Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 138 Crepe small ravioli (1)

   After the Painted Skin Case was over, it finally took a few days to rest. In the past few days, Liu Yuan and the others lived incomparably comfortably. Read the storybook, sort out the files of old cases, and when it's time for dinner, go to the public kitchen to eat the food made by Master Wen.

  Because Master Wen is in charge of the court food, even if there is no case, Liu Yuan and others come to eat the court food early every day.

"Even this group of case workers have their breaks, but Master Wen's restaurant is overcrowded every day!" Ji Caimai sighed, then turned to stare at Master Sun who was huddled in the corner, and put the copper in his hand. The pot "Kuang Tang" fell to Master Sun's feet with a sound, pointed at his nose and yelled, "Sun Dingren, Wang Junshan is not here, I think who else can you push it on? It's used for cooking this morning. Did you bring Chaoshi’s pork meat from outside?”

  The weather is getting hotter and hotter. If the pork meat is not kept in the ice cellar, it will go rancid overnight and cannot be eaten.

   The pork meat is gone, and the vegetables and meat on the Zhuangzi will be delivered later. Although it is not a big problem for the "skillful" Master Wen, this Sun Dingren is really...

"It's really three days without fighting, and I went to the house to expose the tiles." Ji Caimai pointed at Master Sun's nose with a sneer, and cursed, "I don't have the ability, I will always use some tricks behind my back! I went to the internal affairs office for several days to sue Master Wen Is it okay for me to wait until I don’t know?”

  Master Sun turned pale when he heard this, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

  Ji Caimai was too lazy to listen to his lies, so he said, "Think you are the only one who has people, and I have no one?"

   Anyway, it is a purchase that has to deal with the internal affairs yamen all year round, and the internal affairs yamen naturally handles it frequently.

"I said that Sun Dingren, a man, can't tolerate a little girl so badly? It's serious to use that little thought and skillful effort to practice your skills!" Ji Caimai scolded, "Why? Want to tease me again? Can someone deal with Master Wen?"

  Master Sun blushed when he heard this, and muttered in a low voice: "I...I didn't..."

"Who did you lie to? Do you want to ask Liu Sicheng and Lin Shaoqing to find out if you have any?" Ji Caimai let out a "bah" and cursed, "When the time comes to find a personal evidence and all the evidence, do you just take the initiative? Pack your things and leave?"

  Master Sun's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. For a **** like him who fishes in troubled waters, the job of being a cook in Dali Temple is simply a good job that can't be found even with a lantern. How could the public chef of Dali Temple, who worked so hard to get in by accident, leave?

  So when he heard this, he didn't care whether he hated Wen Mingtang or not, and quickly stretched out three fingers to swear, "Don't worry, Ji Caimai, I, Sun Dingren, will never find someone to deal with Master Wen..."

  Before he finished speaking, Ji Caimai sneered.

  Master Sun laughed dryly when he heard the words, and said bluntly: "From now on... I will never make any troubles in the future, if I violate this oath..."

  Ji Caimai looked at Master Sun with folded arms, saw Master Sun who had stopped halfway through his words, raised his chin, and reminded him: "If you break this oath, what will you do?"

It’s really interesting to think about crooked people all the time, such as Jing’an in the painting case, and Sun Dingren in front of me, who is afraid of gods, Buddhas, ghosts, swearing, cursing, and karmic revenge, but he always goes to this place. Walking in crooked ways, I don't know what I'm thinking.

  Ji Caimai knew that Master Sun was afraid of this, so he simply asked him to finish his oath here.

  Seeing that Ji Caimai insisted, Master Sun had no choice but to say dryly: "If you break this oath, I, Sun Ding, will be struck by lightning and die a terrible death!"

   Ji Caimai nodded when he heard this, pointed at Master Sun's nose, squinted his eyes and said, "You said it yourself! The sky is struck by lightning, and you will die!"

