Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 446 Pork Oil Bibimbap (1)

   A night without dreams.

  When she woke up the next morning, seeing her energetic self in the bronze mirror, Wen Mingtang was also a little puzzled. Knowing the truth, it stands to reason that she should be tossing and turning, but how did she manage to sleep? Even...it seemed that he was sleeping more peacefully than before.

  Probably... I have already guessed such an answer in my heart?

  Wen Xuance is a well-known man in the world. He has his reasons for doing all this, whether it involves morality or other things. He may live up to the world, but he is not a good father after all.

  Wen Mingtang sighed quietly, pressed his hands on his chest, feeling the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest, and after a while, he laughed at himself: "That's all! No one is perfect!"

  The original owner had died in the icy lake in Yeting.

  Whether it is forgiveness or hatred, she has no right to make choices for the original owner.

  Wen Mingtang looked at her radiant self in the bronze mirror: what she can and wants to do is to solve this matter smoothly, and then...live the life that Wen Mingtang wants to live.

  The vegetables and meat uniformly distributed by the internal affairs office were delivered before dawn. There were vegetables and meat, but they were not very good.

  Chaosho made pancakes with fruit and soy milk. Since the eggs that were delivered were only a little small, it didn’t matter. It’s not that they couldn’t be eaten. When it was lunch time, looking at the Bai Huahua meat that could be boiled in pork fat, the glutinous rice **** couldn't help feeling: "It's really stingy, this dish... Tsk tsk!"

Although there is no need to buy dishes, Ji Caimai, who has been buying for decades, frowned when he saw the fat and thin pork meat, and immediately said: "I must have bought it at the market to pretend to be a pig. Yes, the price is more than half cheaper."

   "Even cooking braised pork meat in soy sauce is very greasy." Tangyuan picked up the white pork meat and put it down, then turned to Wen Mingtang, "Master Wen, I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to make this lunch!"

  At least she scavenged all the dishes she learned from Master Wen in her stomach. Apart from cooking pork oil, she didn't know how to make meat that was not unpalatable.

   It's true that the internal affairs yamen are severely detained, and the cook suffers!

Wen Mingtang gave a "hmm", his eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the pork meat that could be boiled in pork oil, and said with a smile: "Although it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, it is not completely rice-free today, and she can cook. .”

   The affairs of the internal affairs office cannot be left to their own devices, but people need to eat three meals a day, no matter what, they have to deal with it first.

The first step is to cut off the white pork fat from the meat, oh no, looking at the fat and thin pork in his hand, Wen Mingtang felt that it should be changed to cut the lean meat from the pork .

  The portion of the meat sent by the Household Affairs Office has not been reduced, but the cut lean meat is only half a bowl smaller.

  Looking at the bits of minced meat, Tangyuan couldn't help but shook her head again, opened her mouth to say something, but swallowed it.

   What can I say? You have to deal with it first, you can't go hungry!

  Put the minced meat aside, boil the pork fat first. Ah Bing is already familiar with boiling dolphin oil. Add a ladle of water, add the fat of dolphin cut into small pieces, and boil it slowly over low heat. It takes about half an hour until the square snow white dolphin meat is boiled into squares. Xiaoding, the color changed from snow white to burnt yellow, and the dolphin oil was boiled.

   Remove the oil residue and put it aside, put the lard oil in a cool place and let it solidify.

Looking at the remaining oily residue after the dolphin oil and a bit of minced meat, Ah Bing and Tangyuan looked at each other, and couldn't help but look sideways again: This is all the meat and vegetables for lunch, and I don't know what Master Wen is going to do when he comes down .

  Looking at the cabbage sent by the internal affairs office on the stove and the tender tofu cut by Master Wen, the two smiled wryly, and went to cut the cabbage after Wen Mingtang ordered.

  …

   Ah Bing’s reaction to the glutinous rice **** was not the only one. The chefs from the Guozijian next door were also helpless looking at the cabbage and the fat pork meat.

"How do you eat this?" One of the masters held the fat and said, "Don't say that the people who study here are not children of ordinary background, but children of ordinary families. Which parents are willing to let their children eat this kind of food in the market?" Something to add to the head?"

"It's only braised in soy sauce for making flowers, and the other is just stir-fried casually!" Another master frowned and said, glancing out of the corner of his eye, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, he hurriedly called out, "Yu Jijiu! "

Yu Jijiu's mouth has always been very tricky. Ever since Master Wen was replaced at the Dali Temple next door last year, he seldom eats in the public kitchen. I don't know where the wind is blowing, but it actually ran to the public kitchen.

   Hearing the master call "Yu Jijiu", several worried masters hurriedly saluted Yu Jijiu.

  Yu Jijiu waved his hand, didn't pay attention to these vain gifts, but glanced at the dishes piled up on the stove, paused for a moment, and asked, "Are these sent by the internal affairs office today?"

   Several masters nodded.

  Yu Jijiu "tsk" twice, shook his head, and then asked several masters: "How do you prepare for lunch?"

   "One is braised in soy sauce, and the other is stir-fried!" One of the chefs said, "It's just these two dishes, there's nothing to do."

  Yu Jijiu let out a "hmm", and after a long pause, he said again: "It's hard for you, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice!"

The masters nodded, and before they could say anything, Yu Jijiu turned around and walked out with his hands behind his back, before leaving, he said: "I don't know what kind of dishes the person next door can cook, I'll go and see! "

   Several masters: "..."

  Wen Mingtang and others, who were "highly expected" by Yu Jijiu, are preparing dishes at this time, and there is still half an hour before lunch starts, so there is no need to rush.

  Yi Yu Jijiu walked into the public kitchen and saw such a "leisure" scene: the rice is ready, and the white rice smells good. The ingredients for the dishes on the stove are ready, but the three chefs in charge of the soup, Master Wen, A Bing and Tangyuan, are leisurely chopping vegetables.

  Even though he already knew that the dishes of the public chef of Dali Temple were the same as those of Guozijian, when he saw the cabbage being cut by several people, Yu Jijiu still felt an inexplicable disappointment in his heart.

   Touched his nose, and was about to turn around to leave, but the sharp-eyed Tangyuan had already seen him, and immediately called out.

   "Yu Jijiu!"

The little girl's voice was crisp, and Yu Jijiu slowed down for a while, and when he heard Wen Mingtang's greeting that sounded right behind him, he turned around, and suddenly said: "What are you cooking for lunch today? "

  Wen Mingtang on the other side looked at him with a smile on his face, and asked him with a smile: "It's still half an hour before lunch time, Yu Jijiu came so early, but something will happen later?"

Yu Jijiu let out a "hmm", and said in his heart that he had stayed in Dali Temple and other places for a long time, and observed carefully, and said: "Just take a look, if you prepare early, you can ask for it first." A bowl of rice to fill your stomach."

   But right now, it seems that this bowl of rice may not be available! Yu Jijiu was about to turn around in disappointment, but a girl's voice sounded in his ears.

   "Then have a bowl of pork fat bibimbap!"

  (end of this chapter)