Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 118 Drool Chicken (2)

  The Buddhist beads in Zhou Dagui's hand... Of course Liu Yuan remembered that the Buddhist beads were plain in style and even a little rough. They could be seen everywhere in the market.

   Wearing a string of Buddhist beads seems to be nothing special. In the lobby of Dali Temple, you can easily catch a few people wearing Buddhist beads, such as Wei Fu wearing a string on his hand.

   "There is nothing special about wearing Buddhist beads." Lin Fei said, "People who wear Buddhist beads believe in Buddhism. Will the temples and temples on that mountain be visited from time to time?"

Liu Yuan was startled by one sentence, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly reacted: "That's right! Lin Shaoqing's words reminded me that there was indeed a Bodhisattva statue enshrined in Zhou Dagui's house, and he must be a Buddhist. "

   Before Lin Fei could speak, Liu Yuan said again: "Since you believe in Buddhism, isn't there a nunnery on the left mountain? Lin Shaoqing, you mean that Zhou Dagui will go to that nunnery?"

  Lin Fei tapped lightly on the table and said, "There is a possibility."

  So, are you going to the nunnery to inquire about the situation? Just as he was thinking like this, there was a "grunt" sound, Liu Yuan looked down at the source of the sound—his stomach, raised his head and laughed twice, and asked Lin Fei: "Lin Shaoqing, then I will look for it now Or wait until tomorrow?"

  If I search for it now, I'm afraid it will be too late for evening food.

  Lin Fei glanced at Liu Yuan, who was rubbing his stomach and frowning, and said, "Let's go tomorrow!"

  People... shouldn't be able to run away, or it can be said that they won't run away at all.

Liu Yuan said "Oh", and after listening to Lin Fei's confession, he immediately returned to the lobby with the file. After making a few notes, he just put down his pen when the evening bell rang. He hurriedly got up and walked towards the public kitchen.

  …

  Master Wen asked Master Wen to make new tricks on the ingredients for today's evening meal. The first thing Liu Yuan saw in the past was the meat meal.

In a plain white porcelain bowl, a piece of chopped chicken with skin was neatly placed in the bowl "as it is". Except for the top, most of the "body" was buried in the surrounding red oil. The red oil is sprinkled with cooked white sesame seeds. On top of the chicken nuggets that are not soaked in red oil, red millet and green onion are placed on top, and there are chopped coriander on the side. Those who love coriander will put it on top A pinch of coriander, if you don't like it, leave it alone.

It looks like a cold dish, but it is said that cold dishes are far less fragrant than hot dishes, but today, the chicken dish made by Master Wen is not close, there is a red oil mixed with sesame oil and various flavors. The aroma of the mixture of Chinese-style sauces hits you head-on.

   This attractive aroma is not inferior to hot dishes!

It was probably caused by the smell of the red oil, which hooked the mouth and couldn't stop salivating. Liu Yuan stared at the chicken dish for a while, and when he was reminded by a few guards behind him, he realized that his saliva was about to drop. up.

Liu Yuan, who was reminded, came to his senses, but he didn't show any embarrassment to this group of colleagues who looked up and looked down, but said frankly: "The scent of this red oil makes people drool. "

   "That's it!" A few colleagues behind nodded when they heard the words, and then saw the servant who had already brought the dish at the front and said, "That's why Master Wen called this dish Saliva Chicken!"

  Drool chicken? That's a fitting name! Liu Yuan stretched his neck subconsciously, rubbed his hands together, looking at the drooling chicken on the table, he was looking forward to and nervous at the same time: it is rare to be so nervous when dealing with a case!

When it was finally his turn, he nodded to the glutinous rice **** in charge of putting coriander, and reached out to take a bowl of saliva chicken, while asking Wen Mingtang nervously: "Master Wen, this saliva chicken looks like a very spicy dish. I don't know..."

   "Don't worry, I know what's in my heart. It's just spicy, it's not spicy enough, and the fragrance is stronger." Wen Mingtang said with a smile.

