Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 16 Oil-splashed noodles (3)

   After the guard finished delivering the message and left, A Bing and the little girl looked at each other, and couldn't help but sighed again.

   "It's all right now, I can't even make plain porridge!" A Bing sighed, "I'm afraid we can only boil noodles with dry steamed buns!"

  There is nothing, and only these staple foods can be used, but various requirements are emerging one after another, tsk tsk...Master Wen really encountered difficulties in this encounter.

  Compared to the constant shaking of the head of the two, Wen Mingtang's reaction was calm, and he only smiled when he heard the words, and said: "It's okay, let's see it tomorrow, if the vegetables on the village come earlier..."

  Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by A Bing and the little girl, only to hear their uneven voices.

   "It's too late, Master Wen!"

  As for why it is too late...

"It's too late for Zhuangzi to deliver vegetables every day. They are specially prepared for lunch and evening food." A Bing said, "Just now the elder brother of the guard said that a group of prisoners will be sent to the Ministry of Justice tomorrow morning, and they will be transferred When the prisoners were in prison, the guards would leave as soon as they arrived in the morning, which was around the hour of Chen. Therefore, Master Wen would deliver the food to the prisoners in the prison before the hour of the hour at the latest. vegetable?"

  So, the vegetables will be delivered tomorrow, that is to say, Wen Mingtang will not be able to use the vegetables and eggs sent by the Zhuangzi until the day after tomorrow.

  For tomorrow's meal, these staple foods are what Wen Mingtang can use.

   If you can’t make porridge, then don’t even think about making porridge with mixed beans such as red beans and mung beans.

  After thinking about it, the only thing I can do is noodles.

   Sure enough, the next moment I saw the thoughtful Wen Mingtang say: "If that's the case, let's have a meeting!"

  A Bing and the little girl, who listened to the conversation, sighed again.

  Master Wen’s first meal on the job was so bumpy, it’s really a bad start!

  Since we are going to make noodles, let's take some flour out, Wen Mingtang asked A Bing: "The number of people who eat morning food every day is..."

   "Ms. Wen only needs to count the prisoners in the prison!" A Bing thought for a while, and said, "Generally speaking, those adults don't come to eat court food, and the guards in the prison don't come very often."

  The Dali Temple chef's seat is really a cold one,

  Wen Mingtang nodded, and asked again: "What about you?"

  What about the public cook and the servants in the yamen?

  A Bing smiled, and pointed out: "Not far from the yamen is Fangshi. There are many shops for breakfast in the morning, and everyone rarely comes here."

  Wen Mingtang heard this, thought for a while, and said: "Then I will do more besides the prisoner's... Uh, five or six copies are ready."

  The little **** the side heard the words, but murmured: "Master Wen is actually not prepared, and the extra preparations for the morning meal are poured out to Master Swill."

  Wen Mingtang couldn't help but touch his forehead after listening to a sentence: It seems that the court food of the public chef of Dali Temple is really unpopular!

  But as a public chef, you can't ask someone to come here for nothing. This should be prepared.

  After knowing what he knew, Wen Mingtang left the warehouse. Looking at the flour and seasonings that Wen Mingtang received, Ji Caimai, who came to lock the door, shook his head slightly.

Make bricks without straw! Even an experienced teacher might not be able to make any tricks in this situation, let alone this girl who is not yet old enough.

   So what if it came from the imperial dining room in the palace? There are only a few types of morning food patterns.

   Asked casually what Wen Mingtang was going to do. After hearing that she was going to make noodles, Ji Caimai nodded, turned and left without asking any further questions.

  The position of the cook chef is a dispensable position in the public kitchen of Dali Temple. As long as the new cook doesn’t make any fuss, if she stays for half a year or a year, no one will come to find fault with her.

  So... it can be regarded as an explanation with Master Jiang.

  Wen Mingtang's first day at Dali Temple's public kitchen ended quietly.

  At night, lying in the dormitory assigned to her by the Yamen of Dali Temple, Wen Mingtang soon fell into a deep sleep.

  Although the public chef of Dali Temple is avoided by all the cooks in the capital, there are benefits of having fewer people. One person gets one room, which avoids disputes caused by living with the same person due to different living habits.

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  The next day, the sky was still dark, and the entire yamen of Dali Temple was silent, except for the three figures in the yamen kitchen who were already busy.

   After a night, after cleaning and wiping the kitchen stove, and scalding the bowls and chopsticks with boiling hot water, Wen Mingtang started to do it.

  With such a sophisticated look, the little girl and A Bing nodded repeatedly: No matter how skilled Master Wen is, the things he makes are supposed to be clean, at least they won’t cause diarrhea after eating.

   Making noodles is first of all kneading and kneading.

   "Ah Bing, Tangyuan, how about you two try it?" Wen Mingtang stopped at the step of waking up, and said to the two with a smile.

  A Bing's surname is Jiang, and his first name is Xiao Bing. Just by hearing the surname, you can tell that A Bing and Old Man Jiang are indeed related.

  As for that little girl, her surname is Yuan, and her single name is Xiao. Her father, Yuan Datou, is a driver of the Yamen of Dali Temple, and she can occasionally say a few words in front of those adults. Because Yuan Xiao has the same name as "Yuanxiao", people in this yamen also called this little girl Tangyuan.

  Although Jiang Laoshou cheated her a lot, he was really unambiguous in choosing her assistant.

   Both of them are diligent and smart.

  Kneading and kneading the noodles is not a difficult task for A Bing and the glutinous rice **** who are doing odd jobs in the public kitchen. The flour is mixed with water to form flocs, then kneaded into **** and put aside to wake up.

   After the noodles are almost awake, it is time to start making noodles.

  Watching Wen Mingtang flatten the dough, then pull it apart one by one, and then tear it apart from the middle before putting it into the pan.

   Both of them were taken aback, and couldn't help being surprised: "Master Wen, what kind of noodles are you making?" How is it different from what Master Wang and Master Sun made?

  Master Wang and Master Sun mostly roll out the dough and then cut it with a knife. How can it be as troublesome as Master Wen?

   "This is ramen." Wen Mingtang said, looking at the ramen floating in the pot, he fished it up with a strainer when he saw that it was almost done.

  A Bing and Tang Yuan were taken aback when they saw this, and turned their backs quickly.

  Although they are not very old, they have been in this public kitchen office for two years and know the rules.

  These masters pay great attention to the "secret recipe" when cooking, and they are not allowed to peek. At first, there was an ignorant handyman who annoyed Master Wang and Master Sun by asking "Do you want to add oil?" yamen.

"Turn around for what?" Wen Mingtang couldn't help laughing when he saw the actions of the two of them, and called them to turn around, she said, "You guys have to learn to cook with me, Otherwise, how can you help me?"

  The two of them were immediately excited after what they said: Master Wen, does this mean that he is willing to teach them? This is a craft. If you really learn how to go, you will not be hungry to death. It is much better than a handyman who can only do odd jobs.

  While speaking, Wen Mingtang had already added spices such as salt, sauce, vinegar, peanuts, minced garlic, minced green onion, and chili powder one by one, and finally poured a spoonful of hot oil on it.

When the hot oil collides with the pulled noodles and various spices, a large number of oil bubbles pop out immediately. With the sound of "Zi La Zi La", the aromas of oil, spicy, noodle and various spices are aroused all at once. .

  A Bing and Tangyuan on the side immediately swallowed their saliva, looked at the bowl of ready-made noodles in front of them, and the two couldn't help exclaiming: "This is too delicious!"

  (end of this chapter)