Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 148 Bo Bo Chicken (1)

  When Zhao Mengzhuo heard this, his face froze.

After a pause, he spread his hands and said helplessly: "Lao Ji, I don't want to meddle in the affairs of the internal affairs yamen! The few in charge of the internal affairs yamen are all old people from Yuwang's mansion. If he wants to make trouble, it is me. There is no way!"

  Unless...unless there is something wrong with King Yu, he can't take care of himself. Thinking of this, Zhao Mengzhuo gave Ji Caimai a sideways glance, and said, "Lin Fei is looking into that old case, isn't he already helping?"

  Ji Caimai smiled when he heard the words, and said to Zhao Mengzhuo: "The office of internal affairs is really procrastinating."

"Then what can we do? Dali Temple is the only one who wants to take out from the public kitchen. The yamen next to it doesn't care whether to take out or not..." Before he finished speaking, Zhao Mengzhuo's voice suddenly stopped, and he asked Shang Ji to buy. That smiling face suddenly came back to his senses, "Old Ji, Lao Ji, you really are..."

Seeing Zhao Mengzhuo's reaction, Ji Caimai didn't care, he just pushed the bowl of tea eggs to Zhao Mengzhuo, saying: "If Master Zhao is not the only one who wants to come to the internal affairs office, I can't bear it. Besides, King Shangyu is in trouble now, he can't take care of himself, I'm afraid the internal affairs office won't be able to delay our small matter."

Hearing this, Zhao Mengzhuo was silent for a moment, took the bowl of tea eggs into his hand, and said, "It's done! I'll go to the Imperial College next door. The one next door named Yu is the most picky. If he likes this , must be running to the internal affairs yamen every day and every day. Compared with patience and hard work, I am afraid that no one can compare with him who was born as a mischievous discipline student!"

As soon as Zhao Mengzhuo mentioned the Yu Jijiu next door, Ji Caimai laughed and said to Zhao Mengzhuo: "If Yu Jijiu likes Master Wen's craftsmanship, my lord can tell Yu Jijiu that Master Wen was originally going to be the official cook of the Imperial Academy. , but by accident, he was pushed to our Dali Temple."

  Zhao Mengzhuo squinted and smiled at Ji Caimai who was like an old fox, and said meaningfully: "Old Ji, you are called killing people!"

  Ji Caimai smiled and said frankly: "If Yu Jijiu is not allowed to help, the group of people in the internal affairs office will probably delay it!"

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  The sun is getting hotter and hotter, which also makes people lose their appetite.

  Yu Jijiu "patroled" around the Guozijian, and saw that the students were all sitting up straight, listening to the class, no matter whether they were really listening or pretending to go in, this posture was enough!

Well! Still obedient! Yu Jijiu looked at it and nodded, and went back to his room covered in sweat.

   A basin of ice has been placed in the room in advance, but it can't reduce the dryness much. Yu Jijiu picked up the bamboo tube containing the sour plum drink on the table, poured the last two drops into his mouth, and sipped the sweet and sour taste in his mouth. Covering his face with a book, he began to doze off.

  Listening to the chirping of cicadas outside the house, I felt drowsy unknowingly. When he was half asleep and half awake, a unique aroma of sauce mixed with tea leaves and various spices poured into his nostrils.

   Instinctively took a deep breath, the originally drowsy mind was pulled out of the drowsiness by the fragrance.

   Opening his eyes, what he could see was Zhao Mengzhuo from the "neighbor" Dali Temple.

   Seeing Zhao Mengzhuo's old face smiling in front of him like a traitor, Yu Jijiu snorted coldly and glanced at his hand.

   A food box with the lid opened was held in his hand like this, and there were two bowls of food in the food box. One bowl is boiled burnt brown shelled eggs, and the other bowl is something he has never seen before. The bottom is semi-transparent and solidified, and the top is raisins, small **** made of glutinous rice, fermented wine with goji berries, and various dried fruits. Lined up in a row, the colors are fresh and fresh, making people want to move.

  Yu Jijiu sniffed his nose, and made a gesture: "Zhao, what are you doing?"

  Zhao Mengzhuo put the food box in his hand on the table aside, and said: "Bring some food to eat with you!"

   Yo, so kind? Yu Jijiu gave him a sideways glance, trying to resist the temptation, but the sauce aroma of the tea leaves was so unique that he couldn't help but want to taste it.

   Zhao Mengzhuo saw that he kept looking into the food box, so he smiled and pushed the food box towards him.

   Between firm refusal and acceptance, Yu Jijiu chose the latter without hesitation, took a tea egg and peeled it impatiently.

  The moment the shell was peeled off and put into the mouth, Yu Jijiu's eyes lit up, and he swallowed the smooth egg white and egg yolk, applauding.

Because it was the first time he had tasted such a taste, Yu Jijiu inevitably ate a little faster. Seeing that he was about to choke, Zhao Mengzhuo pushed the bowl of ice powder in front of Yujijiu, saying: "You just ate the name of the wine." Tea eggs, this one is called ice powder."

  Yu Jijiu was unambiguous when he heard the words, scooped up a spoonful of ice powder and put it in his mouth. The entrance is soft and cold, and the sweetness of brown sugar juice melts in the mouth.

  As the ice powder enters the stomach, the indescribable sweetness and coldness rushes up.

   "Okay!" Yu Jijiu said "Okay", but his hands kept moving, scooping up the ice powder one by one and sending it to his mouth.

   It wasn't until another spoonful collided with the porcelain bowl, and when it was empty, Yu Jijiu realized that he had finished eating the bowl of ice powder before he knew it.

After rubbing his belly, Yu Jijiu stretched out his hand to the tea egg. While peeling the eggshell, Yu Jijiu asked Zhao Mengzhuo, "Old Zhao, where did you get the tea egg and ice powder? This is the first time I've seen it!" Has a new restaurant opened in Chang'an City? Where is it? I must try something new!"

   Zhao Mengzhuo shook his head when he heard the words, pointed in the direction of his Dali Temple Yamen with a smile, and said: "It's not that I opened a new restaurant, but my Dali Temple Yamen has a new cook!"

  Yu Jijiu was amazed when he heard a sentence: "Old Zhao, with your reputation as a public cook in Dali Temple, it is almost the same as the fire pit, and you can still recruit a new cook?"

   Zhao Mengzhuo glanced at him, and said: "No...it's thanks to your Guozijian's official chef letting you know!"

oh? What else? Yu Jijiu sat up straight all of a sudden, stretched out his hand to hold the bowl of tea eggs in his arms, and said with a serious expression, "Old Zhao, what's going on?"

  The cook Jiang Laosou and Ding Caimai, who have such cooking skills, actually push people out? Is this an enmity with him?

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  At dusk, old man Jiang, who was pointing to the work of several cooks in the public kitchen, only heard Ding Caimai call him outside the door: "Master Jiang?"

  Jiang Laosao raised his head, frowned and looked at him: this is the busiest time of the public kitchen, why does Lao Ding have nothing to do to join in the fun?

   Facing the dissatisfied eyes of old man Jiang, Ding Caimai pointed out helplessly, and said, "Yu Jijiu has something to do with the two of us!"

  The Lord Jijiu wants to find someone, no matter how busy he is, he has to put down his work and greet him with a smile.

  (end of this chapter)