Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 13 Pot Stickers (2)

  Wen Mingtang was puzzled by Zhang Caimai's way of shaking his head repeatedly when he heard the public kitchen of Dali Temple, but now he heard Old Man Jiang say that the chef and wife who went to the public kitchen of Dali Temple can be allocated a "single room". Such a good condition, including food and lodging, how did it fall to the point where everyone hates it?

  Wen Mingtang was very puzzled, but saw that she had just finished asking, and Zhang Caimai and Jiang Laosou on the opposite side looked at each other, and then...they showed indescribable expressions on their faces.

  This expression...Wen Mingtang was even more surprised: What's wrong?

  Seeing the girl's ignorant look, Old Man Jiang turned around and asked Zhang Caimai: "She doesn't know?"

   It shouldn't be! This Chang'an City should be known to everyone!

  Zhang Caimai glanced at him sideways, and said: "Although she is not from a foreign country, she is locked in the palace. How can she know this?"

  Jiang Laosao came back to his senses after saying a word: "No wonder!"

  Because I didn't know it, I was so indifferent to entering the public kitchen of Dali Temple!

   Zhang Caimai, who had talked with Jiang Laosao, also opened his mouth to explain to Wen Mingtang: "At the end of last year, a piece of evaluation form for personnel changes in various ministries in the capital came out..."

  Jiang Laosou followed up and said: "The public chef of the Dali Temple Yamen ranks first after changing 12 cooks in half a year..."

  Since then, the official chef of the Yamen of Dali Temple has become famous in the first battle, and has become the nightmare of all cooks in the capital.

  The result of changing twelve in half a year is indeed a bit impressive... Even Wen Mingtang couldn't help but tremble when he heard it.

   But what made her tremble even more was yet to come.

  Zhang Caimai paused, and then said: "I heard that one of the twelve was a murderer who had been on the run for many years. The Dali Temple officials found out, arrested him himself, and beheaded him within a month."

  Wen Mingtang: "..."

  Jiang Laosao followed: "There are two other people who went in to be cooks. They have been helping the murderer cook for a long time, and even helped kill people. Now they have been exiled to the coal mine to dig coal."

  Wen Mingtang: "..."

   Not only that, Zhang Caimai said again: "Last year, a serial murder case of cooks occurred in Chang'an City. Five cooks died in total, and the public cooks of Dali Temple occupied three of them."

  Wen Mingtang fell silent when he heard this. After a long pause, he said quietly, "This place...is a little fierce!"

  Among the twelve cooks, half were either exiled or killed...

   "What about the remaining six?" She couldn't help being curious, and asked further.

   "I don't know." Zhang Caimai glanced at her and said, "However, in the yamen of various ministries in the capital, the officials of Dali Temple are famous for doing a lot of things! Long-winded and critical, it is really difficult to 'serve'!"

   Speaking of this, Zhang Caimai glanced at Jiang Laosou, "Master Jiang! If you let Miss Wen go to such a place, how can you bear it?"

Old man Jiang rubbed his nose, and said with a dry smile: "I can't help it!" After saying this, he patted his chest quickly and reassured, "Don't worry, I am very familiar with the public chefs of all the yamen in the capital. Wherever there is a vacancy, you must be the first to think of Miss Wen. Right now, Miss Wen should find a place to stay first!"

  Zhang Caimai glared at him, then turned to Wen Mingtang: "What does Miss Wen think?"

Wen Mingtang looked back at the messy Zhaoji restaurant, and after a little hesitation, he agreed: "Although the staff of the Dali Temple chef has changed... er... more frequently, I'm not the only cook, maybe I'll stay for a long time You will find that this place is also good!"

  So sensible... Old man Jiang waved his hand when he saw it, and said immediately: "Then Miss Wen, just follow me there today..."

   "Can I go there now?" Wen Mingtang couldn't help being surprised when he heard this, "Shouldn't I have to take the school exam?"

Old man Jiang glanced at Wen Mingtang, shook his head and said, "The chef of Dali Temple who is in charge of recruiting people is the suspect who has been at large for many years. He has been arrested and beheaded right now, so he probably won't be able to come to test you. If you If you really want to ask him to take the school exam... why don't you burn some paper money and give it to him..."

