Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 23 Soymilk fried dough sticks (5)

  Master Wang, who was "highly expected", has already entered the prison with a jug at this time.

   Facing the few servants who were working inside, Master Wang greeted with a smile: "Several servants, are you busy?"

  The guard who was checking the conditions of the prisoners in the cell glanced at him, said "Yeah", and said, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Master Wang put the newly bought wine on the servant's table and said with a smile: "I heard that Sun Dingren borrowed the sugar jar from the morning, but the new cook and little girl had no sugar to use, so she made it in the morning." I ordered soy milk, this has no sugar..."

  Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the guard: "No wonder Master Wen didn't give salty soy milk instead of sweet soy milk! So that's the reason!"

The other guard clicked his lips, and regretfully said: "The soy milk is so well boiled, thick and smooth, without any beany smell. When I just ate it, I thought that the sweet one must be delicious, but it turned out that it was called Sun. It's a stumbling block!"

  Master Wang, who was listening with his ears upright, looked slightly stiff, startled for a moment, and couldn't help asking the guard: "Then Master Wen gave the salty soy milk in the morning?"

  How do you eat this salty soy milk?

   "Yes!" The guard nodded, glanced at Master Wang, and said, "Master Wen's cooking skills are really good, Master Wang, you and Master Sun need to improve a little bit!"

  This "spiritual improvement one or two" actually speaks of modesty. Originally, the three meals were equally unpalatable, but I could bear it. Now, with the comparison of Master Wen's cooking skills, the cooking skills of the two masters, Sun and Wang, are almost like pig chaff. I really don't know how they did it.

   Before Master Wang, who was still in a daze, could respond, the guard waved away the man: "Let's go! I have work to do!"

  Master Wang laughed dryly twice, then let out a haha ​​and got out of the prison.

  After getting out of the prison, he immediately raised his eyebrows: "How do you eat this salty soy milk? Do you want to put some salt?"

   Is that delicious? Or, go outside and buy some soy milk to try?

  As soon as this idea came out, Master Wang felt that he could give it a try. But before going out, I went to the public kitchen of Dali Temple first, went in and said to Master Sun: "Sun Dingren, your calculation has failed! The new girl found a prescription somewhere, there is no sugar, I used salt to make salty soybean milk, and the guards were full of praise!"

  Master Sun, who was cooking, froze when he heard this: "What?"

   "She made salty soy milk." Master Wang said, and then couldn't help asking Master Sun, "Have you ever eaten it?"

"How did I ever eat that thing?" Master Sun shook his cooking hands, added a large spoonful of sugar into the dish, looked at Master Wang, thought for a while, and said, "Why don't you go to the street to buy a bowl? Here comes the soy milk, put some salt and try it."

  Master Wang nodded and said: "I also meant that, you wait here."

  Master Sun gave a "hmm", looked down at the dishes that were being cooked, was stunned with the hand holding the spoon, and asked Master Wang, "Did I just leave out the sugar?"

   When talking, I forgot whether to put sugar or not.

  Master Wang's eyes flashed, and he said, "No!"

  Master Sun said "Oh" and added another spoonful of sugar.

  Seeing this, Master Wang turned around and walked towards the door of the public kitchen. When he stepped out of the public kitchen, he couldn't help but sneered, and then quickly left the public kitchen.

  The noon bell rang, and it was time for lunch.

  Dali Temple officials and servants dragged their weary steps into the Dali Temple public kitchen.

  The dishes on the table are still the same, sluggish. The culinary skills of Master Wang and Master Sun are as stable as ever!

Without the slightest expectation, he ordered today's lunch and went back to the table and sat down. A really hungry servant took the chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the table and immediately took a piece of food into it, and then he let out an exclamation .

   Coming to the public kitchen for lunch every day is like going to the execution ground, which makes people feel timid and can't arouse the slightest interest. Every mouthful of lunch tastes so bad that everyone is listless while eating.

  At this time, someone suddenly heard an exclamation, and the officials and servants who had just put down their bowls and chopsticks to move their chopsticks all looked at the person who made the exclamation.

  But seeing an officer spit out the food in his mouth, he couldn't stop looking for water to drink, and shouted: "What is it? Can this be eaten? It's so sweet!"

   He could eat the pig chaff in the past, why did he spit it out in one mouthful? Could it be that Master Sun, who has always played steadily, can still play abnormally today?

  The moment the guard exclaimed, Master Sun's face turned pale. He instinctively put a piece of food into his mouth with the chopsticks in his hand, and then spit it out in one gulp. His face was pale and ugly.

  God **** Wang Junshan! Then he knew that this old thing was not a good thing, and on the one hand, he agreed to target the new cook to the outside world, and on the other hand, he secretly did not forget to trip him up!

  But before he could curse Wang Junshan, the officials and servants of Dali Temple, who dipped their chopsticks into the vegetables and tasted them one after another, showed bitter expressions, spit out the food in their mouths, got up and left the public kitchen.

   Some of them didn’t forget to sneer when they left, and said to him: “I’ll talk to Lao Ji about hiring another cook later, the dishes you two cook are really hard to swallow!”

  No one has ever come to eat the food, so they don't know that the public kitchen has a new cook at this time.

  The food from the public kitchen was really unpalatable, so I had to go back to the lobby of the office hungry, and sent someone to buy some food from the small restaurant outside.

  For those who have never eaten in the public kitchen, you can also tell them not to go, after all, the dishes made by the public kitchen today are really hard to swallow.

Just throwing away the pen in his hand, Liu Yuan, who was about to get up and go to the public kitchen of Dali Temple for dinner, was stopped by Bai Zhutong and Wei Fu before he got up: "Liu Yuan, Master Sun, who has always been stable in the public kitchen today! Today's performance is unstable!"

   Unstable? Liu Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he said, "Did you perform beyond normal?"

  Bai Zhu gave him a slap on the back of the head, and said, "What are you thinking? Master Sun's ability... can be supernormal? It's abnormal!"

  How can the pig bran-like craftsmanship be abnormal? This undead craftsmanship has already been directly stepped on the ground!

  Bai Zhudao: "I can't eat this meal with my eyes closed. People who are too sweet will vomit! Some people who can't be sweet eat too much sugar. I'm afraid they will go to the doctor on the spot!"

  Liu Yuan: "..."

  At first, he thought that Master Sun's craftsmanship would have no room to fall if he stepped on the ground, but it turned out that he was wrong. Someone's craftsmanship can actually dig a hole in the ground and enter the cellar.

  So, naturally, I have to go out to eat.

  Bai Zhu poked Liu Yuan with his elbow, motioned to the innermost room, and said, "Last time, Lin Shaoqing invited us to lunch, and it's time to go back today!"

  Although the lunch at the Zhaoji restaurant last time was... well, it seems that except for Lin Shaoqing, everyone ate extremely painfully.

  But since Shangfeng invited him, he naturally wanted to invite him back.

   "Go and call Lin Shaoqing and ask him if he wants to go out to eat with us..."

  Before he finished speaking, he heard a voice.

   "No need, adults already have lunch."

Everyone looked at the person who spoke, but saw that the person who spoke was Zhao You, an officer who had just come out of the inner room. He wiped his oily mouth, hiccupped, and said, "Your Excellency, you have lunch. Go and eat yourself!"

  (end of this chapter)