Chapter 365 New Year’s Eve Treats (1)

Author: A long walk back

Chapter 365 New Year’s Eve Treats (1)

Hearing this, Concubine Jing snorted lightly, glanced at the memorials scattered on the ground, and said disapprovingly: "My son has been filial since he was a child, so it's not like the Ai family raised him in vain." After saying this, she pulled her legs back and faced Zheng Zheng.

Xinyue, who was beating her leg, said, "Go! Bring those memorials. The Aijia want to see which dogs are barking and write them down. I will check them out with them in the future!"

Knocking on the legs is just incidental. There are many people who are better than Xinyue on the legs. Concubine Jing doesn't care about these few kicks. Xinyue responded, put her hands away and stood up, picking up the scattered things on the ground.

After finishing the memorial, he turned around and handed it to Concubine Jing.

After taking the memorial and opening one of them, Concubine Jing stopped what she was doing and turned to ask the palace maid who was sitting down: "You can go back and ask him when he will be free and find a way to enter the palace."

, the Ai family has something to ask him."

Hearing this, Xinyue responded with a "yes" and then beat Concubine Jing's leg again.

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The news I learned from the students in the Imperial College was definitely not good, but fortunately Master Zhao appeared in time, analyzed it, and then said categorically: "This matter has been reported to the official, and the concubine will stop it no matter how anxious she is.

Just relax! After the New Year, if the Internal Affairs Office actually does this, you can just ask me again."

Zhao Mengzhuo's words, and after everyone thought about it carefully, they felt that it was indeed reasonable, and their hearts dropped again.

After appeasing everyone, Zhao Mengzhuo asked again about everyone's New Year's Eve concerns: "You were very active in making mooncake gift boxes during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Why haven't you made any plans for the New Year's Eve?"

Although he was asking Wen Mingtang and others, after Zhao Mengzhuo said this, he turned to look at Ji Caimai, who had just walked in from outside.

The matter of the Internal Affairs Yamen is definitely not a good thing. Moreover, the newly appointed manager is so skilled, it is hard to say whether he can be officially appointed. Ji Caimai did not tell Wen Mingtang and others, which would cause more worries for everyone.

Furthermore, Zhuangzi naturally received the news and did not dare to put more food on top of it. Apart from the ingredients for the three daily meals, he did not dare to leak even a drop of other food in the past few days.

Most of the dry ingredients used for New Year's Eve snacks, such as flour, are also available in the public kitchen warehouse, and it is not impossible to directly use the inventory in the cellar room.

However, Wen Mingtang's original plan for the New Year's Eve snack box included not only the usual Baiyan snacks, but also dried meat, dried meat and other rare 'snack snacks' in Dai Rong.

Ji Caimai originally regarded this New Year's Eve gift box with both salty and sweet ingredients as the highlight of this year's New Year, so he found someone early to order a wooden box to hold the snacks.

As a result, the first batch of boxes arrived, and the sound of changes was heard at the Internal Affairs Office. Ji Caimai had no choice but to temporarily stop ordering the boxes from the craftsmen.

Now that the Chinese New Year is coming in a few days, the newly appointed Eunuch Chai of the Internal Affairs Office has specially "ordered" the public chef of Dali Temple, as if he wants to use them to scare the monkeys and establish their authority. Ji Caimai is a cautious person and will not do it.

At this time, I bumped into it stupidly and stopped thinking about preparing for the New Year's Eve.

After hearing what Zhao Mengzhuo said, Ji Caimai thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

It just so happened that the boxes only arrived in a small batch, and after going around to various old acquaintances, they were almost sold out, and there would be no leftovers.

In this way, since they have gathered regular customers, if Concubine Jing really restrains herself, this takeout stall can continue to operate; on the other hand, Concubine Jing insists on going her own way, and the people who buy the snack boxes are all acquaintances, so this movement should not happen.

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However, although Ji Caimai nodded in agreement, the original contents of the snack box this year have to be changed: the ingredients for the white cakes are rice flour, various sugars and jams, nectar, rice flour, etc.

There are all kinds of jams, nectar and other things that take time and depend on the season in the warehouse, and Wen Mingtang has already prepared them.

So...but the dried meat, floss, etc. that were originally to be prepared inside could not be made due to insufficient supply of ingredients.

"Zhuangzi doesn't dare to let go," Ji Caimai said, and said to Zhao Mengzhuo, "I dare to give it a try here, but those smart people in Zhuangzi would rather things break than go against the Internal Affairs Yamen."

Hearing this, Zhao Mengzhuo nodded "Yeah" and said to Wen Mingtang who was leaning in front of the stage listening to their discussion: "In this case... you can change the New Year's Eve snack box according to the inventory!"

Wen Mingtang nodded in agreement, asked Ji Caimai to get the key, and took Ah Bing and Tang Yuan to the warehouse to get the ingredients.

After the three people left, Zhao Mengzhuo turned to Ji Buying and asked, "Let me take a look at the buying list."

Ji Caimai glanced at Zhao Mengzhuo inexplicably. Although he didn't react for a while, he still went back and gave Zhao Mengzhuo the New Year's Eve snack list he had originally prepared.

The ingredients and flavors used in each dim sum are described in detail on the list, and any taboos are also mentioned. The writing is very detailed and clear at a glance.

The handwriting was very beautiful. Zhao Mengzhuo recognized that it was Wen Mingtang's handwriting. Looking at the clearly written list, he couldn't help but think that since she came to the public kitchen, she not only cooked the dishes well, but also kept the public kitchen in order.

Sentiment: A small glimpse into the big picture reveals the truth in every detail. If Wen Xuance had not died, then this girl...

As soon as this thought came together, Zhao Mengzhuo shook his head: Wen Xuance is already dead, why do you think so much?

After calming down, he lowered his head and looked at the dim sum list in his hand. After looking at it, he returned the list to Ji Cai to buy and left.

I originally thought that the Minister of Dali Temple, who seldom came to the public kitchen except for occasional meals on weekdays, came back two days later to pick up the New Year's Eve snack box.

Unexpectedly, the next day, when Wen Mingtang was taking Ah Bing and glutinous rice balls to make snacks, Zhao Mengzhuo came over happily carrying large and small bags of ingredients.

"I bought some pork meat, and someone from the clan happened to have sent some beef over. I asked Master Wen for a favor," Zhao Mengzhuo said with a smile as he talked about the snacks on the list that could not be made due to the shortage of ingredients. "Make some dried meat, some meat."

What are you doing to satisfy your cravings during the Chinese New Year!"

Ji Caimai, who was writing the order for the New Year's Eve snack box next to him, heard this and remembered that Zhao Mengzhuo specifically asked him to show him the order yesterday, and he suddenly understood.

Wen Mingtang, who was making pastries without letting his hands get wet with flour, went to pick them up. Ji Caimai stood up and took the ingredients from Zhao Mengzhuo, and asked Zhao Mengzhuo about his taste.

Since this person was not a regular customer of the public chef, they were unable to grasp Zhao Mengzhuo's taste preference.

After Zhao Mengzhuo returned to Ji Caimai, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he walked to the counter with interest and watched Wen Mingtang cut the petals of the crabapple cakes for a moment, and then turned his attention to the pile of fish on the oil paper aside.

Do it on the head.

He knew that fish would become smaller when dried into dried fish, but the pile of dried fish in front of him was too small! Young Zhao Mengzhuo felt that he could eat many of them in one bite.

I have never seen any restaurant use such small dried fish to prepare dishes before. Will this... be delicious?
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