Chapter 446 Pork Oil Mixed with Rice (1)

A dreamless night.

When she woke up the next morning and saw her energetic self in the bronze mirror, Wen Mingtang was also a little puzzled. Knowing the truth, she should have been tossing and turning, so how could she sleep? It even... seemed to be sleeping more peacefully than before.

Probably...you have already guessed the answer in your heart?

Wen Xuance is a famous person in the world, and he has his reasons for doing all this, which may involve morality or other things. He may live up to the world, but he is not a good father after all.

Wen Mingtang sighed quietly and put his hand on his chest, feeling the steady and strong heartbeat in his chest. After a while, he laughed at himself: "That's it! No one is perfect!"

The original owner died in the cold water of Yeting Lake.

Whether she forgives or hates him, she has no right to make a choice for the original owner.

Wen Mingtang looked at herself in the bronze mirror, full of energy: What she could and wanted to do was to successfully resolve this matter, and then... live the life that Wen Mingtang wanted to live.

The vegetables and meat distributed by the Internal Affairs Office were delivered before dawn. There were vegetables, meat, etc., but they were not very good.

I made pancakes and fruit with soy milk for breakfast. Since the eggs were just a little too small, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t that I couldn’t eat them. At lunch, looking at the meat that could be boiled with pork oil, the glutinous rice balls could not help but sigh: "It's really stingy, this dish... tsk tsk!"

Although there is no need to buy vegetables, Ji Caimai, who has been doing shopping for decades, frowned when he saw the fatter and thinner pork meat and immediately said: "This must be bought at the market to serve as Zhuangzi's dish." Yes, the price is more than half cheaper."

"Even cooking braised pork is very greasy." Tang Yuan picked up and put down the white pork, then turned to ask Wen Mingtang, "Master Wen, I'm afraid you have to cook this lunch!"

At least she had plundered all the dishes she had learned from Master Wen in her stomach. Apart from boiling pig fat, she didn't know how to make non-palatable meat dishes with the meat.

It’s true that the internal affairs yamen are so strict that the cooks suffer!

Wen Mingtang said "hmm", his eyes flickered slightly when he looked at the pork meat that could be boiled with pork fat, and he said with a smile: "Although it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, she is not completely without rice, and she can still cook." ."

They can't let them get used to the affairs of the Internal Affairs Office, but people need to eat three times a day. No matter what, they have to deal with it first.

The first step is to cut off the white fat of the pork from the meat. Oh no, looking at the fat and thin pork in his hand, Wen Mingtang felt that we should put it another way, and cut the lean meat from the pork. .

The portion of meat delivered by the Internal Affairs Office has not been reduced, but the lean meat cut off is only half a bowl.

Looking at the bit of minced meat, Tangyuan couldn't help but shake his head again, opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed the words as they reached his lips.

What can be said? You have to deal with it first, you can’t go hungry!

Put the minced meat aside and boil the pork fat first. Ah Bing was already very good at boiling dolphin fat. He added a ladle of water to the dolphin fat cut into small pieces and simmered it slowly over low heat. It took about half an hour until the square snow-white dolphin meat was boiled into square pieces. Xiao Ding, the color changes from snow white to burnt yellow, the porpoise oil is ready.

Remove the oil residue and set it aside, and place the dolphin oil in a cool place to allow it to solidify.

Looking at the remaining oil residue and bits of minced meat after boiling the pork fat, Ah Bing and the glutinous rice balls looked at each other, and couldn't help but look sideways again: This is all the meat dishes for lunch, and I don't know what Master Wen is going to do. .

After looking at the cabbage sent by the Internal Affairs Office on the stove and the soft tofu cut by Master Wen, the two of them smiled bitterly, followed Wen Mingtang's instructions, and went to cut the cabbage.

…

Ah Bing was not alone in his reaction to the rice dumplings. Several of the chefs from the Imperial College next door were looking at the cabbage and the fat pork that had been delivered, and they were at a loss what to do with their hands on their hips.

"How can you eat this?" One of the masters was holding up the fat and said, "Not to mention that all the children studying here are children of ordinary backgrounds, or children of ordinary families. Which parent would not be willing to let his children eat such a thing as what is given to them at the market? Something to add to your head?"

"When you make flowers, you only need to braise one and stir-fry the other!" Another master frowned and said, glancing out of the corner of his eye and suddenly seeing a familiar figure, he hurriedly called out, "Yujijiu!" "

Yu Jijiu has always had a very tricky mouth. Ever since the Dali Temple next door replaced Master Wen last year, he has stopped eating in the public kitchen. Now he has switched to the Internal Affairs Yamen to deliver food, and he rarely sees anyone. Today I don't know where the wind came from, but it actually came to the kitchen.

Hearing the master call "Yu Jijiu", several worried masters quickly followed and saluted Yu Jijiu.

Yu Jijiu waved his hand, not paying attention to these false gifts, but glanced at the dishes piled on the stove. After a moment of pause, he asked: "Are these sent by the Internal Affairs Yamen today?"

Several masters nodded.

Yu Jijiu clicked his tongue twice, shook his head, and then asked several chefs: "How to prepare for lunch?"

"Let's braise one and stir-fry the other!" one of the chefs said, "It's just these two dishes, there's not much to cook."

Yu Jijiu said "Yes", and after a long pause, he said: "It's hard for you. It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice!"

The chefs nodded, and before they could say anything, they saw Yu Jijiu turning around and walking out with his hands behind his back. Before leaving, he said, "I don't know what kind of dishes the guy next door can make, I'll go take a look!" "

Several masters: "..."

Wen Mingtang and others, who had "high hopes" from Yu Jijiu, were preparing dishes at this time. There was still half an hour before lunch started, so there was no need to be in a hurry.

So what Yu Jijiu saw when he walked into the public kitchen was such a "casual" scene: the rice was quite ready, and he could already smell the aroma of white rice. The ingredients for the dishes on the stove are ready, but Master Wen, A Bing and the three ladles on the glutinous rice dumpling side are chopping vegetables leisurely.

Even though he already knew that the dishes served by the public chef of Dali Temple were no different from those of the Imperial College, when he saw the cabbage that several people were chopping, Yu Jijiu still felt an inexplicable disappointment in his heart.

He touched his nose and was about to turn around and leave when the sharp-eyed glutinous rice ball on the other side saw him and immediately called out.

"Yu Jijiu!"

The little girl's voice was crisp, and Yu Jijiu slowed down a bit. He turned around when he heard Wen Mingtang's greeting coming right after him, and by some strange combination of circumstances, he suddenly said: "What are you cooking for lunch today?" "

Wen Mingtang, who was on the other side of the room, looked at him with a smile on his face and asked him with a smile: "It's half an hour until lunch time. Yu Jijiu came so early, but what's going to happen soon?"

Yu Jijiu said "hmm" and thought to himself that he had indeed stayed in places like Dali Temple for a long time, and his observations were very detailed, so he said: "I just came to take a look. If you are prepared early, I can ask for one first." A bowl of rice to fill your stomach.”

But now, it seems that I may not be able to get this bowl of rice! Yu Jijiu was disappointed and was about to turn around, but he heard a girl's voice ringing in his ears.

"Then let's have a bowl of rice with pork oil!"