Chapter 240 Boiled Pork Slices (1)

Liu Yuan, who was flipping through files in the lobby, was also scooping up rock sugar snow pears made from the "pear cup".

Yesterday, he stayed until midnight before returning home. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep when he got home. When it got dark, he was woken up by the cold!

After all this tossing, my throat naturally started to get dry, and I looked like I had the symptoms of cold and fever! I hurriedly cooked a bowl of soup to remedy the problem, but the dryness of my throat was very uncomfortable. Now this serving of rock sugar snow pear is really good.

It's about time!

Rock sugar snow pear is a very common thing. As long as you have enough patience, the taste will not be bad! Master Wen's bowl of rock sugar snow pear has obviously given enough patience. The gelatin of the white fungus has long been integrated into the soup, and it has a sweet taste in the mouth.

The slight stickiness slid down the throat after swallowing it, immediately moistening the originally dry and burning throat.

Liu Yuan put spoonful after spoonful into his mouth. Master Wen's rock sugar snow pear stew is sweet but not greasy. The sweetness is just right! After all, if this rock sugar snow pear soup, also known as Xiaodiaoli Soup, is enough,

If you still can't stew it well with patience, the only problem is that you add too much sugar. If you eat too much, it will be easy to get boiled.

It’s true that the longer you eat Master Wen’s food, the more you understand what Master Wen says every day.

"The best thing to say about dessert soup is that it's not sweet!" There is indeed some truth to this.

After finishing the rock sugar snow pear in his stomach, Liu Yuan ate the "pear cup". Liu Yuan felt that his "frugality" was really in line with the saint's "frugality" call, and he even ate the "vessels"

, can't you be frugal?

…

In the courtyard of the public kitchen, Wen Mingtang and the other three also ate the "pear cup", took a short rest, and then began to prepare the evening meal!

While he was busy washing rice and washing vegetables, several young ladies appeared outside the public kitchen and looked into the public kitchen.

Although he was busy with the work at hand and didn't bother to raise his head, several large living people appeared at the door, and they could be seen with the corner of his eye!

After the rice was put into the pot, Wen Mingtang raised his head and looked at the young ladies who were looking around.

Seeing Wen Mingtang raise his head, the young lady, who was still a little nervous at first, felt relieved and walked into the public kitchen in an elegant manner.

"Are you Master Wen from the public kitchen?" The young lady in charge wore a double-ring bun and smiled with two small dimples on her cheeks. She looked very pretty and cute!

This look... When Zhentong was sent to Dali Temple in the middle of the night, he was dirty and unkempt, looking like two people!

After matching the young lady speaking in front of him with one of the young ladies in the portraits in Liu Yuan's and others' hands, Wen Mingtang nodded to her and said hello to her: "Miss Chang!"

Mrs. Chang was even more happy when she heard Wen Mingtang call out her name. She gestured with her hands and feet and said: "The adults said they wanted to lure the snake out of its hole and make the murderer behind the scenes think that we are dead, so we have to stay in Dali Temple. We have to stay in Dali Temple."

Stay at Dali Temple for a while!”

"The breakfast that was delivered to me this morning was called oil noodles, right? It looked so simple, so I thought it wouldn't be delicious, but I thought it would taste better than the dried buns I ate when I was locked up.

, I took a bite,” Mrs. Chang said excitedly, “That bite really shocked me, it was so delicious! I don’t know why my mother-in-law couldn’t make the same oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, but you

It can be mixed!”

Wen Mingtang smiled and was about to speak, but Mrs. Chang continued talking without waiting for her to speak.

"There is also the pickled fish for lunch. It's so sour, spicy, so appetizing, so delicious!" Mrs. Chang said excitedly, "I didn't eat fish at home in the past, so I don't want to eat fish here.

I’m a picky eater, so I picked it up and took a bite, and I was really shocked!”

"The officers were right. They said that the public kitchen has a chef named Wen who cooks delicious food. I didn't believe it at first. I thought the officers were afraid that I would run around because I was ignorant, so that's why I said that!"

A young lady answered and said, "I didn't expect it to be true! Master Wen, you and I are about the same age, how come this dish is so delicious? It's even better than my lady who has been cooking for decades.

Eat some?"

Wen Mingtang smiled, looked at the young ladies in front of him, and said: "No one else, I have liked this since I was a child, I just need to be proficient!"

These little ladies in front of me were all pulled back from the pit of being buried alive last night. It can be said that they walked in front of the King of Hell! After all, wandering between life and death, there is no guarantee that they will not be frightened. I originally thought it would take some time to recover.

Come here, now, seeing how happy these people are, they are recovering much faster than everyone thought!

Wen Mingtang greeted a few people and continued cutting and preparing vegetables with Ah Bing and Tangyuan.

"What kind of dish is this?"

"lettuce."

"Is this called Qianzhang? I've eaten it before!"

"Well, it's Qianzhang."

"What about that one?"

"Green bean sprouts."

…

Just like this, you talked to me and chatted trivially. When Wen Mingtang and others had prepared the dishes, poured oil into the pot, and poured in various auxiliary ingredients such as onions, ginger, garlic, and the prepared sauce, "

With a sound of "sizzling", the oil smoke rose up with a slightly spicy taste.

Several young ladies were startled and stepped back with exclaims.

There was a lot of noise in Dali Temple. At this moment, a voice was heard outside the door.

"Finding a murderer is a big deal!"

The clear voice was a bit incompatible with the fumes filling the room. Even Wen Mingtang, who was focusing on the pot, subconsciously raised his head and looked outside the kitchen door.

But he saw Lin Fei standing there in a crimson official robe. He obviously looked like a down-to-earth pyrotechnic, but amid the dense smoke, his appearance was somewhat poetic and picturesque.

But this poetic and picturesque scene only lasted for a moment. As soon as he spoke, his expression suddenly turned down, leaving only a majestic look: "Ladies, please go stay in the courtyard! If a gangster sneaks into Dali Temple and commits another crime, I will

I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to save these little ladies again!”

The young ladies who originally saw Lin Fei with a look of amazement in their eyes were immediately startled. After hearing what Lin Fei said about "criminals sneaking into Dali Temple" and "attacking again", they were imprisoned for those days.

The panic in the dark room and the despair of almost being killed last night suddenly surged up and completely overwhelmed me.

The young ladies who were smiling like flowers one moment were as wilted as eggplants beaten by frost the next moment. They didn't even bother to say a word to Wen Mingtang and ran away in a hurry.

After Mrs. Chang and the others left, Lin Fei's voice rang again.

"Master Wen!"

Through the hazy smoke of fireworks, he looked here. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that his facial features were softer than before: "Next time something like this happens, just ask A Bing to call me.

!”

"Don't let them disturb you!"

Of course, people who work for wages are not just dawdling around. The entire Dali Temple, from the officials and servants to the handymen and porters, have to prepare meals before the evening meal.

Although these tasks are skilled, they are also tiring.

The young ladies are not bad people. They must be very loved by their families on weekdays and rarely even enter the kitchen. Seeing this, they were naturally surprised and ran over to join in the fun.

But by joining in the fun like this, you are actually disturbing others!

I thought of the scene I saw when I passed by: the young ladies who had just been rescued gathered around the table and asked questions.

They are obviously young ladies of the same age. One of them has no fingers touching Yang Chun Shui and is afraid of oil fumes. But the other holds a spatula in her hand and skillfully cuts vegetables and cooks around the stove.

Although Master Wen said that she did like cooking, she thought of the pretty clothes worn by those young ladies, and the very low-key and inconspicuous clothes worn by girls on weekdays.

For some reason, Lin Fei suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!