a trip in vain. You still have to make preparations for this.

After knowing what was going on, Wen Mingtang left the warehouse. Looking at the flour and seasonings that Wen Mingtang received, Ji Caimai, who came over to lock the door, shook his head slightly.

A skillful woman cannot make a meal without straw! Even an experienced master chef may not be able to change the situation, let alone a girl who is not even old enough to have hairpins.

So what if it comes from the imperial dining room in the palace? There are only a few types of food available at court.

After casually asking Wen Mingtang what she wanted to do, Ji Caimai nodded and walked away without asking any more questions.

The position of chef cook is a dispensable position in the public kitchen of Dali Temple. As long as the new cook doesn't do anything, and stays for half a year, no one will come to find fault with her.

In this way...it can be regarded as an explanation with Master Jiang.

The first day Wen Mingtang came to Dali Temple's public kitchen ended quietly.

At night, lying in the dormitory assigned to her by the Dali Temple Yamen, Wen Mingtang quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Although the public chef of Dali Temple is avoided by all the cooks in the capital, there are advantages to having a small number of people. Each person is assigned a room, which avoids disputes caused by different living habits when sharing a room with others.

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The next day, the sky was still dark, and the entire Yamen of Dali Temple was silent. Only three figures in the Yamen's public kitchen were already busy.

After spending the night, after cleaning and wiping the kitchen stove and scalding the dishes and chopsticks with boiling hot water, Wen Mingtang started to work.

Seeing such a meticulous look, the little girl and Ah Bing nodded repeatedly: No matter how good Master Wen's craftsmanship is, the food he makes must be clean, and at least he won't have diarrhea after eating it.

The first step in making noodles is kneading and kneading the dough.

"Ah Bing, glutinous rice balls, why don't you two try it?" Wen Mingtang stopped at the step of waking up and said to the two of them with a smile.

Ah Bing's surname is Jiang and his first name is Xiao Bing. Just by hearing this surname, you can tell that Ah Bing and Jiang Laosou are indeed somewhat related. If you really count, Jiang Laosou can be said to be A Bing's distant second cousin.

As for the little girl, her surname is Yuan, and her last name is only the character "xiao". Her father, Yuan Datou, is a coachman at the Yamen of Dali Temple. He can occasionally say a few words in front of the adults. Because the two characters Yuan and Xiao have the same name as "Yuanxiao", this

The people in the yamen called the little girl Tangyuan again.

Although Old Man Jiang had tricked her a lot, he was really unambiguous in choosing her helper.

Both of them are diligent and smart.

The step of mixing and kneading the dough is not difficult for Ah Bing and Tangyuan, who work in the public kitchen yamen. The flour is mixed with water to form a floc, then kneaded into a ball and set aside to wake up.

After the noodles are almost awake, it’s time to start making the noodles.

Watching Wen Mingtang flatten the dough, then pull it apart, and then tear it from the middle before putting it in the pot.

Both of them were stunned and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Master Wen, what kind of noodles are you making?" How come it's different from what Master Wang and Master Sun are making?

Master Wang and Master Sun mostly roll out the dough and then cut it with a knife. How can it be as troublesome as Master Wen?

"This is pulled noodles." Wen Mingtang said, looking at the pulled noodles floating in the pot, and when he saw that they were almost done, he fished them out with a fishnet.

Ah Bing and Tangyuan were stunned when they saw this, and quickly turned their backs.

Although they are not very old, they have been working in the public kitchen yamen for two years and they know the rules.

These chefs pay great attention to the "secret recipe" when cooking, and are not allowed to peek. Earlier, some ignorant handymen asked Master Wang and Master Sun "Do you want to add oil" because they asked too much when they were cooking?

" This made the two masters very angry, and then they kicked the handyman out of the public kitchen and Yamen.

"What are you turning around for?" When Wen Mingtang saw the actions of the two of them, she couldn't help but laugh, and called them to turn around. She said, "You guys must learn to cook after me.

Otherwise, how can you help me?"

As they talked, the two people were immediately excited: Master Wen, does this mean that he is willing to teach them? This is a craft. If you really learn it, you will not starve to death wherever you go. It is much better than a handyman who only does odd jobs.

While talking, Wen Mingtang had already added salt, sauce, vinegar, peanuts, minced garlic, minced green onion, chili powder and other spices one by one, and finally poured a spoonful of hot oil on it.

The hot oil mixes with the noodles, and various spices collide, and a large amount of oil bubbles suddenly emerge. With the sound of "sizzling", the aroma of oil, spicy, noodles and various spices are suddenly stimulated.

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Ah Bing and Tang Yuan, who were on the side, immediately swallowed their saliva and looked at the bowl of noodles in front of them. They couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is too delicious!"
Chapter completed!