Chapter 440 Scissors (2)

By the time Ah Bing was halfway through frying the glutinous rice balls and eggs, people began to come into the public kitchen to eat the morning meal.

First, I glanced at the people behind the counter: the familiar Master Wen, Ah Bing and Tangyuan.

Listening to the greetings of "Master Wen", "Ah Bing" and "Tang Yuan" ringing in my ears one after another, Ah Bing and Tang Yuan were busy making fried eggs in their hands. They didn't have time to raise their heads, so they only responded to the greetings with their mouths. However, Wen Mingtang on the side could still look up to see who was saying hello. While responding, the movements of his hands were not slow: he held a ball of dough in one hand and a pair of scissors with oiled blades in the other hand. Opening and closing the scissors, strips of "noodles" shaped like willow leaves fell into the pot.

Because he was cooking and cutting at the same time, Wen Mingtang's movements were naturally not slow.

When they saw Wen Mingtang cutting noodles with scissors, everyone wanted to joke, "Master Wen is lazy again." After all, it was the first day that the public kitchen opened, and the public kitchen had to be cleaned, leaving time for the public chefs to prepare breakfast. It is not enough. I still remember that in previous years, the breakfast on the first day of opening the public kitchen was mostly porridge that the public chef found overnight cold rice and mixed it with water. It was also served with one or two pieces of fermented bean curd. Some fermented bean curd was even topped with There are moldy spots. Although the fermented bean curd is made in a special way, the moldy spots cannot be fooled by saying "This is moldy tofu". It is obviously bad!

It was a surprise to them that the morning meal on the first day when the public kitchen was open was not porridge mixed with cold rice and water overnight. When they saw the prepared ingredients and the eggs that Ah Bing and glutinous rice balls were frying, everyone felt confident that they would be able to eat it. Such a morning meal is extremely satisfying.

Originally it was just for fun, but looking at the "willow leaf noodles" that seemed to be cut out randomly, they were all about the same shape and size. After entering the water, they sank first, and then slowly floated with the churning waves of the water. When he reached the surface of the water, Wen Mingtang picked up the bamboo slipper and poured the willow-leaf-like noodles into the bowl, and then skillfully pushed them to the side. In that box, Ah Bing had already left all the omelette work to the dumpling clinker. After passing the noodle bowl that Wen Mingtang pushed, he put salt, vinegar, green onions, coriander and other auxiliary ingredients on the willow leaf noodles, and then poured a spoonful of hot oil on it.

"Crack", the familiar sound of oil meeting noodles sounded, and a strong aroma of spicy, oil and noodles filled the air. The servant standing in front of the stage waiting to receive the meal took a deep breath and couldn't help but sigh. He said: "I haven't seen you for half a month, but the smell is still familiar!" After saying this, his throat moved and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

After a fried egg with golden color on both sides was put into the bowl, the waiter couldn't wait to pick up the noodle bowl and leave the counter. Then he quickly walked to the food table closest to the counter and sat down in three steps.

As soon as I sat down, I used chopsticks to quickly mix the noodles. As the various ingredients were evenly mixed, the oily and spicy aroma continued to emerge from the bowl as the mixing continued. When the two pointed ends of each strand in the bowl and the fat "willow leaf" in the middle are evenly soaked with red oil, the waiter takes the chopsticks and prepares them for eating like a vegetarian noodle. It can be used as a chopstick to hold. After putting on the "willow leaves" soaked in red oil, the "willow leaves" immediately slipped from the chopsticks.

The guard was stunned for a moment, his hand movements were one step faster than the movements in his mind, and he subconsciously tried again, and fell again, and tried again, and fell again...

While he was stunned, a spoon was placed on his plate.

Looking up, he saw Liu Yuan holding a dinner plate sitting down diagonally across from him and said, "Use a spoon." After saying that, he picked up the spoon and scooped out a spoonful of scissor noodles in the bowl.

