Chapter 94 Salted Duck Eggs

There was a scandal in Dali Temple... Many Dali Temple officials were very excited and quickly figured out the whole story.

Master Wang secretly sneaked into Wen Mingtang's house to steal the sauce, but he stole the special flower mud in the corner of Wen Mingtang's wall as sauce, and then sold the sauce to Hongyanlou in the city to make a "secret sauce". There is nothing wrong with the top layer of the "dense sauce", but when you dig down to the bottom, it smells like earth. All the guests in the Hongyan Tower are distinguished guests, so when you eat it and it smells like earth, you won't be polite.

Speaking of this, Master Wang was naturally unhappy. He couldn't pick it clean this time, but how could Wen Mingtang be any better? Master Wang jumped to his feet anxiously, staring at Wen Mingtang and vowing to drag her into the water.

"This treacherous girl obviously did it on purpose. Which flower paste company can make sauce like this?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wei Fu. He twirled his beard and said: "The peonies in Luoyang are cultivated with special bone broth. Master Wen's sauce is used to nourish the soil. It may not be useless." Come and plant flowers.”

This sentence made everyone present suddenly realize.

Then it’s not wrong to use sauce to nourish the soil! What's more, the flower mud is placed in his own house, but Master Wang is not allowed to steal it from her house!

This sentence made Master Wang speechless.

The fat shopkeeper of the Hongyan Restaurant in that wing naturally refused to take responsibility, and the master pot king was determined to bear the responsibility.

After making a lot of noise throughout lunch, Master Wang was taken away for theft.

A jar of sauce costs thirty taels, which is not expensive at all. It doesn’t take long in jail, and it can be released in a year and a half. But the problem is that Master Wang, the public chef of Dali Temple, has completely lost his job.

After Master Wang was pushed away, Liu Yuan winked at Wen Mingtang and whispered: "Master Wen, your position as Master Mu Shi is secure."

Wen Mingtang: "..."

Bai Zhu on the side glanced at the happy Liu Yuan and said coolly: "We have another chef to add to the list of chefs in Dali Temple's public kitchen."

The reputation of Dali Temple's public chef among chefs in the capital is probably even worse.

"It doesn't matter, as long as we have Master Wen!" Liu Yuan disagreed when he heard this, paused, and then said, "Actually, the reason for being imprisoned for this year and a half was a small matter, and I offended Hongyanlou and the people who got it. Distinguished guest, this Wang Junshan... I'd better pray that he stays in prison longer. Although he is locked up in prison, nothing can be done to him. I'm afraid he will be in big trouble if he gets out!"

Wen Mingtang smiled, turned around, and was about to leave the lobby of Dali Temple when he saw Lin Fei standing in the corridor not far away looking towards this side. He didn't know how long he had been here, but his eyes were a little subtle when he looked at Wen Mingtang.

Although Wei Fu had already helped to explain the jar of flower mud sauce in her room, but... not to mention Lin Fei, even Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu knew that the flower mud was a little subtle, and that day she Wandering around on the road and attracting murderers are quite similar.

But... suspicion is suspicion. If Master Wang didn't have that thought, Wen Mingtang's flower mud cans would be useless no matter how long they were kept.

Nodding towards Lin Fei, Wen Mingtang turned around and walked towards the back office. When passing by the public kitchen, Master Sun was cleaning up the countertops with two helpers. They probably knew about Wang Junshan. When Wen Mingtang poked his head in and said hello to him, Master Sun's face turned pale and he was as honest as a quail. He nodded and wiped the table under his hands vigorously.

This girl named Wen... is so cruel! Without making any noise, he actually set up a trap and directly took Wang Junshan away!

Now that Wang Junshan left... Master Sun shivered for no reason: I hope they can get rid of this girl quickly! If this girl doesn't solve it, it will be Wang Junshan this time, maybe it will be his turn next time!

Master Sun was so frightened that he made another bucket of rice absent-mindedly the next day, and was scolded by Ji Caimai.

