MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room-Chapter 363 Pork Stew Vermicelli (5)

  Chapter 363 Pork Stew Vermicelli (5)

   Can the matter be resolved by burning the burden?

   Obviously not.

  Wen Mingtang was not so innocent yet, touched the cold soft sword on his waist, and the panic in his heart calmed down. Although it was just a three-legged cat's work, it was his own after all, Wen Mingtang heaved a sigh of relief and returned to the public kitchen.

  Snacks after noon include boneless chicken tenders, milk tea, crispy pork belly, millet rice crust, sugar-fried chestnuts, etc. A Bingtong is already very proficient in making glutinous rice balls.

   Later, the students from the Imperial College who came to buy snacks made rounds of snacks from the public kitchen today, not even a piece of crispy rice or a single chestnut left.

Because of this, the servants and officials in the yamen rushed to nothing, and looked at the group of students carrying big bags and small bags, they were very puzzled: "You haven't had a holiday yet? The Imperial College should be released earlier than me in the yamen! "

  The student who was poking the boneless chicken fillet with a wooden stick chewed the chicken fillet in his mouth, and said, "I have a good memory. Today is the last day of my class, and tomorrow will start."

   "Then why are you in such a hurry for a day or two?" Smelling the tempting scent of the snacks in the air, a servant rubbed his nose and couldn't help but said, "When the holidays are over, I can come to buy snacks every day."

"The prison at home always forces me to wait for the staple food, and the snacks can't be eaten as a meal. The stomach is filled with the staple food, where can I get these snacks?" The students shook their heads and retorted, "Furthermore , It’s better not to let it go during the holidays! It’s better to be at ease in the Imperial College if you’re talking about studying science exams in your ears every day, and occasionally you can skip class!”

  As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted many responses.

  Looking at the distressed students, many of the officials themselves were urged to study by their families at this age. After all, there are not many students who are naturally eager to learn.

The class after noon was riding and archery class, and the teacher who taught riding and archery was the most "relaxed", so it didn't matter if you were late, so these students didn't leave in a hurry after buying snacks. When Wen Mingtang, who was smiling and watching them eating snacks with his arms folded, seemed to have thought of something, he hurriedly approached Wen Mingtang and asked Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, is the takeaway from the public chef of Dali Temple celebrating the New Year?" Why don't you do it?"

As soon as these words came out, A Bing and Tangyuan, who were cleaning up the table behind the counter, froze suddenly, and the smile on Wen Mingtang's face also faded a little. He looked at the young men who were talking: they all had jade around their waists. And other accessories, although their shapes and colors are different, but you can see the flawless and transparent appearance, and you know that they are very valuable.

It is not ordinary people who can adorn them with such accessories at the age when they are easy to play, have fun and break things. Looking at the other Guozijian students who are also from the same background surrounded those young people, faintly respecting them, Wen Mingtang thought about it, and asked the young men with a smile, "Where did you hear about it?"

One of them took the chestnut peeled by his classmate and threw it into his mouth, and said nonchalantly, "I heard what my father and some uncles said! It is said that the internal affairs yamen must set rules for the public cooks of each yamen, and the Guozijian is also in it. The Taoist cook only For the three meals, the ingredients for the three meals in all the yamen will be allocated by the internal affairs yamen in the future, and all the yamen kitchens in the capital will eat the same food. My parents said that it would be strange if they could eat well in this way In the future, I'm afraid that the lunch meal will be ordered to be brought by the family."

  As soon as the words came out, the students on the side responded.

  The internal affairs yamen has such a method of distributing ingredients and managing them together, I am afraid that the ingredients will be greatly reduced. not only that…

"I heard that the officials and petty officials in the yamen are late to work, and they have to eat supper in the middle of the night. They are not allowed to drink sour plum drinks in summer and sweet soup in winter." The student said, glanced at the people here Everyone in the Dali Temple saw that the faces of Wen Mingtang and other cooks, from the cook to the servants and officials who were eating, all changed their faces when they heard the words. Don’t you shake your head? Well, you and the other chefs of Dali Temple are still scolded by the newly appointed chief manager as ‘too many things, what’s so special’?”

  The faces of the people in Dali Temple who were specially named were even more ugly.

  The student who spoke looked at the people whose faces suddenly changed, and showed empathy: "Now... I'm afraid I'm going to fill up the internal affairs yamen, and starve the public chefs of the yamen in the capital!"

  Students of this age are just young and energetic, and because they are born in a wealthy family, they have never encountered such things as harassment and difficulty, so they have nothing to say, and they dare to say it.

  Everyone in Dali Temple had a lot of concerns. Although they didn't dare to speak out like the students, they agreed in their hearts.

Looking at the faces of the people in Dali Temple who dared not speak out, the students seemed to have found a vent, and said again: "Jijiu and the teaching doctor told me to be cautious and not to talk nonsense. If there is no one in the family, Just wait until I’m full and go find them! What a joke! Is this a matter of getting enough to eat?”

  The students who go to Guozijian have rich families and don’t care about the food, but this is obviously not a matter of food.

"I heard that there are people who buy and buy. It is said that if this happens, some people with big appetites may not be full, but the newly appointed manager said, 'If you have enough rice and steamed buns, how can you not be full?' Some food is good in times of famine. , Pick and choose, don’t know how to be frugal and lead by yourself?” The young and energetic boy became more and more angry as he spoke, “So sophistry! The newly appointed chief executive and Jing behind him... Uh, why doesn’t the master set an example? The manager has only been in office for less than a year, and he can afford a big house, and it’s next to our ancestral house, do you think everyone in the world is stupid?"

  The students responded after hearing the words, and after venting a lot, they dispersed and went back to the Guozijian for riding and archery lessons.

After the boys left, a small official wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said, "Yu Jijiu taught the students well, but..." Before he finished speaking, his face turned pale, "How can such things be done?" Yelling?"

   Who doesn't understand such a thing of enriching one's own pockets in the name of unified deployment? It's just that it's the Holy One who solves this matter, not them!

   You can’t go to the Holy One to yell, please take good care of his adoptive mother, ask his adoptive mother to enjoy the rest of the year, don’t do that “quiet skinning”, even officials’ food should be strictly deducted!

  Compared to the worries of the petty officials and the servants, some people are not worried at all.

"What are you worrying about?" As soon as the students left, Zhao Mengzhuo walked in from the outside. He heard the students' "debate", but he didn't think it was a big deal. Li, that's a bad thing! Now that the situation is so big, all the yamen in the capital have suffered, but this matter is easier to handle!" He said, looking at Wen Mingtang, and said, "Hey, Master Wen, I'll come Ask about the Chinese New Year dim sum!"

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  …

   "Boom!" The vase fell to the feet, and the broken porcelain pieces were scattered in all directions, one of which was splashed high, drawing a bloodstain on the face of the kneeling man.

  The palace servant kneeling on the ground didn't bother to wipe the blood on his face, he just prostrated and kowtowed: "This old servant knows his mistake!"

  (end of this chapter)