  After working as a public chef for so many days, I have also fumbled about the tastes of everyone in Dali Temple.

  Except for a few special ones, most of them are "light spicy" eaters, and few eat "heavy spicy".

  Hearing what Wen Mingtang said, Liu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and took another vegetarian dish, rice and soup, and went to find a food table and sat down to eat evening food.

   This is the first time I have eaten chicken dishes since Wen Mingtang! Liu Yuan picked up a chopstick of the saliva chicken, watched the red oil dripping from the saliva chicken, after a short meal, he couldn't wait to put it into his mouth.

As soon as he bit the chicken with his lips and teeth, Liu Yuan couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion: the chicken skin is very elastic and smooth, and I don't know how the chicken was processed. Bite down, the aroma of red oil, chili and hemp seems to have the umami taste of chicken juice, which is very tender.

  The mouth-watering red oil seemed to be spicy, but when it was put into the mouth, it was discovered that the fragrance and peppercorns brought more numbness than spicy. It seems that Master Wen specially adjusted it according to everyone's taste.

  Of course, not everyone doesn’t like spicy food. Looking at Lin Fei who suddenly appeared at the door of the public kitchen, Liu Yuan, who was eating a salivating chicken, thought to himself: Here comes the spicy food!

Wen Mingtang made a "slightly spicy" version of saliva chicken according to everyone's taste, but he didn't forget the tastes of "spicy eaters" such as Lin Fei, Ji Caimai and others, so he specially made a few bowls of normal spicy Drool chicken.

Today's saliva chicken really suits Lin Fei's appetite. After Lin Fei came to the stage, his eyes kept falling on the bowls of saliva chicken. Wen Mingtang added coriander and brought the saliva chicken over. .

  Lin Fei took Mu Shi, nodded to her, took Mu Shi, walked across to Liu Yuan, sat down and began to eat Mu Shi.

Liu Yuan, who was pouring the salivary chicken sauce on the rice with a spoon and eating it, saw Shangfeng approaching, and paused slightly, looking at the saliva in Lin Fei's bowl opposite him, which obviously had a lot more pepper than his portion Chicken, Liu Yuan paused, then turned his head to pick up the vegetarian dishes on the side. The stir-fried lotus root slices and edamame were fresh, tender, and crisp, which relieved a lot of the spicy taste.

  After finishing his evening meal, seeing half of the evening meal in Lin Fei's bowl, Liu Yuan said, "Lin Shaoqing, I have finished my evening meal. If there is nothing to do today, I will..."

  Before he finished speaking, he saw Lin Fei on the opposite side nodding his head. Liu Yuan was immediately relieved when he saw this, got up and left.

  By the time Lin Fei finished eating, the evening meal was almost over.

   The "slightly spicy" version of the saliva chicken was all consumed, but there were still two servings of the normal spicy one. Tangyuan and A Bing, who would take their meals home on weekdays, liked Wen Mingtang's cooking, but the level of spiciness was still unacceptable.

  At first, when the two were still hesitating whether to take it back, someone had already taken the water chicken away.

  Looking at Lin Fei who walked out of the public kitchen with a food box, Tang Yuan sighed: "Lin Shaoqing really likes this dish called saliva chicken!"

Wen Mingtang cleaned up the table and said, "I heard from Zhao You that after the cook from Sichuan and Shu in Jingyunhou's mansion returned to his hometown a few years ago, Mrs. Jingyunhou has been unable to find a suitable cook. Lin Shaoqing's taste is according to Hou's taste." Ma'am, she must like the dish of slobbering chicken. When I was cooking just now, Zhao You came here specially to tell me about it."

  Of course, the dignified Dali Temple Shaoqing and other upright people will not take things from the public chef at will.

  Wen Mingtang touched the bulging dime in his purse: This Lin Shaoqing is really generous, not only asking Ji Cai to buy and pay for the ingredients, but also not forgetting to give her "coolie" money.

  (end of this chapter)