"Wang Junshan has left. I see you are going to follow in his footsteps, right?"

Master Sun drooped his head and accepted the scolding, but he knew in his heart that all the officials in Dali Temple who had bought meals from Jicai were eager to get rid of him!

After Ji Caimai finished scolding him and waved him away, Wen Mingtang appeared. She took the initiative to find Ji Caimai and said, "Ji Caimai, I heard that Master Sun made an extra bucket of rice when making lunch. , I thought it would be a pity to waste it, why not give it to me and I will make fried rice."

Master Sun looked up at Wen Mingtang, who had arrived belatedly, with an aggrieved look on his face: He only appeared after she was scolded. I really don't know if it was intentional.

Just as he was muttering that he was getting scolded in vain, Ji Caimai listened to Wen Mingtang's words, nodded to Wen Mingtang, and said gently: "Every time this bastard messes up the basket and wastes rice, you are the one who cleans up the aftermath. !" After saying that, he turned back and glared at Master Sun, then pointed at his nose and cursed.

Master Sun: "..."

Wen Mingtang did not interrupt Ji Caimai to reprimand Master Sun, and took the bucket of rice away with A Bing and Tangyuan.

As the Dragon Boat Festival approaches, the newly delivered glutinous rice fills the wooden barrels in the warehouse, and the rice dumpling leaves are also delivered. On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, the rice dumplings are made and eaten.

In addition to glutinous rice and rice dumpling leaves, Zhuangzi also sent a lot of salted duck eggs.

Wen Mingtang was immediately interested when she saw the pile of salted duck eggs. She originally wanted to make an extra bucket of overnight rice. Now that Master Sun "took the initiative" to prepare the rice, she took it and used it.

Putting the rice aside, Ah Bing, Tangyuan, and I each took a salted duck egg and chatted while cracking the shell.

Tangyuan folded a ghost story book borrowed from Liu Yuan beside him, and said with emotion: "Master Wen's story about the painted-skinned monster last time was the scariest. Liu Si Cheng's monsters with their bloody mouths are not scary at all." !”

Wen Mingtang said "haha" twice and thought to himself: After all, it is a classic among ghost stories, and of course it has its own uniqueness.

While chatting for a while, he inserted his chopsticks into the salted duck eggs. The orange-yellow red oil immediately poured out the moment the chopsticks were inserted.

The three of them quickly took out the salted duck eggs, white and yellow, and put them into the white porridge.

The white and tender egg whites are slightly salty when eaten, and the flavor is best paired with a bowl of white porridge. Eat the white porridge mixed with egg whites, and then add the orange-yellow egg yolk. As soon as the oily egg yolk enters the mouth, you can taste the obvious graininess. When you grind it with your tongue, the large egg yolk is ground into sand, giving it a full salty flavor. , it’s not an exaggeration to stutter in vain.

After digging out all the egg whites and yolks from the eggshells into the white porridge, the three of them threw away the eggshells in their hands and continued to drink the porridge with their heads down.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, Ah Bing burped with the glutinous rice balls, stood up and said goodbye to Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, I'm going home!"

Originally they were going back after their busy work, but tonight, Zhuangzi sent salted duck eggs. They hadn't eaten salted duck eggs for a long time. The three of them were all greedy, so they drank another bowl of white porridge as a midnight snack, and then they were delayed. Less than half an hour.

Wen Mingtang nodded to the two of them and sent them to the door of Dali Temple. They did not live in the dormitory of Dali Temple like her. Their home was not far from Dali Temple, so they simply went home to live.

Glancing at the misty night outside, Tang Yuan, who was full and burping, shivered inexplicably.

When Ah Bing saw this, he couldn't help teasing her: "What's the matter? Have you thought of a ghost story?"

Ah Bing doesn't have any bad intentions, but a boy of this age has a very out-of-control temper, and he often scares little girls.

After hearing this, Tang Yuan immediately glared at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" After that, he raised his feet and rushed into the night.

Wen Mingtang shook his head, looked at the misty night, and turned back to Dali Temple.