Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 111 Roasted Sweet Potatoes

"Ruan Zhan and Han Jun were just helping to run around inside." Liu Yuan said after coming out of the prison of Dali Temple, "This mountain man Zhou Dagui may be related to the two people who stole people, but he is related to these two people." People seem to have nothing to do with each other! Then why did these two people die?"

  Lin Fei didn't speak, but suddenly raised his head and looked at the open space not far ahead.

  Wen Mingtang, Ji Caimai, and A Bing and Tangyuan were sitting around the "oven" that made roast duck earlier, chatting over tea.

  In the "oven", a sweet aroma of sweet potatoes is pouring out from the inside.

  Sweet potatoes are not delicate and precious things, they can be seen everywhere. It can be eaten as soon as it is boiled in water, or steamed on a steamer.

   I heard that some villagers in the mountains would also light a fire to roast sweet potatoes. I heard that the taste of roasted sweet potatoes is very delicious.

  Liu Yuan had never eaten it before, and when he suddenly smelled it, he almost subconsciously responded: "Roasted sweet potato?"

  The few people who were chatting turned their heads and looked at them. Wen Mingtang nodded and said, "It's roasted sweet potatoes." After finishing speaking, he got up and looked into the oven. After looking at it for a while, he said, "It should be ready."

   Ji Caimai on the side couldn't help but stroked his beards when he saw a few people: It's better to come early than to come at a good time. They have been waiting here for a long time, and it will be fine when these people come.

   Originally, I only wanted to eat for a few people, and if there were any leftovers, I would take them home. Now that people are here, I have no choice but to give them.

   Those who saw it had a share, and oiled paper was prepared on the side. Wen Mingtang picked out sweet potatoes from the "oven" and wrapped them in oiled paper bags and handed them to everyone one by one.

  Liu Yuan took it and yelled "hot" while blowing impatiently, and then bit down on it.

   Wei Fu, who is quite particular about health preservation, also took one of them, looked at the girl who was busy in front of the 'oven', paused, and couldn't help saying: "As expected, the old saying is good! There is no shortage of food around the cook."

   Is there such an old saying? Liu Yuan gave him a blank look and said, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

  Wei Fu was also frank and said with a smile, "It's made up now!"

  Whether it is freshly made or not, this baked sweet potato that is scorched on the outside but soft on the inside is something they have never eaten before.

"The food I eat on weekdays is so delicate, it's really rare to see such things." Liu Yuan held the roasted sweet potato, and tore a hole with his mouth, revealing the golden and soft inside, and the dense heat Bursting from the sweet potato, the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potato wafts into the air as the skin is torn off.

  Because it just came out of the "oven", not only is it hot to hold in the hand, but it is also very hot to bite. But the baked sweet potato is probably a bit "evil", no, not only the roasted sweet potato is evil, but all the food made by Master Wen is very "evil", even if it is hot, it still makes people can't help thinking Open your mouth and bite it.

While the hot "hissing" draws air, I can't bear to spit out the sweet potato inside that is hot on the tongue. The inside is sweet and fragrant, and the texture is soft with a hint of glutinous taste. When you sip it lightly, it melts in the tongue like mud .

   Not everyone is as impatient as Liu Yuan. Lin Fei took the roasted sweet potato, but didn't eat it. Instead, he held the roasted sweet potato and watched the people eating the roasted sweet potato while burning their mouths.

   After everyone had almost finished eating, he said to Liu Yuan, who had not had time to wipe off the yellow indentation of roasted sweet potatoes on his mouth: "Bring Zhou Dagui to Dali Temple tomorrow."

  Liu Yuan nodded in response, and then Lin Fei left with the roasted sweet potato that he hadn't eaten a bite from the beginning to the end.

   "Lin Shaoqing..." A Bing, who was still licking his mouth after eating, couldn't help but said, "It's a waste if you don't eat, why don't you give it to me!"

"How do you know that Lin Shaoqing doesn't eat it?" He heard the words before finishing the last bit of roasted sweet potato glutinous rice **** in his hand, "Perhaps seeing that your face is sunken like this when you eat it, I feel that roasted sweet potatoes are so delicious. It doesn't taste good to eat, so I ran back and hid it secretly to eat!"

As soon as these words came out, even Liu Yuan, who was wiping his mouth, couldn't help nodding: "Maybe it's true! I've been waiting to come to Dali Temple for so long, and I haven't seen Lin Shaoqing eating like us, with his mouth full of embarrassment." !"

  Although Shangfeng didn't talk much on weekdays, he never showed any embarrassment in front of people.

"Really?" Wen Mingtang, who was slowly peeling the sweet potatoes beside him, thought for a while, and said, "But I always feel that the way he looks at the roasted sweet potatoes is not greedy, but more like thinking about something, maybe he is taking it home for his family to eat of it!"

  Is this... people don't know.

   After all, once the gates of the Jingyunhou Mansion are closed, no one can see the people and things inside.

  …

  Although he couldn't see it, Wen Mingtang really guessed it right this time!

  After leaving Dali Temple, Lin Fei did not go back to Jingyunhou Mansion, but went directly to the Jingguo Mansion opposite.

  Although Lin Fei’s biological father, Jing Yunhou, had another mansion after he became a marquis, he probably wanted to be closer to his family. When he first chose the mansion, he directly chose the vacant mansion opposite to build the mansion.

  So it was only a few steps for Lin Fei to find Lord Jingguo.

   Knocked on the door, the concierge quickly led the person in after seeing the person coming, then pointed in the direction of the main hall, and said, "Second Young Master, the Duke is in the main courtyard!"

  Lin Fei nodded and said, "Take me to see my grandfather."

When he saw Lord Yasukuni, he was sitting alone under the tree in the main courtyard, with a pot of tea beside him, but the teacup in front of him was full of tea. Ashes fell.

  Duke Yasukuni didn't care about these, but sat there, as if lost in thought over the tea.

   "Grandfather!" Lin Fei walked into the courtyard and called out.

  This sound awakened Lord Yasukuni who was in a trance. He came back to his senses, looked at Lin Fei who walked in, and a gentle look flashed on his solemn face: "A Fei is here!"

  Lin Fei let out a "hmm", walked up to Duke Yasukuni and sat down.

  The sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes poured into Duke Yasukuni's nose. Duke Yasukuni raised his eyebrows, looked at Lin Fei who was sitting opposite, and said, "Take it out!"

  Lin Fei pursed his lips, and a smile appeared on his face, which he rarely smiled on weekdays. He took out the roasted sweet potato wrapped in oil paper from his sleeve pocket and pushed it in front of Duke Yasukuni.

  Mr. Yasukuni looked at the roasted sweet potato in front of him, picked it up and asked Lin Fei, "Is there a vendor on the street selling this?"

   Without waiting for Lin Fei to answer, he continued to ask: "Where is the stall? How long will it be? Or is it because someone has a good eye and opened a baked sweet potato shop?"

  Lin Fei looked at Lord Yasukuni who was holding a roasted sweet potato and asked questions with great interest, shaking his head, and said, "Neither of them."

  Duke Yasukuni sighed in disappointment when he heard the words. After tearing off the skin of the roasted sweet potato and taking a bite, he sighed, "Forget it, I'm the only one who misses the taste! Where did the roasted sweet potato come from?"

  Looking at Lord Yasukuni, Lin Fei paused for a moment, then said, "The cook of our Dali Temple chef made it himself."

  Duke Yasukuni's face suddenly changed.

  (end of this chapter)