Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Looking at the girl who was looking at him holding the meat bun with cured sauce in her hand, she was not dressed very conspicuously, even plainly, with a very common single bun on her head, which was held in place with a single wooden hairpin. The hole above the earlobe is empty, and there is no other decoration on the whole body except for the wooden hairpin.

Although the girls' clothes were tidy and clean, but compared with the girls he came into contact with every day, it was not an exaggeration to say that they were "untidy".

But such a so-called "rough-looking" woman was the one he had the most contact with besides his mother.

At first, it was because of the cunning and cleverness in Zhao Ji Restaurant, they calmly dealt with the vicious rogue couple calmly, like pampas grass, with an indescribable tenacity in their softness.

Then there are those foods that suit his appetite, not the ones that are piled up in fine detail, but the delicacy that is full of fireworks.

He was born in Houmen, but he has such an appetite.Lin Fei didn't change his mind, he was born this way, why bother to reverse it forcibly, and pretend to be so tall?
The food in the girl's hand is a common local food in Chang'an, meat buns with cured sauce. Looking at the word "mo" on the oil paper bag, you can know that it is from the most famous family.

Right now, it seems that the meat bun with cured sauce in my hand has not yet had time to bite. The stewed rotten meat is sandwiched in the crispy bun, and the inside of the sandwiched meat has been soaked in brown gravy. It came out of the oil paper bag.

The officials behind them were very discerning, and they took two steps back while talking, but they were not too far away, so as not to make the two of them fall into trouble.

Lin Fei glanced at the meat bun in the girl's hand, and said, "I'll send Zhao You over later."

Wen Mingtang let out an "oh", came back to his senses, and remembered what Lin Fei had reminded him not to walk around, and felt a little ashamed in his heart. It's not that he didn't remember Lin Fei's reminder, but maybe it's because of human nature. I don't like being "detained". Even Wen Mingtang can be regarded as a person who can sit still, but after all, he is a little bored and flustered. It just so happened that he happened to meet Zhao Sishan, whom he hadn't seen for almost a year. After weighing, she still went out.Originally, he wanted to come out early and be here at the palace gate, at worst, he would go with Liang Hongjin when he went back, but he didn't expect to bump into Lin Fei here.

Right now, in Lin Fei's place, she may have become one of those people who don't know how to measure and run outside regardless of the reminder.

Wen Mingtang thought for a while, and was about to explain, when Lin Fei's voice sounded again: "It's not good to avoid being grounded, and you can't avoid it for a lifetime. Next time you have something, you can talk to Zhao You and let him talk to you." Let's go together."

He didn't intend to just ignore this matter, and waited for the Princess Liyang to make another move.Seeing tricks and dismantling tricks is the worst policy unless you have to do it as a last resort, and the best policy is to take the initiative to solve troubles.

It's just that there are really too many things in recent days, there are cases, palace affairs, and her affairs, and things are piled up in one place, which is a bit overwhelming.

Lin Shaoqing is so "compassionate"... Wen Mingtang felt even more ashamed. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Lin Fei speak again. He seemed to talk a lot today, only to hear Lin Fei cough lightly and speak. Said: "Master Wen, haven't you eaten the morning food yet?"

While speaking, he glanced at the meat bun in her hand again, which was full of hints.

Wen Mingtang: "..." Compared to speaking directly in the public kitchen of Dali Temple, this Lin Shaoqing here is much more tactful.

Wen Mingtang twitched the corners of his mouth, and understood what he meant, he brought the meat buns with cured sauce to him, and said, "I bought a lot, Lin Shaoqing, do you want some?"

Lin Fei nodded, pondered for a moment, compared two fingers, and said, "Then come with me for two!"

This is really no different from ordering food in a public kitchen.

Wen Mingtang took out two meat buns with cured sauce from the oiled paper bag and handed them to Lin Fei. Lin Fei took them, turned around and left with the green-robed officials.

After he left, Wen Mingtang lifted up the pork bun with cured sauce that he had just had time to eat, and took a bite. When he noticed the eyes of the people in front of him looking back at him, he was startled.

When will eating a meat bun with cured sauce attract such a big battle?

At this moment, a few people in the queue at the front asked her enthusiastically, "Who was that lord just now..."

Wen Mingtang chewed the meat and steamed bun mixed with gravy in his mouth slowly, while chewing slowly, he said: "We are in the yamen."

This ambiguous answer obviously did not satisfy the person who asked the question, and they continued to ask questions in a hurry.

"Which yamen do you belong to?"

"The lord called you Master Wen just now, what does the little lady do?"

"Who are you here to see? One of our family is in charge of the palace. I don't know what your family does?"

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Wen Mingtang came to his senses quickly from the chattering questions. As soon as she passed through, the shell of her body was in the court. The days of the rich and powerful only existed in memory, and she had never experienced it personally. The days of palace people and common people in the market are familiar.

It seems that little people like them need "many friends and many ways", especially those who can meet red-robed officials and talkative friends, they need to make friends, maybe when they can help!

But it's a pity... Wen Mingtang swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, touched his nose: I'm probably going to disappoint them!She's not a friend worth keeping.

"I work as a public chef in the Yamen of Dali Temple." Wen Mingtang said with a smile, looking at the faces of some people in front of him who have changed slightly, thinking that many people still remember the matter of coming to the Yamen of Dali Temple to work with the public chef, paused After a pause, she continued, "Just now, it was our Master Shaoqing from Dali Temple who didn't eat the imperial food. He asked me to ask for two roujiamo."

Everyone was also listening to her conversation with Lin Fei just now, and it seemed that after a few polite greetings, Lin Fei asked her for two Roujiamo and left.

The inquirer at the front was immediately disappointed when he heard the words. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was not a strange thing for the adults in the yamen to ask the public chef for some food. Fei Na's reputation as a "bad name", whispered a few words in a low voice, and the person who asked the question before him said a few polite words, then turned around and continued to wait.

Wen Mingtang didn't care about the different attitudes and reactions of the crowd, and continued to lower his head to take a bite of the Roujiamo: As expected, there is a long queue for food every day. The stewed gravy is really delicious, and I don't know how it was stewed...

He was concentrating on eating buns with his head down, when there was a sudden chill behind him. At this moment, before his mind reacted, his body had already moved first. Wen Mingtang turned around suddenly and looked back, seeing that he was not far behind him. Then, the curtain of a carriage decorated with brocade was lowered, and the carriage that was originally facing the palace gate turned around suddenly.

Looking at the carriage that suddenly changed direction and left, Wen Mingtang's expression froze: there was no other reason, the driver sitting in front of the carriage and driving the carriage with a whip in his hand was the same one who suddenly "lost control" towards her not long ago. The coachman who bumped into her and forced her to jump to Liyang Prince's Mansion.

So... it was obvious who was sitting in the carriage.

Wen Mingtang stared at the back of the carriage leaving until he could no longer see it, then slowly lifted up the Roujiamo and took another bite: There was still some warm Roujiamo left before such a delay was over. It's cold.

It's not good to eat when it's cold. Sure enough, you can't wait for everything, and it's useless to escape.