Dali Temple Small Dining Room - Chapter 439
On the sixteenth day of the first month, after the end of Dayong’s annual holiday, the government offices of various ministries opened.
With a “click”, the big lock in front of the public kitchen, which had been locked for more than half a month, fell to the ground.
Firecracker shavings fell all over the ground in front of the public kitchen, especially the pungent smell of fireworks and firecrackers in the air, coupled with the Spring Festival couplets on the public kitchen door… Sixth, the atmosphere of the start of work was as lively as in previous years, but there were not many smiles on the faces of the people waiting to enter the public kitchen. Although everyone held the red envelopes that Ji Caimai sent out, they all seemed to be hiding something in their hearts, with faint smiles.
Ji Caimai, who unlocked the lock, also had a very faint smile on his face. After the door lock fell, he put away the faint smile on his face, turned around, and said to a few handymen beside him, “Remember to clean the front door too.”
After the servant nodded, he led Wen Mingtang and others into the public kitchen.
The door of the public kitchen was also locked, Ji Caimai stepped forward to unlock it, and then pushed open the door of the public kitchen.
In the public kitchen where no one has been in for more than half a month, there is a faint smell of dust, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on both the food table and the countertop.
“Master Wen, A Bing, and the glutinous rice balls, let’s go to the kitchen to clean up!” Ji Caimai only glanced at it, then made a plan, and led the handyman behind him, carrying a wooden bucket wiper, to the food table and futon. .
On the first day of the sixteenth day of the first month, the public kitchen is always sloppy with the meals. After all, cleaning the public kitchen is a big deal.
Although everyone got up an hour earlier than the usual time for the morning meal, the handymen of Dali Temple also came today, not only to collect the red envelopes from Ji Caibu, but also to clean the public kitchen faster, but it is so, It took nearly an hour and a half to clean the public kitchen thoroughly.
That’s it…the time left for Wen Mingtang and others to cook the meal is not enough.
Steamed buns and steamed stuffed buns that need to be waked up are naturally too late to make, and porridge also needs patience. When Ah Bing and Tangyuan were worrying about what to make for morning food, they saw Wen Mingtang pour out the flour, and then said to the two of them: “You The two of you will prepare the ingredients for the oil-splashed noodles.”
Preparing auxiliary materials is simple. Although the quality and quantity of the ingredients delivered by the internal affairs office this morning have “shrunk” a lot, there are many necessary and inexpensive things such as onions, ginger, and garlic.
Garlic minced garlic, coriander and shallots are chopped, the remaining chili powder, cooked sesame seeds, salt, sugar, sauce, vinegar are all ready-made, so it is quite simple to prepare, but it is from Master Wen…
Looking at Wen Mingtang who was kneading the noodles, A Bing and Tangyuan looked at each other, and couldn’t help asking Wen Mingtang: “Is Master Wen going to make oil-splashed noodles? Will it be too late?”
After all, the dough still needs to be proofed for a long time. Looking at the sky outside, it may be too late.
Wen Mingtang said: “It’s oil-splashed noodles, but it’s not pulled noodles. It’s made of scissors noodles, and you can just cut it now. After the two of you have prepared the ingredients, fry an egg.”
The two of them said “oh”, suddenly, their eyes fell on the pair of scissors beside Wen Mingtang, and they were taken aback for a while, only to see that the oil bowl and dipping brush beside them were already ready.
Just… use these scissors to make noodles?
Wen Mingtang ignored the gazes of the two, just lowered his head and poured water to knead the dough. The dough used for scissor noodles only needs to be proofed for a while before it can be used. Although neither the ingredients nor the time is sufficient, the day’s plan lies in the morning, so it is necessary to prepare the best morning food within the scope of one’s ability.
A Bing and Tangyuan who were dazed aside had already started to cut coriander and shallots with their heads down. After Wen Mingtang covered the dough with a wet cloth, he was suddenly in a trance when he heard the sound of chopping vegetables from the cutting board.
She remembered that when she first came to the public kitchen of Dali Temple, she made a bowl of oily noodles when there were not enough ingredients.
Unexpectedly, this year and the first day of last year, I came to the public kitchen to make morning food, and they always made such a bowl of noodles.
Although it is simple, it is full and delicious. With eggs and a handful of vegetables, ordinary people are satisfied with this morning meal.
It is a nobleman, the same bowl of noodles, eggs and vegetables are not enough.
…
“There are fewer dishes.”
Among the Korean food in the south of the Yangtze River, Yangchun noodles can be regarded as a very common morning food. With the addition of one or two small dishes for ordinary people, this morning food is already considered rich.
However, this is not enough for Ye Zhouxu.
“I didn’t buy any live shrimp today, and there were only some dead shrimp left in the market, so the chef didn’t make shrimp toppings.” The steward replied respectfully.
Master hates dead things the most, he remembers it very clearly.
Ye Zhouxu let out a “hmm”, picked up the chopsticks at hand and started to eat.
Seeing that Ye Zhouxu stopped talking, the steward couldn’t help but sigh again after his master was easy to talk, and then retreated.
After the steward stepped down, Ye Zhouxu, who had eaten two mouthfuls of noodles, looked at Ye Huai, who had only eaten a bowl of porridge because of his hunger strike, and said flatly, “There is no one here, so you can eat two more mouthfuls.”
This faint tone fell into Ye Huai’s ears, and he immediately got angry from his heart. He threw the chopsticks in his hand with a “snap”, raised his head and questioned Ye Zhouxu: “Father, do you know that the people around that crazy woman came to look for her again?” Me?”
Ye Zhouxu gave a “hmm” and looked at Ye Huai: “What’s the hurry?”
Ye Huai said: “But dad…”
Before finishing speaking, Ye Zhouxu interrupted: “Don’t worry! This marriage won’t work, you can bear it for a few days.”
Ye Huai believed most of Ye Zhouxu’s words. Hearing the words, he moved his lips and complained, “How many more days? I’m still in a hurry to find sister Mingtang to explain…”
Before he finished speaking, he heard a “pop”, and a pair of chopsticks were thrown on the food table.
Ye Huai was taken aback, and instinctively raised his eyes to look at Ye Zhouxu again, only to see Ye Zhouxu, who was not angry at the opposite side since the morning, when there was less food in the morning and because of his temper, he was not angry when he questioned Princess Liyang. With a blue face, she looked at him coldly.
Ye Huai, who didn’t know what he said wrong, was a little dazed, and at this moment, he heard Ye Zhouxu say: “The previous marriage between her and you was broken when Wen Xuance died, and it has nothing to do with you.”
Ye Huai moved his lips, and instinctively explained: “But I have known sister Mingtang since childhood…”
“What do you remember about the past years?” Ye Zhouxu glanced at Ye Huai, paused before waiting for him to reply, and then said, “What do you think she remembers?”
Ye Huai said: “Sister Mingtang and I are childhood sweethearts…”
“Having played together and talked with him as a childhood sweetheart?” Ye Zhouxu sneered, looked at Ye Huai, paused, and interrupted his thoughts mercilessly, “My son thinks that the Wen family The wench is pretty!” He was thankful that the Wen family’s wench was pretty when he provoked the Lin family boy yesterday, and in this way, the plan went more smoothly. But I forgot for a while, who doesn’t like beauties? The boy from the Lin family can fall in love with the girl from the Wen family, and so can his own son.
Such things… Ye Zhouxu’s eyes flickered, and some old things came to mind, and he couldn’t help shaking his mind.