Chapter 21 Soy Milk Fritters (3)

I have eaten glutinous rice dumplings after deep-frying and draining them, so I know the original taste of fried dough sticks. Looking at the bowl of salty soy milk full of "little ingredients" in front of me, I paused for a moment with my spoon of glutinous rice balls, and finally took the first spoonful.

Scooping the fried dough sticks soaked in soy milk.

It no longer has the crispy outside and soft inside texture when eaten dry, but the inside is fluffy and absorbs a lot of soy milk. When you bite into it, the salty soy milk juice pours out, and the taste is much more wonderful than before.

One sip immediately arouses people's interest. The salty soy milk is not as weird and curious as imagined. The salty and fresh taste is mixed with the mellow bean aroma layer by layer, mixed with various small ingredients in the slurry, which is very exciting.

The more you eat, the more addictive you become.

When I came back to my senses, the bottom of the bowl of soy milk was already gone.

Looking down at the soy milk he had scooped out, Tangyuan subconsciously glanced at Ah Bing, who saw that there was no more soy milk left in his bowl.

After smacking his lips and tasting the food, Ah Bing said with emotion: "I also like sweet ones, as well as salty ones. I didn't know how to choose for a while!"

Both the sweet and salty ones are delicious, and it seems really hard for him to tell them apart.

The prisoners in the prison did not need to worry about Ah Bing's worries. The bottomed sugar jar could only support two or three bowls of sweet soy milk, so he would not send it away.

What Wen Mingtang sent to the prison was the salty soy milk she made.

When we pushed the food trolley to the prison, the guards immediately came out and asked with a smile: "Master Wen, what are you going to eat for breakfast today?"

Wen Mingtang said: "Soy milk and fried dough sticks!"

The combination of a bowl of salty soy milk and a fried dough stick made several guards look at it. They lost their politeness yesterday and immediately said: "Here's a portion for each of us!"

Wen Mingtang, who had been well prepared, took his place as a police officer today. After giving the salty soy milk and fried dough sticks to them, he went to the prison with Ah Bing and Tangyuan to deliver food.

He was sent to each room one by one, and occasionally he received a word of thanks and praise from a polite prisoner: "New master, your breakfast is very delicious!"

Yesterday's fried noodles were the most delicious food they had eaten since being imprisoned in this prison.

Originally, after eating fried noodles for breakfast yesterday, I was looking forward to lunch and dinner, but those two meals turned out to be the same as before, like pig chaff.

For the young master in the last cell, this feeling was even worse.

The bowl and a half of fried noodles yesterday morning whetted his appetite, and made him look forward to the "rare" lunch and evening meals. As a result... eh, it really felt like he had just entered the human world.

It is no different than turning around and entering the Abi Hell again.

"When I go out, young master, the first thing I will do is to get rid of the two cooks who prepare lunch and evening meals in the public kitchen of Dali Temple!" the young man said bitterly, "and tie a knot on the dog's tail.

The spoon tells it to wag its tail and cook, but even without preparation, the food is better than what these two cooks cook!"

Yesterday, I finally had one full meal and two more hungry meals. By the time it was time to eat today, the boy was already so hungry that his chest was touching his back.

After being imprisoned for two days, it was natural that he no longer cared about the status etiquette of the past. As soon as the young man smelled the aroma of the morning food coming from him, he squatted by the food mouth and waited for the food to be delivered.

"Young... Young Master!" Not far away, the boy looked at his young master squatting at the mouth with a bitter face, and touched his stomach, feeling a little aggrieved.

The young master said that he had asked him to eat half a bowl of noodles yesterday, so he didn't want to think about it today. The two morning meals brought in belong to the young master alone! As for him, he can eat lunch and evening meals as he pleases.

Lunch and evening meals... Shuangxi's face turned green when he thought of the uncooked rice, the fishy braised fish pieces, the fish scales that had not been shaved off, and the soft, bitter, salty vegetables.

The young master is right, the dog wagging its tail may be able to cook more delicious food than these two!

I waited at the mouth of the food and finally waited for the food to be brought in. When I saw that the oily noodles I had been expecting turned into a bowl full of toppings, soup of unknown contents and a long stick-like deep-fried noodles, The young man's brows furrowed as he looked at it: "This thing is very greasy, what is it for?"

What came from outside was the same voice of the cook from yesterday.

"Today's breakfast is salty soy milk and fried dough sticks. Please don't waste it!" After that, he turned and left.

What kind of fried dough sticks are you talking about? The name sounds very greasy. The young man frowned and threw the two fried dough sticks to Shuangxi, the boy beside him, and said, "Here! Enjoy them for you!"

The boy was so happy that he almost cried without tears: "I don't really like this fried twist either..."

"You can eat whatever you want!" The young man turned around and glared at him fiercely, "Don't waste it!"

Double happiness for the young man: "..."

Okay! Looking at the young master on the other side who grabbed a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of salty soy milk, his eyes lit up. Shuangxi swallowed, helplessly grabbed a fried dough stick, closed his eyes and bit into it with a heartbeat, and then …

Shuangxi's eyes suddenly lit up. These fried dough sticks...are not greasy compared to ordinary fried dough sticks. Not only that, but they have a special flavor!

In short, with just one bite, he fell in love with the fried dough sticks. When he was about to take a second bite, the young man snatched the fried dough sticks from his hand.

"Look at you, these fried dough sticks should be good too! Let me try it, eh!"

After the young man took this sip, he never tasted another sip of Double Happiness.

The fried dough sticks eaten dry and soaked in salty soy milk have two completely different tastes, but they are equally addictive.

After finishing two portions of breakfast by himself, the young man lay comfortably on his back on the prison bed, rubbing his belly and exclaiming: "The soy milk is cooked well, without any fishy smell! It seems that he has some skills, and is better than my cook! I originally thought that the soy milk is just for cooking. I can eat sweet ones, but I didn’t expect the salty ones to be so delicious! Also, those dried seafood can be learned by the cook at home, and then put into soy milk. The most amazing thing is these fried dough sticks! I will continue to I’m still determined not to eat anything like fried dough sticks, except fried dough sticks! Hey, Shuangxi, this new cook has some skills, why don’t we take her to my house after we go out..."

Before I could finish expressing my feelings after the meal, I heard a clear voice outside.

"Why don't the young prince think about how to plead guilty first, and then worry about getting rid of the cook!"

"Lin Fei!" As soon as the young man heard this voice, he immediately sat up from the prison bed, glared angrily at the official in Feiyi who walked in from the prison door, and cursed, "Accept the crime of your mother's size. Have you ever tried a case like this?"

They asked him to plead guilty when he came up. Is this how the dignified young minister of Dali Temple used to judge cases?

"Master, why do I need to use my own hands to kill people? Just let Shuangxi do it!" The young man glared at Lin Fei and said, "Really, Shuangxi?"

The trembling Shuangxi looked at Lin Fei who was looking at him from the other side. He shivered in fear and did not dare to speak with a grimace: How should he respond to the young master's words? Could he commit suicide in front of the young minister of Dali Temple?

He will die!

Something happened. I will adjust it back to regular updates every day in the next two days.
Chapter completed!