Chapter 22 Soy milk and fried dough sticks (4)

Lin Fei turned a blind eye to the young man's clamor and just glanced at him lightly and said: "Prince Pingxi originally specifically mentioned the relationship to my grandfather. He said that the young prince was picky and afraid that the young prince would go on a hunger strike and would not be able to hold on.

.Looking at the young prince's shiny face now, I will tell my grandfather when I go back and tell him that the food in Dali Temple is very suitable for the young prince, so that Prince Pingxi can feel at ease."

Hearing this sentence made the young man angry, and he couldn't help but said angrily: "It's just too much for your appetite! Are the lunch and evening meals in Dali Temple meant for human consumption? It's just like the morning meal, sir.

If you eat a little breakfast every day, why is your face so shiny?"

Shuangxi on the side looked at the young man and quickly wiped his mouth at him.

The young man reacted belatedly and wiped his mouth. Only when he saw the oil stains on his sleeves did he remember: Although the fried dough sticks from Chaoshi were delicious, they were just a mess. Isn't his face full of oil right now?

When he thought of this, the young man who just said, "It's just a taste of the food" immediately said angrily: "Did you collude with the cook? After she delivered some soy milk and fried dough sticks, you called her over?"

Lin Fei glanced at him and ignored him.

This reaction seemed to be acquiescence in the eyes of the young man. In his anger, he couldn't help but said angrily: "I knew it was like this! I saw it when you were escorted in earlier! You from Dali Temple

From top to bottom, as long as there is a female, there is no one who is not an elderly woman! Especially the cook who delivers the morning meal, her voice sounds like a delicate and beautiful girl, she must be yours..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Fei's voice.

"The little prince, who makes random assumptions about others and ruins their reputations, is he the tutor of Prince Pingxi's mansion?"

The coldness in the voice made the young man shiver suddenly, but when he came back to his senses, he immediately suppressed his trembling calves, rubbed his neck and said: "If you want to ruin someone's reputation, that's between me and the cook.

Are you doing this?"

"A woman's reputation is important, but a man's reputation is not important?" Lin Fei glanced at him lightly and said, "I came here today just to tell you that whether you are on a hunger strike or not, the case is pending.

Don’t even think about going out!”

After that, he turned around and walked out of the prison door.

The officer on the side quickly locked the prison amidst the young man's curses, and then looked at Lin Fei cautiously.

Lin Shaoqing suddenly came to visit early this morning, which shocked them greatly.

But now that the matter is over, Lin Shaoqing should leave! They can go back to eat the unfinished fried dough sticks.

After all, Lin Shaoqing is famous for being the kind of person who talks little and does little, and leaves as soon as he's finished without looking back.

After waiting for a moment, the two officers looked puzzledly at the Feiyi official robes who were still standing in front of them. When they raised their heads, they saw that Lin Shaoqing, who talked little and did little, was standing there looking at the two of them.

This sight shocked the two of them: who could stand the gaze of "god face and Shura heart"?

Looking at the two people who were trembling with fright, Lin Fei's eyes fell on their faces, paused, and said: "How come your faces are the same as the one above?"

The cursing in the prison across the door was interrupted for a moment, and then, an even more furious voice sounded.

"What is the one inside? I don't have a name, young master? Lin Fei, please tell me clearly!"

Lin Fei ignored the anger inside and just looked at the two guards in front of him, obviously waiting for their answer.

The two guards looked at each other and said hurriedly, "Sir, it's probably because we all ate the soy milk and fried dough sticks that we had in the morning."

He knew about soy milk. Lin Fei asked the two guards: "What are youtiao?"

The two guards made a gesture: "Such a long stick, crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, but not unusually soft, with a bit of moisture, bite it, that feeling..."

After describing it, Lin Fei nodded to them, indicating that he understood, and then strode out of the cell.

…

After returning from delivering the morning meal, Wen Mingtang, Ah Bing and Tang Yuan returned to the dining hall. The lobby was still empty and no one cared about them.

Sitting behind the counter, Tangyuan took out some homemade pumpkin seeds and chatted with everyone while eating them.

After finishing pounding a handful of melon seeds, Ah Bing looked at the sky and said to Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, it's almost Chen time. Why don't you let me and the glutinous rice balls take these soy milk fried dough sticks back..."

Before the last word "go" could be said, a Dali Temple official carrying a food box appeared in the dining hall.

He seemed to have been running all the way here, and because he was running too fast, he tripped over a dog when he entered the door.

"Today's breakfast is called soy milk and fried dough sticks. Let's have two servings!" the official said, wiping his sweat and walking over quickly.

When he saw what was on the table, the official was also stunned. He stared at the fried dough sticks for a while and then said: "I have never seen this before. I thought it was a gimmick!"

Wen Mingtang stood up from behind the counter and asked the official: "Do you want the soy milk to be salty or sweet?"

Although the sugar jar was only full to the bottom and could not be sent to the prison cell, there were only four or five portions of soy milk left at this time, so it could be made both sweet and salty.

As soon as these words came out, the official was stunned: "Is the soy milk still salty?"

Wen Mingtang nodded, pointed to the snacks placed on the counter, and said: "Add torn fried dough sticks, dried seaweed, dried shrimps and chopped vegetables, and finally add sauce, vinegar and chili oil."

This short sentence seemed to put the salty soy milk in front of him. The waiter was stunned for a moment, swallowed instinctively, and asked: "Is it delicious?"

In reply, Ah Bing and Tang Yuan nodded in unison!

Of course it’s delicious, it’s delicious!

in this way……

The official thought for a moment and said, "Then let's have two portions of salty ones, two portions of sweet ones, and each with fried dough sticks."

Ah Bing, who was nodding cheerfully to the glutinous rice balls, suddenly paused.

When they came back to their senses, the two of them looked at each other, looked at the four bowls of soy milk and a few fried dough sticks on the counter, and couldn't help but sigh: The idea of ​​​​packing it home today has been ruined again!

Wen Mingtang smiled at Ah Bing and Tangyuan, and said: "It doesn't matter, there will always be a chance next time. Let's clean up now to make room for the table!"

After finishing clearing the table, I came out of the canteen with Ah Bing and Tangyuan, and met Master Sun who came over to make lunch.

Looking at Wen Mingtang and others, Master Sun stood in front of them with a half-smile, and said: "There are more people coming to the dining hall for lunch than for breakfast. I'm going to make some sweet dishes for lunch today.

I took some candies in advance and forgot to mention it, so I didn’t cause any trouble to Master Wen!"

Wen Mingtang looked at Master Sun in front of him, smiled lightly, and said, "No, it's okay!"

No, okay? After Wen Mingtang and his party left, Master Sun looked at the leaving figures and sneered: "You're quite tough! Can you eat soy milk without sugar?"

At this time, Wang Junshan must have gone to the cell to investigate the situation! He wanted to see how the "nothing, not bad" approach to the morning meal today was.
Chapter completed!