Chapter 350 Ground Pot Chicken (1)

Wen Mingtang opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.

"Master Wen!"

Wen Mingtang said hello to the clerk, turned to look at Ji Caimai, who was coming over, and waved to her, and Ji Caimai motioned for her to come out and speak.

Wen Mingtang nodded and just walked out of the warehouse when he heard Ji Caimai say: "Just now Zhao You has told you what happened at the noodle shop." After saying this, Ji Caimai took a few steps aside.

When Wen Mingtang saw this, he followed him. When he was far away from the door of the archives warehouse, he heard Ji Caimai say: "When I was buying ingredients at Zhuangzi this morning, I heard something. You may be interested in knowing."

Hearing this, Wen Mingtang suddenly realized: It seems that the strange reactions of the diners in the noodle shop must be related to what Ji Caimai was going to say.

If you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet? The real can not be fake, the fake can not be real. If the Liyang Prince's Mansion were so sincere and kind, they wouldn't make enemies everywhere.

Thinking about the reaction of the woman in the noodle shop and the behavior of the diners, Wen Mingtang looked at Ji Caimai, smiled and said, "Ji Caimai, please tell me."

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I went to the file warehouse and asked the clerk for help. When I came out, it was already application time. During the trip back and forth, there were obviously fewer people in Dali Temple. Except for the unfinished business of urgent matters at hand and the servants and clerks who had their turn to be on duty at the Yamen, most of them had already gone back on vacation in advance.

Today is the New Year's Eve, and all the yamen in Darong are considerate enough to let people go home early to have the New Year's Eve dinner in preparation for the New Year.

Wen Mingtang didn't have any relatives, so he stayed in Dali Temple as usual. Ah Bing, Tangyuan and Ji Caimai greeted her and exchanged a few auspicious words before going back.

When she came back at noon, there were still many people, but in the blink of an eye, she was the only one left. Oh no, Wen Mingtang looked back and turned the couch in the kitchen into a floor. He was taking a nap, snoring like thunder. Zhao You twitched the corner of his mouth: This one is still here.

Like Tangyuan, Zhao You has been working in the Dali Temple Yamen for several generations. Zhao's father had an accident while arresting the murderer and died in the line of duty. After hearing the bad news, Zhao's mother was so angry that she fell seriously ill. She also died less than a year later. After her parents left, only nine-year-old Zhao You was left behind.

Zhao You has been staying in Dali Temple since then. It can be said that he was raised by the Dali Temple Yamen. Although his brain is not very bright, his skills are extremely good and he can be regarded as an extremely sharp knife in Dali Temple Yamen. At first, he had been following Zhao Mengzhuo. After Lin Fei arrived, he turned around and followed Lin Fei to do things.

It's just that even if he always follows Lin Fei, Lin Fei also likes to take him with him. However, it is not convenient for Zhao Youzi to go there when the Marquis of Jingyun's family has a family banquet during the holidays.

When Wen Mingtang thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh, and glanced at Zhao You, who was sleeping soundly, and thought to himself: If nothing unexpected happened during this New Year, he would probably have to spend the holidays with Zhao You, who was also alone.

Looking at Zhao You, who was sleeping soundly under a thick coat, Wen Mingtang did not wake him up, but returned to the table.

Although people usually call it the "accounting room", Ji Caimai is still very humane inside. There were a lot of ingredients left on the stove, and as soon as she saw them, she knew they were reserved for her to make New Year's Eve dinner.

Wen Mingtang looked at the ingredients left by Ji Caimai and started to prepare the dishes.

She and Zhao You were the only two people eating the New Year's Eve dinner today. Even those who were on night watch came over after smelling the smell. They had also eaten the New Year's Eve dinner with their own families. They couldn't taste much, but it could be said that it was serious. Let's make some small pot dishes.

Some dishes are really not suitable to be placed in the public kitchen. For example, Wen Mingtang has been thinking about the hot pot for a long time. This is a one-pot meal. The excitement and atmosphere of free choice of food can only be made spicy in the public kitchen. Hot.

The same goes for this ground pot chicken. It's true that it's not impossible to make do, but the energy and fun of tearing the pancakes off the wall of the pot is something that the public chef can't achieve.

At least, the current public chef cannot do it. Wen Mingtang felt a rare excitement in his heart as he thought that he could eat what he wanted without restrictions today.

After preparing the chicken nuggets, green peppers, onions and other side dishes for the ground pot chicken, Wen Mingtang glanced at Zhao You who was sleeping soundly next to the charcoal basin. After thinking about it, he prepared two more dishes. Since the amount of food is not small, it would be bad if the New Year's Eve meal leaves people feeling full.

Zhao You was woken up by a burst of fragrance from his sleep. Although he had made a bed on the floor, two charcoal basins were placed beside him, so he was as warm as if he was lying in bed. Zhao You, who took a nap at noon, didn't know whether it was day or night. It wasn't until he woke up that he realized that he had overslept.

He looked out the window through the window paper and saw that the sky outside the window was already dark. When it was the eclipse time, he was confused. He realized that today was the New Year. No wonder there were many people at this time on weekdays. But there was no one in the public kitchen.

Yawning and getting up, his body instinctively smelled the alluring fragrance and walked towards the source of the fragrance, only to see Wen Mingtang standing in a flat-bottomed oil pan frying rice cakes.

Snow-white rice cake slices are fried with a skewer in the middle until both sides are golden brown. Although Wen Mingtang didn't raise his head, he seemed to be aware of his approach. He said, "Here we come, just in time to make it out of the pan." Then he held up the rice cake, which was fried until golden brown, with sauce brushed on both sides and sesame seeds sprinkled on it. Come over.

"Crispy rice cakes, eat two first to satisfy your stomach." Smelling the special aroma of sweet and spicy sauce, Zhao You took the crispy rice cakes and took a bite, followed by a "click" sound as he bit through the crispy skin of the rice cakes. Zhao You couldn't help but sigh, "It's really delicious."

Wen Mingtang also took a bunch of crispy rice cakes. After taking a bite, he said, "Now that I'm up, I'll start making New Year's Eve dinner."

Zhao Youzheng was immersed in eating the crispy rice cake with sweet and spicy sauce in his mouth. He didn't even bother to look up and just said "oh".

Whatever Master Wen does, he eats. He is not picky about food and has no dietary restrictions. He can eat anything.

He is really a simple-minded person! Wen Mingtang shook his head, poured oil into the pot, poured the prepared ingredients and prepared chicken pieces into it and started frying.

When the chicken and ingredients meet the oil, a large amount of aroma is released from the pot. Zhao You, who is beside him, only glances here at the moment when the aroma starts, and then lowers his head again and eats the rice cake in his hand seriously.

It’s rare to meet such a quiet diner! Wen Mingtang couldn't help but smile when he saw this. It was probably because he was concentrating on eating, and Wen Mingtang stopped thinking about other things and started to concentrate on eating.

The method of cooking ground pot chicken is to fry it first and then add water to simmer it. Zhao You, the diner, has crispy rice cakes in hand and does not rush. Wen Mingtang is not in a hurry. There are only two diners in the New Year's dinner today. Slowly Just do it.

So after covering the pot and looking at the fire on the stove, Wen Mingtang started making cakes.

This cake is the real soul of Ground Pot Chicken.

He kneaded the flour, let it rest, cut the dough into small pieces, and then threw them into the water one by one. Watching the dough sink to the bottom, Wen Mingtang found it inexplicably funny, and was about to laugh, when suddenly a voice came from the counter. External transmission.

"What did you do?"