It still has the familiar taste of oil-splashed noodles, but the difference is that the chewy and chewy noodles at first have turned into "willow leaf" noodles that are smooth and chewy and can be scooped out several times. Unlike ordinary noodles that are chewed, this scissor noodles are put into the mouth with a spoon. Although there is no fun of chewing the noodles, you can chew the noodles that are as smooth as "noodle fish" in your mouth. This novel taste is also the same as that of the previous noodles. The noodles are different.

Noodles made from the same flour mixed with water, with different shapes and methods, each have its own special taste.

Wen Mingtang in the box was still holding the dough in one hand and the scissors in the other, quickly cutting the dough in his hand.

"I wonder who cuts the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors." Bai Zhu, who entered the public kitchen a cup of tea later than Liu Yuan, was at the back of the queue. Seeing Wen Mingtang cutting noodles with scissors, he couldn't help but sigh, "Master Wen's pair of scissors can also cut willow leaves, but these willow leaves are made of dough."

Wen Mingtang, who had just finished cutting the ball of dough in his hand, dipped it in oil and brushed the blades of the scissors, looked up at Bai Zhu, who was at the end of the team, and saw that although he sighed with emotion, his face did not have the usual leisurely expression when he was sighing and joking. With a smile, he glanced at Liu Yuan in front of the food table not far away from the corner of his eye.

Liu Yuan, who usually talked the most, didn't even say a word of nonsense when he received the court food today, but his face was full of sadness and fatigue.

Even the officers were eating the morning meal as usual, and the first officer to receive the scissor noodles had already eaten more than half of it. His appetite was no different from usual, but there was no smile on his face.

Most people in the public kitchen have this look on their faces, which shows... the case is not going well!

This is true whether it is the case of Zhao Mengzhuo falling from a building or the suspected murder case of Duke Jingguo in the palace.

Wen Mingtang's eyes flickered, he glanced at the long line of people, and cut the dough again.

Holding the dough in one hand and cutting the noodles with the other, I finished the entire morning meal. After the morning meal time passed, the "sequelae" started to appear.

Wen Mingtang rubbed his sore shoulders and said to Ah Bing and Tang Yuan, "I'll leave lunch to you two."

The two of them nodded and said to Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, we can't stand it anymore." After standing like this with hands raised for almost a whole hour during the meal, how could they still raise their hands? Master Wen is afraid that he will have to go back to apply plaster.

Wen Mingtang smiled, turned around and walked out of the public kitchen courtyard. Although his arms were so sore, he did not go back to his dormitory to apply for medicine. Instead, he went to find Ji Caimai.

Concubine Jing assigned the affairs of the takeout stall and the shopping at Zhuangzi to the Internal Affairs Office. As a result, Ji Caimai, who had been busy in the past, suddenly had a lot of free time. When Wen Mingtang passed by, Ji Caimai was standing in the yard, holding the wolfberry bamboo cup in his hand and looking at the dead tree in the yard that had just sprouted a little green.

Ji Caimai was not surprised to see Wen Mingtang coming over. He said, "I was waiting for you to come over."

Master Wen said "hmm" and looked at Ji Caimai: "This internal affairs office..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Caimai shook his head and sighed: "She is in charge of that yamen for a day, and it will be impossible to change it."

It's obvious who this "she" refers to.

Wen Mingtang frowned when he heard this.

Before she could continue to ask questions, Ji Caimai spoke again: "There have been a lot of things going on in the court recently. You should be aware of the affairs of Duke Jingguo. The Huns are not at peace either. I wanted to join her and deal with her a few years ago. Most of the adults have gone to take care of the affairs of Duke Jingguo and the Xiongnu." At this point, Ji Caimai sighed quietly and said, "Yesterday, she made a good sale at the right time. She used the money to enjoy the people, and she gave her face. "

"As you know, everything has its own order. Compared to her, Duke Jingguo's affairs with the Xiongnu must be put first, and those adults have put our affairs behind for the time being." When he said this, Ji Caimai's tone was quite serious. A little helpless, "After all...our matters are trivial!"

Small things have to make way for big things.

But... the truth about Concubine Jing is a big deal disguised as a trivial matter, Wen Mingtang thought to himself.

Therefore, it is not a good idea to just wait for those adults to attack Concubine Jing. There are some things... maybe... you should take the initiative.