MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room-Chapter 22 Soy milk fritters (4)

  Chapter 22 Soymilk fried dough sticks (4)

Lin Fei turned a blind eye to the young man's clamor, and just glanced at him lightly, saying: "Pingxi County King originally deliberately mentioned the relationship with my grandfather, but Dao Xiaojun King was picky, afraid that the Xiaojun King would not be able to hold on to his hunger strike. Now, seeing the oily face of Prince Xiaojun, I will tell my grandfather when I go back, and tell him that the food at Dali Temple is very suitable for King Xiaojun, so that King Pingxi can feel at ease."

Hearing this sentence, the youthful Qiqiaosheng smoked, and immediately couldn't help but said angrily: "What a fart appetite! Are the lunch and evening meals in your Dali Temple eaten by people? It's just like the morning meals, my lord. Eat some morning food in total a day, where is your face full of oil?"

  Shuangxi on the side looked at the boy, and hastily wiped his mouth at him.

  The young man who reacted belatedly wiped his mouth, and only remembered when he saw the oil stains on his sleeves: Although Chaoshi’s deep-fried dough sticks were delicious, they were a bit of a twist. Doesn’t his face look greasy now?

  As soon as he thought of this, the young man who just said, "It's just like cooking" immediately said angrily: "Did you collude with that cook? You called me over after she delivered some soy milk fritters with her front foot?"

  Lin Fei glanced at him, but ignored him.

In the eyes of the young man, this reaction was acquiesced, and in a panic, he couldn't help but angrily said: "I knew it was like this! I saw it when I was escorted in first! You, Dali Temple From top to bottom, all the females are old women! But the cook who delivered the food to the court sounds like a delicate and beautiful woman, she must be yours..."

  Before he finished speaking, Lin Fei interrupted him.

   "Prince Xiaojun, who speculates about others and ruins people's reputation, is your tutor in Pingxi County Prince's Mansion?"

The coldness in the voice made the young man tremble suddenly, but when he came back to his senses, he immediately suppressed his trembling calves and said with a stiff neck: "If you want to talk about destroying people's reputation, it's also about me and that cook. What are you doing?"

"A woman's reputation is important, but a man's reputation is not important?" Lin Fei glanced at him lightly, and said, "I just came here today to tell you that whether you are on a hunger strike or not, before the case is settled, Don't even think about going out!"

   After finishing speaking, he turned and left the cell door.

  The guards on the side quickly locked the prison amid the young man's curses, and then looked at Lin Fei cautiously.

   Lin Shaoqing's sudden visit early this morning shocked them a lot.

  But since the matter is over, Lin Shaoqing should leave! They might as well go back and eat the unfinished fried dough sticks.

  After all, Lin Shaoqing is famous for saying that there are few things and few things, and he leaves after finishing talking without looking back.

   After waiting for a while, the two guards looked at the official robe in scarlet clothes standing in front of them in puzzlement, and raised their heads, only to see that Lin Shaoqing, who had few words and few things to do, was standing there and looking at the two of them.

   Seeing this, the two of them were taken aback: which one can stand the gaze of "immortal face, Shura heart"?

  Looking at the two people who were trembling in fright, Lin Fei's eyes fell on the faces of the two of them, paused, and said, "Why do you two have the same faces as the one inside?"

  The cursing in the prison separated by a door was interrupted for a moment, and then, an even more furious voice sounded.

   "What is the one inside? I don't have a name, young master? Lin Fei, tell me clearly!"

  Lin Fei ignored the panic inside, just looked at the two guards in front of him, apparently waiting for their answer.

  The two guards looked at each other, and hurriedly said respectfully: "My lord, it's probably because we all ate the soy milk and fried dough sticks that morning."

  He knew soy milk, Lin Fei asked the two guards: "What are deep-fried dough sticks?"

  The two guards made gestures: "Such a long one, crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, but not unusually soft, with some wetness, biting it down, that feeling..."

  After a description, Lin Fei nodded to them to show that he understood, and then strode out of the cell.

  …

  After delivering the court food, Wen Mingtang returned to the dining hall with A Bing and Tang Yuan. The lobby was still empty and no one cared about it.

  Sitting behind the counter, Tangyuan took out the pumpkin seeds she made at home and chatted with everyone while knocking.

  After knocking a handful of melon seeds, Ah Bing looked at the sky, and said to Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, it's almost time, why don't you let me bring back these soy milk fritters with glutinous rice balls..."

  Before the last word "Go" came down, an official of Dali Temple with a food box appeared in the dining hall.

  He seemed to be running all the way, because he was running so fast that he tripped over a couple when he entered the door.

   "Today's Chaoshi called soy milk and fried dough sticks, two servings!" The official said, and walked over quickly while wiping his sweat.

  When he saw the things on the table, the official was also taken aback. He stared at the fritters for a long time before saying, "I've never seen this before. I thought it was a gimmick at first!"

  Wen Mingtang stood up from behind the counter and asked the official: "Would the soy milk be salty or sweet?"

  Although there is only a bottom left in the sugar jar, and it cannot be sent to the cell, but at this time, there are only four or five servings of soy milk, and it can be sweet or salty.

  As soon as the words came out, the official was taken aback: "Is there salty soy milk?"

  Wen Mingtang nodded, pointed to the small ingredients on the table, and said, "Add torn fried dough sticks, dried seaweed, dried shrimp, and chopped vegetables, and then top with sauce, vinegar, and chili oil."

   In just one sentence, it seemed that the appearance of the salty soy milk was directly placed in front of him. The guard was taken aback for a moment, swallowed instinctively, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

   It was A Bing and Tangyuan who answered him and nodded in unison!

  Of course it's delicious, but it's delicious!

in this way…

  The officer thought for a while, and said, "Then two servings of salty ones, two servings of sweet ones, and each with deep-fried dough sticks."

  The joyful A Bing and Tang Yuan who were nodding stopped suddenly.

   When they came back to their senses, the two looked at each other, looked at the four bowls of soy milk and a few fried dough sticks on the table, and couldn't help sighing: The idea of ​​taking something home with you today is gone again!

  Wen Mingtang smiled at A Bing and Tangyuan, and said, "It's okay, there will always be a chance next time, so let's tidy it up now so that the table can be freed!"

   After finishing clearing the table, we came out of the dining hall with A Bing and Tangyuan, and met Master Sun who came to make lunch.

Looking at Wen Mingtang and the others, Master Sun stood in front of them with a smile that was not a smile, and said, "There are more people in the canteen for lunch than in the morning. I will make some sweet dishes for lunch today. So I took some candy in advance, I forgot to mention, so I didn't make trouble for Master Wen!"

  Wen Mingtang looked at Master Sun in front of him, smiled lightly, and said, "No, it's okay!"

  No, okay? After Wen Mingtang and his party left, Master Sun looked at the backs of the few people leaving and sneered: "You are very stubborn! Can you eat soy milk without sugar?"

   At this time, Wang Junshan should have gone to the cell to investigate the situation! He would like to see what kind of "no, it's okay" method of today's morning meal.

  (end of this chapter)