  Wen Mingtang: "..."

   "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have been asked to recruit people for the public chef of Dali Temple!" Jiang Laosao said, waving his hand, "Let's go, I'll take you there!"

  Wen Mingtang didn't refuse any more, turned around and went back to the room to get her luggage. Zhao Lian blushed and sent her to the door, embarrassed: "Sister Wen, I'm sorry..."

  Wen Mingtang smiled at Zhao Lian and said, "It's okay, you didn't feel sorry for me."

   This Zhao Ji Restaurant belongs to Zhao Sishan, if you want to say I'm sorry, I'm sorry to Zhao Sishan. Zhao Sishan himself came to clean up Zhao Dalang and others. She told Zhang Cai exactly what happened during the day when she lived in Zhaoji Restaurant, and he would definitely tell Zhao Sishan.

  The deeds are all in the name of Zhao Sishan, Mrs. Liu really wants to mess around...then today's 20 sticks are just the beginning! Zhao Sishan and other female officials killed out of thousands of palace people are hard stubbles.

  But before leaving, I have to find a place to cushion my stomach for dinner.

Speaking of evening food, Zhang Caimai felt a little regretful: "The food made by Miss Wen is really delicious. I thought you were going to take the exam for Miss Wen, but I can still learn about Miss Wen's cooking skills. .”

Jiang Laosao laughed and said: "Ding Caimai told me about Miss Wen's cooking skills! However, with the current state of Zhaoji restaurant, don't even think about borrowing the kitchen. The future will be long, and there will always be a chance to eat Wen in the future." The little lady's handiwork!"

  Even so, Old Man Jiang disagreed. He himself is the chef of the official chef of Guozijian, and the dishes are not bad, not to mention the cooking skills of the imperial chef, how can a little lady's cooking skills be so good?

  As far as he is concerned, it is important to finish the matter at hand first.

  Jiang Laosao took Wen Mingtang and Zhang Caimai to a snack shop selling pot stickers next to Mingdefang to settle their evening food.

   "The pot stickers here are really good, I found them by accident." Jiang Laosao took the two of them to the innermost seat and sat down, and said, "It's stuffed with leeks and pork."

  The lady proprietress of the snack shop recognized Jiang Laosou as a regular customer, she responded with a smile, and asked again: "Should we still add eggs?"

   Old man Jiang nodded, looked at Zhang Caimai and Wen Mingtang: "What about you?"

  The two shook their heads to indicate that there was no need.

   After chatting for a while, three sets of pot stickers were brought out. Zhang Caimai and Wen Mingtang's ones were okay, they were just ordinary pot stickers, but Old Man Jiang's had a spoonful of scrambled eggs on top of the pot stickers.

  Wen Mingtang paused slightly when his eyes fell on the egg-filled pasta.

   Sensing the girl's gaze, Old Man Jiang looked up at her: "Miss Wen also wants to add eggs?"

  Wen Mingtang shook his head hastily, met Jiang Laosao's eyes, and explained: "This is what the proprietress here meant by adding eggs. It's a little different from what I thought."

  She originally thought that the so-called egg addition was made into pot stickers with eggs, but she didn't realize that pot stickers are pot stickers, and eggs are eggs, which are two separate things.

  Is that so? Old man Jiang smiled, and said indifferently: "Then next time, you can try the dish Miss Wen mentioned!"

   After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and started eating.

   Old man Jiang didn't bother to care about such a trivial matter.

  Wen Mingtang didn't say any more, and lowered his head to eat the pot stickers.

   The pot stickers that can be praised by Jiang Laosou's tricky tongue are of course good: the leeks are fragrant, the pork meat is fresh, the taste is just right, and it is really delicious.

  In the small storefront, diners flocked endlessly, and the proprietress was too busy.

   Diners will use their feet to show whether it is delicious or not. The facade of Zhaoji restaurant is more than double the size of this pot sticker shop, but the customers don't even have a fraction of others.

  After eating the pot stickers, Old Man Jiang burped, took the two of them out of the restaurant, and walked towards the Yamen of Dali Temple.

  (end of this chapter)