Chapter 13 Potstickers (2)

Wen Mingtang was puzzled by Zhang Caimai's way of shaking his head repeatedly when he heard about 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 seeing that she had just finished asking, Zhang Caimai and Jiang Laosou who were opposite looked at each other, and then...they both 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?"

The old man Jiang came back to his senses after saying a word: "No wonder!"

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

Zhang Caimai, who was talking to Old Man Jiang, 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 twelve chefs in half a year..."

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

Wen Mingtang: "..."

More than that, Zhang Caimai said: "Last year, there was a serial murder case in Chang'an City that exclusively killed cooks. A total of five cooks died before and after, and the public kitchen 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 bit fierce!"

Of 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 the capital, the officials of Dali Temple are famous for their many affairs! 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, "It's not like I can't help it!" After saying this, he patted his chest quickly to reassure him, "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 If you 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, follow me there today..."

"Can I go there now?" Wen Mingtang couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this, "No need 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...it's better to burn some paper money and give it to him..."

Wen Mingtang: "..."

"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be asked to take on the job of recruiting 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 anymore, 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 forgive me."

This Zhaoji restaurant belongs to Zhao Sishan, if you want to say sorry, you can't forgive 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 twenty sticks are just the beginning! Zhao Sishan and other female officials killed out of thousands of palace people are hard stubbles.

But before leaving, he had to find a place to cushion his stomach and eat evening food.

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!"

Having said that, Old Man Jiang didn't take it seriously. 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 meals.

"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 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?"

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

The two shook their heads to say no.

After chatting for a while, three plates 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 pot stickers with a spoonful of scrambled eggs on top.

Wen Mingtang's eyes fell on the plate of pasta with eggs and he paused slightly.

Sensing the girl's gaze, Old Man Jiang raised his head and looked 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 added eggs were made into pot stickers with eggs, but she didn't realize that pot stickers were pot stickers, and eggs were eggs, and they were two separate things.

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

After that, he bowed his head and ate.

Old man Jiang didn't bother to take such a small matter to heart.

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 Laosao'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 twice the size of this potsticker shop, but the customers don't even have a fraction of it.

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