MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room-Chapter 34 Meat floss (2)

  Chapter 34 Meat Floss (2)

  A few pieces of meat were hung beside the wooden barrel where the glutinous rice was placed, all of which were lean pork meat with no trace of fat.

"Master Wen, take it for your own use!" Ji Caimai pointed to the pieces of meat and said to Wen Mingtang, and then said, "The vegetables on the Zhuangzi have not been delivered yet, you can come to the warehouse to pick up the food and ingredients later, and the vegetables will be attached by then Take it together!"

   After saying this, Ji Caimai slashed hard at Master Wang, who was poking around. Obviously, he hadn't scolded Master Wang enough, and he still wanted to continue beating.

  Wen Mingtang responded when he heard the words, and did not stay to watch Master Wang being trained. Instead, he took the lean meat and returned to the public kitchen with A Bing and glutinous rice balls.

  After returning to the public kitchen, Ah Bing couldn't wait to speak out, he said excitedly: "It's really useful to save a few pumpkin pancakes for Ji Caimai, but today I made Master Wang spit out the meat!"

  Although this meal can be served with or without meat, it’s better than nothing! What's more, Master Wen's usual morning food is so delicious, this meat is supposed to come to Master Wen's hands, there are more tricks!

  Wen Mingtang just smiled when he heard the words, and said: "This meat is a coincidence, and tomorrow's morning food can be used."

  As soon as Ming'er's morning food was mentioned, Ah Bing and Tangyuan's saliva almost flowed down, and asked Wen Mingtang what Ming'er's morning food was.

  Wen Mingtang made a fool of himself, only saying that the meat must be disposed of first.

   After finishing speaking, wash and dice the meat, put it in the pot and cook it.

  This way of cooking meat is so common, A Bing and Tangyuan looked at it for a while, but couldn't stand it anymore.

   Just when Tangyuan’s father’s carriage entered the gate of Dali Temple, the axle got stuck in the door frame, so the two went over to help.

   Helped pull a carriage, but when they came back, the two were dumbfounded. But seeing that the pot of boiled meat just now was put into a white cloth bag at this time, Wen Mingtang was knocking through the cloth bag with a rolling pin in his hand.

  This practice has never been seen before.

  The two immediately gathered around, watching Wen Mingtang beating the meat curiously. After watching for a while, A Bing couldn't help asking: "Master Wen, what are you doing?"

  Wen Mingtang said: "Meat floss."

The method of meat floss is not difficult to say, but it takes some effort and effort. After breaking the cooked meat along the texture through a cloth bag, put it into the pot, add salt, sugar, sauce, etc. Sauce, fry back and forth.

   This is a job that tests patience and strength. Wen Mingtang handed the shovel into A Bing's hand, and watched the water in the shredded meat in the pot being gradually roasted, gradually shrunk to a golden color, and the shape became cotton-like flocculent, and then he removed the pot from the stove. Move it away, sprinkle cooked sesame seeds and mix it with golden flocculent meat floss, fry it for a while, and serve it out.

  A Bing and Tangyuan, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at Wen Mingtang hurriedly, but Wen Mingtang said: "Wait a minute, send some to buy with Ji Cai first."

   After finishing speaking, he took oiled paper, wrapped a pack of meat floss, and took A Bing and glutinous rice **** to find Ji Cai to buy.

   While making meat floss, Master Wang has disappeared, probably after being reprimanded and left. Ji Caimai is sitting at the door of the warehouse, looking at the glutinous rice in the wooden barrel beside him, with a sad expression on his face.

   "Ji Caimai." Wen Mingtang walked over, called him, handed over the oiled paper bag, and said, "I made some meat floss from the meat just now, and I bought it from Ji Caimai to try."

  Ji Caimai didn't have any intention of eating snacks at first, but he heard her say "meat floss". He had never eaten this thing called "meat floss", so he couldn't help but look at it curiously.

  Even if this thing called "meat floss" is wrapped in an oiled paper bag, the aroma of "meat floss" can already be smelled through the oiled paper bag. The fresh aroma of pork meat seems to be mixed with a strong sesame aroma.

   This thing is called "meat", but he has never seen such a light weight of meat, and the tentacle feels so strange.

  Ji Caimai finally couldn't hold back and opened it to take a look. After seeing it, he was even more stunned: This golden yellow like cotton wool is called meat floss?

  Without the cover of the oiled paper, the fragrance is even more tangy. Looking at the "meat floss" with sesame seeds mixed in it, Ji Caimai couldn't hold back, and squeezed a handful into his mouth.

  At the moment of entrance, the expression on Ji Caimai's face suddenly brightened: Although it doesn't look like meat on the outside, it is indeed pork meat after the entrance. It seems that all the essence of a large piece of pork has been condensed. The salty and sweet pork meat mixed with the aroma of sesame seeds pours into the tip of the tongue. The taste is different from the general large piece of pork meat. The tough taste, Ji Caimai can guarantee that even the imperial dining room in the palace has never seen it.

  Meat is supposed to be used as a staple food, but now this one called "meat floss" is obviously also excellent as a snack.

Even though Gu Nian still had the consciousness of "holding water", Ji Caimai couldn't help but squeeze a pinch more into his mouth, and then coughed dryly while savoring the salty and sweet fragrance on the tip of his tongue, saying: "Zhuangzili I brought some vegetables and eggs over, and the eggs are very good, with a big yellow core, which may be useful for cooking.”

  Wen Mingtang saw the eggs in the small dustpan, and they were really good as Ji Caimai said. After finishing the eggs, she paused for a moment on the small jar of pickled vegetables, and asked Ji Caimai: "What is the pickled vegetable that Zhuangzi sent today? Is it the same as last time?"

  Wen Mingtang was very satisfied with the taste of the pickled cabbage used to make salty soy milk. This time, seeing another pot, he couldn't help but ask.

  Ji Caimai said: "It's different from the salty one last time, this time it's sour, it's sour and spicy cowpea."

  Wen Mingtang said "Oh", and under Ji Caimai's gaze, he pointed to the jar of eggs and pickles and said to Ji Caimai: "Then I will take this jar of cowpeas and eggs away from my morning meal tomorrow."

  Ji Caimai said "hmm", but Wen Mingtang looked at the bucket of glutinous rice next to him again, and asked, "What's the matter? Are you going to use glutinous rice? To make glutinous rice porridge at Minger Chaoshi?"

   Master Wen has already tasted the level of porridge cooking today, and he did a good job. But there are many people who can cook porridge well, and his wife can cook it very well!

  Originally thinking about Master Wen’s morning meal was to try to make something new, but now guessing that Wen Mingtang will make the common glutinous rice porridge, Ji Cai’s interest in buying it suddenly dropped, and he couldn’t help muttering in his heart: So, tomorrow, I don’t have to get up early and come over to eat the morning meal.

   Just as he was thinking like this, Wen Mingtang's voice sounded: "It's not that I want to make glutinous rice porridge."

  The girl said: "It's a pity that this glutinous rice is poured out. Ji Cai bought it for me! I'll eat it tomorrow and make rice balls."

  Ji Caimai, who had lost interest in one sentence, suddenly became interested: "I know rice balls, but what are these rice balls?"

  Wen Mingtang smiled, and said: "It's hard to say for a while, Ji Caimai is not as good as coming to eat the food tomorrow. I am the same as today. I will leave a copy for Ji Caimai, okay?"

  The salty, sweet and crispy taste of meat floss still in his mouth, Ji Caimai thought of the pumpkin cake dripping with brown sugar juice in the morning, resisted the urge to nod, and gave a slightly reserved "hmm".

  (end of this chapter)