Chapter 246 Pot Pork (1)

Wen Mingtang glanced at Liu Yuan's mouth, which was turned red even after eating the "mildly spicy" boiled pork slices, and then glanced at the nearest food table behind him, where he was eating the "normally spicy" boiled pork slices.

Lin Fei, whose expression changed, couldn't help but pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Tomorrow's food is not boiled pork slices, it's not spicy!"

As for what it was, Wen Mingtang shook his head and kept it secret, saying, "Liu Sicheng will know it at lunch tomorrow."

Seeing that the kind-hearted Master Wen was a tight-lipped person, he couldn't ask if he didn't want to ask! Liu Yuan sighed, thinking about Miss Yuan San in the cell and having another headache. He took the rice back to the case and sat down at the same time.

Bai Zhu looked at each other and couldn't help but shake his head.

By the time the two of them finished eating and got up to leave, it was already past the time for the evening meal. Even Ah Bing, Tangyuan and Ji Caimai left first.

The colder the weather gets, the faster it gets dark. The culprit has not been caught, and the city is not at peace, so it is better to go back early.

For Wen Mingtang, who lives in the accommodation in Dali Temple, he really saves the step of going back, so he takes advantage of the fact that there is nothing to do at this time and prepares the dishes to be made tomorrow in advance. When the time comes, he will cut the pork slices.

When I came back after sending it to the ice cellar, Lin Fei was the only one still eating dinner slowly!

Seeing that the soup in Lin Fei's soup bowl had reached the bottom, Wen Mingtang went to the counter and scooped out the remaining soup in the soup pot and sent it over.

"Lin Shaoqing, eat slowly!" After Wen Mingtang sent the soup over, she was about to turn around and leave, but Lin Fei suddenly called her out.

"Master Wen!"

Wen Mingtang turned his head and looked at Lin Fei who suddenly spoke.

Lin Fei, who was about to speak out, fell on her hand and paused.

Wen Mingtang followed his gaze, and when he saw the split wound on his hand, he said: "It's not an injury from cooking. It's cold and dry, and I've applied plaster, so it's okay."

Lin Fei said "hmm", looked away from her hand, paused, and then said: "I want to ask you about Miss Yuan San."

Ask her? Wen Mingtang was a little surprised. Lin Fei glanced at her and said frankly: "You are a woman after all. Women always understand women better in many cases. What they pay attention to may be different from men like me. Can you pay attention to me?"

Maybe it’s somewhere I haven’t noticed yet.”

After hearing this, Wen Mingtang walked to Lin Fei and sat down.

It was rare that he did not abide by the eating etiquette of "eating without speaking". After taking two sips of soup, Lin Fei briefly explained the process of interrogating Miss Yuan San, and then raised his eyes to look at Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, if it were you, would you accept this case?"

How will you check when you come down?"

What if it was her? Wen Mingtang thought for a moment and said, "I will check on Mr. Jiang!"

Lin Fei said "Hmm" and asked Wen Mingtang: "Why are you checking on Mr. Jiang?"

Wen Mingtang said: "That Miss Yuan San is paranoid, selfish, cold, and can't see the kindness of others. It is true that she is not a good person." She thought for a while and said, "But if she is really heartless, how could she plan to make this marriage happen?"

To yourself?"

The purpose of getting married was to bring good things together between the two clans. Even though Miss Yuan San's physical illness was not that serious, she must have used some tricks to get this marriage by pretending to be so serious in order to beg for mercy.

"I feel it is unfair to disturb the Yuan family, but snatching this marriage away from me will not be of any benefit to Miss Yuan San other than Mr. Jiang." Wen Mingtang thought for a while and said, "I think Miss Yuan San should be treated well."

That Young Master Jiang is probably different from others."

Miss Yuan San has been kept in a boudoir all year round and has not seen many foreign men, and most of them are people like Yuan Er. Compared with her, Mr. Jiang is really "outstanding".

"Miss Yuan San is a selfish and indifferent person at heart. If she only has unrequited love and no response, why should Miss Yuan San be so worried about this matter?" Wen Mingtang thought for a while and said thoughtfully, "It's just because she cares.

That’s why there was such a big reaction.”

Lin Fei glanced at the thoughtful girl, lowered his eyes and said: "She was raised in a boudoir. To get to know such murderers, someone must be pulling the strings. The Yuan family himself is a pawn in it, and it must not be from the Yuan family."

people!"

"That Mr. Jiang," Wen Mingtang said, "even if he didn't come forward on his own, he really broke off the engagement and hurt Miss Yuan San's face. He did such a thing, but he can make someone with Miss Yuan San's temperament not at all uncomfortable.

Jealousy, I don’t think it can be explained by just saying “outstanding appearance and charm!”

Because of this case, Wen Mingtang had seen the portrait of Mr. Jiang, and felt that Mr. Jiang was just mediocre. He had also seen him from a distance once on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival, and his appearance was only passable. At least, compared to the one in front of him,

Lin Fei came... Wen Mingtang glanced at Lin Fei, who was drinking soup, and thought to himself: It's far worse than Lin Shaoqing from their Dali Temple!

But maybe it was because the painter's painting skills were not good and he was too far away that day to take a closer look? Wen Mingtang thought: If he could take a closer look, maybe he could see his uniqueness?

This idea was quickly realized.

The next day, after the morning meal, and seeing that the sun was shining brightly, Wen Mingtang, A Bing, and Tang Yuan took advantage of the half-hour break between the morning meal and lunch to go for a walk in the central square.

After walking only a few steps, I saw Zhao You leading a young man in rich robes walking over from a distance.

Because the three of them had met Mr. Jiang once from a distance, they recognized him from a distance. When the two of them passed in front of everyone and left, Tangyuan touched his nose and said, "Maybe it's him."

I'm used to seeing Lin Shaoqing's demeanor, but Mr. Jiang doesn't seem to be as outstanding as he said, but he smiles when he sees others, and he seems to be a quite gentle person!"

Mr. Jiang didn't recognize them either. Didn't he smile when he saw them just now?

After hearing Tangyuan's comment, Ah Bing disagreed, snorted and said: "At first glance, it seemed quite gentle, but after looking at it for a while, the smile didn't even change, as if it was wearing a mask.

On the face, it looks gentle at first, but when you take a closer look, it is penetrating!"

Of course, whether they are gentle or infiltrative, they are not the ones facing Mr. Tong Jiang.

After basking in the sun for a while, it was time to go back and make lunch.

On the public kitchen counter, pork slices have been hung with potato starch batter. Wen Mingtang walked to the cutting board and cut the coriander, carrots, onions, ginger, garlic and other accessories that had been prepared into shreds; on the other side, Ah Bing and glutinous rice balls

Then heat the oil in the pan. When the oil temperature is about the same, Tangyuan lifts up the chopsticks and shakes a drop of the batter on the chopsticks into the oil pan. When you see the batter floating, put the pork slices covered with batter into the pan.

The oil pan.

When the pork slices are put into the oil pan, with a "sting" sound, countless bubbles immediately come out and tightly wrap every piece of pork meat in the oil pan.

Along with the rustling sound of fried twists, the bubbles in the oil pan were boiling, which was very lively.

The sound of the frying pan being fried could be heard even while standing outside the public kitchen door. After taking a strong whiff of the aroma of fried dumplings coming from the public kitchen, Zhao You crossed the threshold of the public kitchen and walked in.

I suddenly got stuck yesterday, sorry~
Chapter completed!