Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 211 Soup Rice Cake (1)

"Master Su was quite generous after he returned to his hometown, and he helped many friends back then!" Li, the guide, was walking ahead, pushing aside the weeds, and said, "Later, I chatted with those friends who were rescued by him about this matter. When it happened, those friends suggested that it is better to move the grave of the businessman surnamed Wen, that is, Mr. Su and his adoptive father, to Chang'an, so as to save the inconvenience of arranging other people to sacrifice and sweep every year! Besides, I can do my best Be filial, after all, such a large sum of money..."

   What kind of person Master Su was back then, has been confirmed from the mouth of the old people back then. It is exactly as Dr. Su said, he was a bastard.

  His friends back then were naturally gangsters, either regulars in gambling houses or lazy people who stayed at home and depended on their elderly parents for food.

   "It's true to save people, but you should also help the people who should be saved!" Wei Fu couldn't help shaking his head when he heard this, and said, "Encouraging the bad habits of lazy people and gamblers!"

   Li Zheng, who was leading the way, couldn't help being embarrassed when he heard this: "It's always Master Su's own money, what is he going to do, what else can I wait for outsiders to say?"

  Wei Fu cast a glance at the embarrassed Lizheng, and said, "No wonder you, keep talking!"

Lizheng nodded, coughed lightly, and continued: "Anyway, at this mention, Master Su immediately nodded and said that it should be right! Besides, he not only wanted to move the grave of his good adoptive father, but also his The step-mother, step-sister and step-brother have to move in!"

"This move moved the graves of those people to Chang'an. Mr. Su needs to find a place where he can be seen at a glance, so that his adoptive father and the others can watch him all the time." Li Zheng As he spoke, he pointed to several tombstones not far ahead, and said, "That's why I chose this place!"

  Wei Fu looked around, and there were only a few solitary tombstones besides the weeds.

Looking at the desolation, he frowned and asked Lizheng: "Since Mr. Su wants to be filial, and he is so particular about it, he didn't find a Fengshui master to take a look at the land where his adoptive father, adoptive mother and others returned to the land. The Fengshui of this place will be good." ?”

  He doesn't understand the theory of geomantic omen, but if it is really a good place, how can it be so barren? It has long been scrambled to be a geomantic treasure!

  Lizheng choked on Wei Fu's question, touched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said, "My lord seems to have some truth in saying that!"

  Master Su clamored for a while to be filial, but why did he choose such a place? It seems that something doesn't make sense!

   While talking, the two had arrived at the grave. Looking at the overgrown tombstone in front of them, Wei Fu turned to look at Li Zheng: "We're so close, don't even have the time to uproot the weeds?"

The embarrassment on the front of the face was almost overflowing, so he had to explain dryly: "I don't know about it. Doctor Su can't control his family affairs!" He is just Li Zheng, What can I do?

  Wei Fu walked around the tombstones twice, then raised his hand and called Li Zheng over.

  I didn't know where it was, so when I walked over to take a look, I saw a few black footprints.

  Wei Fu pointed to the footprints and said, "Is this the law of filial piety?"

  Lizheng: "This..."

Looking at Lizheng who was speechless, Wei Fu suddenly turned serious: "There are so many suspicions along the way, my Dali Temple suspects that there is something wrong with the origin of the sum of money in the hands of Master Su who has returned to his hometown. , the death of this businessman surnamed Wen may also have hidden secrets!"

Lizheng, who heard Wei Fu pointing out the problems along the way, had doubts in his heart for a long time. Hearing the words, he hurriedly said: "Your Excellency is right! A well-behaved **** suddenly became a filial son, and this filial man is full of loopholes. There are indeed some problems." ..."

  Looking at the frightened Lizheng whose face turned pale, fearing that he would be implicated, Wei Fu accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said, "Go and call those **** who have been helped by Master Su, I have something to ask them!"

  Lizheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he would not be held accountable, and then immediately patted his chest and assured him: "Yes, yes! Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely call them all!

  Wei Fu let out a "hmm", and his eyes fell on the tombstones in the barren bushes. When the wind blew, a chill came out spontaneously.

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   "Ah Choo!"

  The chill hit, and A Bing sneezed in excitement, and trot into the public kitchen.

  Compared with the dark sky outside, the warm light in the public kitchen is very attractive.

  Stepping into the public kitchen, the warmth from the stove rushed over immediately, dispelling most of the cold air around him.

  Listening to the orderly sound of chopping vegetables behind the countertop, A Bing washed his hands and went to the countertop to look at the morning food that was going to be prepared today.

   The pork shreds had been marinated and put aside. Wen Mingtang and Tang Yuan were cutting cabbage, mushrooms, green onions and other main dishes and side ingredients. What was left for A Bing was the long rice cake on the cutting board.

  Compared to the crispness of various dishes, rice cakes require a bit of effort, but it is just right for a middle-aged boy with the most energy like A Bing.

After all the side dishes were ready, Wen Mingtang poured oil into the pot, put the marinated pork shreds into it and stir-fried, while teaching A Bingtong the glutinous rice balls: "Stir-fry the shredded pork and remove the white, then add the green onions. , Ginger into the cabbage stalks, fried mushrooms until soft, the leaves are easy to cook, you can put them later..."

  As the weather turns colder, Wen Mingtang chooses more soups such as Le Na for his morning meals, and one bowl will warm his stomach and body.

  When the sky outside turned from black to white, the public kitchen ushered in the first wave of diners of the day—Liu Yuantong Wu Bucai and others who woke up early.

  After entering the public kitchen, Liu Yuan was so excited by the warmth of the fire that he couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion: "It's cold, and the public kitchen with the fire is a good place!"

   It is not surprising that Liu Yuan and others came early, but Wu Bucai, it is still rare to see him come so early.

  Thinking of the case he was paying attention to, Wen Mingtang couldn't help asking him, "Did the coffin of the businessman surnamed Wen be dug out?"

  Wu Bucai nodded, rubbed his hands together, and said, "I'm going to go there after I finish eating the food. What is Master Wen doing for the food today?"

  Wen Mingtang said: "Soup rice cake!"

  Soup rice cake? What is that? Everyone was a little confused, but it was not surprising at all: Master Wen's dishes are always novel and tight.

  When he saw the pot of steaming rice cakes in soup, Liu Yuan suddenly realized, "It turns out that the soup is made of shredded cabbage, pork, shredded pork, shiitake mushrooms and rice cakes!"

  He recognizes every one of these dishes, and they are very common. There are green onions floating in the bubbling soup, which seems to have a simple warmth.

   "It should be a homely taste." Liu Yuan said when he took the bowl of soup and rice cakes and sat down in front of the food table.

  Everyone nodded and scooped up the soup with their spoons. After a long time of simmering, the soup has turned milky white, and because of the addition of rice cakes, it has a slightly thickened viscous feeling after simmering.

Because it was just scooped out of the pot, there was still a burst of hot air in the soup, and after blowing on the dense hot air, Liu Yuan took a sip of the soup, and then his eyes lit up: "Why is it so fresh? "

  As soon as the words came out, Wu Bu, who also took a sip of the soup, nodded, "It's a home-cooked taste, but it's so fresh... My eyebrows are going to fall off!"

  The last sentence "The eyebrows are going to fall off" is learned from Master Wen. Master Wen always has some weird sentences to describe eating. After listening to it too much, everyone learns it too.

   It’s the first time I know that these kinds of dishes can be so delicious when stewed! A mouthful of soup aroused everyone's interest, and they all stretched out their chopsticks to pick up the vegetables in the soup.

  (end of this chapter)