  As soon as the words "Thunderbolt strikes from the sky, I will not die well", Master Sun was startled in shock, but when he realized it, he saw that Ji Caimai had already gone towards the direction of the public kitchen.

  Although most of the pork meat was spoiled by Master Sun’s “mishandling” outside, but fortunately there is still a small bowl of pork meat left in the ice cellar.

   "I can eat all these pork meat by myself." A Bing rubbed his stomach, looked at the small bowl of pork meat and muttered, "How can there be enough for so many people?"

   "Whether there is enough to eat depends on what to do." Wen Mingtang put the specially rolled thin leather on the table, and said, "Today, I will make small crepe ravioli."

   Liu Yuan, who woke up early and came to eat the morning food, saw Master Sun standing outside the public kitchen with a slumped face from a distance. There was still a large bowl of pork meat under his feet. I haven't smelled it after walking a long distance, but when I got closer, the sour smell rushed to my face, Liu Yuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and glanced at Master Sun: "Being a demon again?"

  Master Sun: "..."

   Liu Yuan was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, turned around and walked into the public kitchen.

  Although it was early for him to go out, there were still many colleagues who were earlier than him.

   When it comes to eating, all the officials in Dali Temple are not convinced by anyone.

  So as soon as I entered the public kitchen, I saw someone eating morning food next to the food table. Today's morning food is wonton, but it is a little different from the usual wonton. I heard that the name of this wonton is crepe small wonton.

  Liu Yuan glanced at the small crepe wontons in his colleague's bowl, and saw them floating on the soup surface like clouds. The skins were extremely thin and wrinkled, which indeed corresponded to the word "crepe".

  Through the translucent wonton skin, you can faintly see a little pork meat inside. Shallots, seaweed, shrimp skins, egg skins and diced pickles are sprinkled on the soup surface, dotted between the small crepe wontons like clouds. With just one glance, people's endless appetite was immediately drawn out.

Liu Yuan saw that his colleague scooped up a small crepe wonton mixed with soup, shallots, seaweed, shrimp skin, and egg skin, and then put the soup and wonton into his mouth with a spoonful, swallowing it whole The sound of wontons and soup sucking sounded, and the appearance of eating was really not elegant, but it hooked the mouth and couldn't stop salivating.

   Seeing his colleague eat two spoons, Liu Yuan couldn't wait to walk to the front of the stage, and saw Wen Mingtang wrapping crepe ravioli. It is said to be a bun, but it is actually dipping a chopstick into the pork meat in the bowl of pork mince, picking up a little bit, wrapping it in the thin wonton wrapper, and pinching it is one.

  Looking at "perfunctory", but very fast.

  Wen Mingtang was in charge of wrapping, A Bing was in charge of serving wontons, and glutinous rice **** were put in seaweed, egg skins, dried shrimps and other side dishes in the white porcelain bowl on the side. The three had a clear division of labor. The skin of the wontons is thin and the meat is little. It can be scooped up with a strainer and put into a bowl after being boiled in hot water. Then pour a spoonful of broth and sprinkle with chopped green onion.

When receiving the bowl of small crepe wontons from Tangyuan, Liu Yuan couldn't help but glance at the bowl of minced pork meat in Wen Mingtang's hand, and said, "Master Wen, your bowl of minced pork meat is really frugal! This wonton is as good as dry skin." What's the difference? Is it the trouble caused by that surnamed Sun?"

  The trouble was indeed caused by Sun Dingren. Wen Mingtang didn't have the habit of taking the blame for others. He nodded, paused, and said to Liu Yuan, "Don't worry, Liu Sicheng, if this crepe ravioli is not tasty, you can come and find me!"

  Bai Zhu, who swallowed the last small crepe wonton in the bowl at the food table not far away, nodded and said: "It's not delicious, you can just find Master Wen!"

   No more nonsense, he is going to get the second bowl.

  (end of this chapter)