Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Chapter 302 Spicy Chicken ([-])
"He hurt his hand," Lin Fei said, "What happened last night."

A cook hurt his hand... Liu Yuan, who was on the side, couldn't help shaking his head when he heard the words. Thinking of Wen Mingtang's cutting his finger and having no choice but to hand over the public cook directly to A Bing and Tangyuan, he said, "Doesn't that mean it's useless?"

It’s not enough if it’s useless! Lin Fei glanced at Liu Yuan and said, “It’s just that I hurt my arm, and it’s just that I can’t control my strength when cutting vegetables.”

Liu Yuan nodded "Oh", but looked at Wen Mingtang who was not far away, and said, "It's not surprising that Master Wen hurt his fingers while cutting vegetables, but how does the cook hurt his arm when he cooks?"

"It didn't hurt while cooking," Lin Fei said, "I heard that when I woke up in the middle of the night, I didn't see the way clearly, and I fell, not only sprained my foot, but also scratched my arm."

It turned out to be like this!Liu Yuan was stunned, and was about to leave the topic behind, when he heard Lin Fei say to Wen Mingtang: "In a few days, I will hand over the menu drawn up by Master Xing to you, and you can take a look at the dishes on it."

Wen Mingtang thought for a while, nodded and said "OK".

Lin Fei said again: "I will prepare a lot of pork belly, and you can prepare the crispy pork belly and bring it over."

Wen Mingtang: "..." I really don't know whether Lin Fei invited her for the table of dishes, or just for the crispy pork belly pork.

But it doesn't matter, Lin Shaoqing has always been generous when it comes to trivial matters such as "money", and Wen Mingtang will not care about such trivial matters.

Having said that, Lin Fei sent the "deposit" just two days later. Together with the "deposit", there were also several large pieces of beautiful pork belly. Of course, Lin Fei was not alone in these pork belly Yes, and those of Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu.

To do one piece is to do it, and to do several pieces is also to do it. Wen Mingtang smiled and accepted Liu Yuantong Bai Zhu's winks, expressing his understanding.

In addition to the "deposit" and pork belly, there is also a menu sent by Master Xing.

Opening the menu with black letters on a red background, Wen Mingtang couldn't help but sigh when he saw the words on the top: "Good words!"

Isn't it?Looking at the Yan Liuzhifeng handwriting on it, Ji Caimai couldn't help but reach out and take the menu over for a closer look, then nodded and said: "It's as good as Master Wen! It's called I couldn't help but wonder if it's because some chefs with extraordinary cooking skills are born with a pair of skillful hands that can control strength, so they can write well!"

As soon as the words came out, Ah Bing, who was in charge of chopping and chopping vegetables in the public kitchen, immediately looked down at his hands subconsciously: he is also good at knives, so could he also have the opportunity to practice as good a hand as Master Wen?
Wen Mingtang couldn't help laughing, glanced at A Bing who was watching, and said, "This really has nothing to do with cooking. My calligraphy was learned when I was young."

There are only a few memories of childhood that have been tossed and turned. Wen Xuance is serious, and he treats the original owner the same way.The youngest daughter's home played when she was young, but the original owner started enlightenment early on.Wen Xuance treated the original owner with almost no warmth, but the rigor with which he checked his homework was almost engraved in the original owner's mind, so that when he heard Wen Xuance's voice, he instinctively sat up straight and tensed his heartstrings.

Wen Xuance was never a good father to the original owner, Wen Mingtang looked down at his hand: this beautiful handwriting was learned at that time.

Wen Mingtang's experience is also known to everyone, Ji Caimai glanced at the beautifully written menu again, thought for a while, and said, "Master Xing also has a strict father?"

I don't know!Wen Mingtang shook his head and stopped paying attention to the beautiful words in his hand, and turned to look at the contents of the menu.

The local dishes in Chang'an are almost divided in half with the spicy dishes. Although Mrs. Jingyunhou likes spicy dishes, it seems that except for Lin Fei, everyone in Jingyunhou's mansion eats the same spicy food as Liu Yuan and Baizhu are almost the same.As usual, it only takes a few dishes to cater for the taste of Mrs. Jingyunhou, such a half-divided Sichuan and Sichuan cuisine...

Wen Mingtang thought for a while, and asked Liu Yuan who came to help deliver the menu: "Could it be that Mrs. Hou has relatives from far away in Sichuan and Shu who came to Chang'an?"

Liu Yuan, who was secretly eating candied chestnuts, nodded while peeling chestnuts and said, "I know I can't hide it from Master Wen!" He paused, and said with a somewhat proud tone, "We from Dali Temple, whether it is The public chef is still a handyman, and his reasoning ability is good. Master Wen can guess this just from the menu, not bad!"

Wen Mingtang glanced at Liu Yuan who repeatedly praised him, then lowered his head to glance at the menu, and after a pause, he said: "The relatives who came over must have young children, and I saw two desserts designed to amuse children. .”

There are no children in Jingyunhou's mansion, the prince and the future concubine have not been married yet, so naturally they don't have any children yet.

Liu Yuan nodded and said, "I heard that there are two children."

After eating some chestnuts fried with sugar, Liu Yuan thought that the case had not progressed at this time, so he simply sat down and opened up the conversation: "When Mrs. Hou was raised in Sichuan and Sichuan when she was young, she suffered from smallpox..."

When the word "smallpox" was just mentioned, Tangyuan couldn't help but exclaimed, covered her mouth, and said in surprise, "How is that possible?"

Not only the glutinous rice balls, but even Wen Mingtang showed a little puzzled look on his face.

You must know that when she was young, Mrs. Jingyunhou was a famous beauty. Otherwise, she would not have given birth to a son with Lin Fei's appearance. Lin Fei resembled his mother, and his son resembled Jingyunhou.

But diseases like smallpox, not to mention that young children are very easy to bear after getting it, even if they get over it, they will often leave marks on their faces, and there are countless pockmarks.

Mrs. Jingyunhou is famous for her beauty, so she can't be a pockmark.

Seeing everyone's surprise and bewilderment, Liu Yuan smiled and said: "I knew you would have such an expression. Madam Hou was able to survive the smallpox back then, and she didn't even leave a mark on her face. Thank you." Here are the guests who came over this time."

He paused, looked at the sky outside the public kitchen, and said: "Madam Hou is a person who cares about kindness, and this life-saving grace has always been kept in her heart. Well, Lin Shaoqing is not here today, so I was called to accompany her Went to pick up guests at the station outside the city."

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The nagging Lin Fei was accompanying Mrs. Hou, waiting for the guests who came from the official road.

Right now, the official road is still empty and there is no one there. When she was bored waiting, Mrs. Hou talked about the events of the past: "I was still young, and my family sent me to Sichuan..." Speaking of being sent to the land of Sichuan and Shu... Mrs. Hou did not elaborate on the reason.

The world uses "family affection" as the bond of blood, but unfortunately, not all relatives are kind.For their own benefit, whether it is a big family like the Zheng family in Xingyang or a family of ordinary people, there are many so-called relatives who are far more terrifying than strangers. use.

"Except for a few old servants, no one cares about me. When I first arrived in Sichuan and Shu, I was not acclimatized, and my healthy body became weaker and weaker. At that time, I contracted smallpox," Madam Hou said, "At that time Everyone thought I was going to die, and the stewards and servants of the Zheng family's Zhuangzi in Sichuan and Sichuan deceived others and drove me and a few old servants out of Zheng's house on the grounds that they feared that I would infect others."

(End of this chapter)