MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room-Chapter 406 Mixed Gold Rice (7)

  Chapter 406 Assorted Broken Gold Rice (7)

   After eating the broken gold rice, Liang Hongjin accompanied her to pack up the pots, pans and pans that were temporarily made in the palace, and did not take them away.

  The public kitchen does not open the door, and she will come to find Wen Mingtang in the next few days, maybe when these guys will be useful.

Although Wen Mingtang's room is not too big, but except for a few pieces of clothes and a pile of storybooks, he didn't add other things beside him, so no matter whether it's a multi-treasure shelf or a cabinet, it's empty, so there is room for these few things something.

Looking at the empty cabinet and multi-treasure rack, while moving the pots and pans up, Liang Hongjin couldn't help but said: "It seems that you are not planning to stay here for a long time. After living for nearly a year, you also No decorations have been added."

  Wen Mingtang heard the words, and then said: "I only stayed for a year, I don't know if I can stay for a long time... Besides, you also know my preferences, but I don't have to rely on him for the decorations."

Liang Hongjin gave a "hmm" when she heard the words, nodded and muttered "Yes", then put the small furnace behind the bottom of the multi-treasure rack, got up and said, "It seems that when it is not settled down, After all, this small stove that can be carried around is the most worry-free."

  Wen Mingtang smiled, lowered his eyes, and looked at the small furnace that had been used for several years. When Zhang Caimai asked someone to build such an irregular small furnace, how could he have thought that this thing could be used until now?

   "So, there must be a place where you can completely settle down!" Wen Mingtang looked at Xiaolu, and couldn't help but feel emotional.

  She wants to have a house of her own.

  This idea is not only shared by the people of Darong today, but also by most people in the modern society thousands of years later.

  This is probably the longing for home in people's bones, just like trees and leaves want to find their roots, they want a place to take root.

  …

  It was almost Haishi when Liang Hongjin was sent away, and when he came back from the front door, the front office and the central office of Dali Temple were still brightly lit, Wen Mingtang deliberately lightened his steps, went back to wash and rest.

   When I woke up the next day, it was already bright.

  Looking at the bright sky outside, Wen Mingtang couldn't help laughing at himself: If it was a year ago, she might not have time to do this meal.

  Probably because I have been working day and night at Tangyuan for the past few days, and I am quite tired and lazy, so I am used to sleeping in.

  Wen Mingtang got up and washed up, skillfully tied a simple bun for himself, and Wen Mingtang left the yard. When passing by the lobby, there were still many officials and servants walking around in it. I don't know if they had changed people, or because they rested later and woke up earlier than her.

   Originally, he didn't want to disturb them, so he left quietly. When the clinker was about to walk out of the front hall, he bumped into two guards head-on.

   "Hey, Master Wen!" When one of the guards saw her, he immediately stopped to say hello.

  Wen Mingtang recognized him immediately, it was the guard named Tong Zhang, so he nodded his head and said hello, "Auntie tea egg, do you like it?"

   Tong Zhang nodded, smiled, a shy look appeared on his delicate face, and said, "I like it, Auntie wants me to thank Master Wen!"

The guard named Hong Huang on the side originally thought that "I don't exist", but when he heard this, he couldn't help poking Tong Zhang with his elbow, winking and smiling: "Auntie also asked There are a lot of questions about how old Master Wen is and what his temperament is..."

  Wen Mingtang certainly wouldn't fail to understand the repeated hints from the officer named Hong Huang. However, she felt that these had little to do with her, that is, Aunt Tong Zhang didn't care about her identity as the daughter of a criminal official. After learning that she was Wen Xuance's daughter and was still being targeted by officials like Du Lingmou, she would never Focus on her.

  Because he felt it was impossible, Wen Mingtang's face was naturally indifferent, and he still had the faint smile of greetings, pretending not to hear. When Hong Huang's words were almost finished, Wen Mingtang prepared the excuse that he hadn't eaten Chaoshi yet and wanted to go out to eat Chaoshi and left.

   Clinker, at this moment, a voice came from behind itself.

   "Why are you two standing here? From now on, some people in that room will have to go to Zhaixing Tower again."

  The voice was still as calm as ever, but I don't know if it was an illusion, Wen Mingtang always felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable coldness in his tone.

  Wen Mingtang raised his head, and together with Tong Zhang and Hong Huang looked towards the person who made the sound—Lin Fei, only to see that he was holding a half-eaten bun wrapped in oil paper in his hand.

  Fan Ji’s Rougamo is the same Rougamo that Lin Fei snatched from her at Tongmingmen last time, oh no, the house that took it away.

  The public kitchen didn’t open the fire, so he had to go outside to buy and eat. This is the morning food that Lin Fei specially asked Ping An to queue up to buy.

Seeing the three of them looking towards him at this time, Lin Fei glanced at Tong Zhang and Hong Huang. The two of them also knew that it would be inappropriate to delay this time, especially Hong Huang was joking just now, so they agreed. He said "yes", then turned his head and nodded slightly to Wen Mingtang, and then left quickly.

   After Tong Zhang and Hong Huang left, they confronted Lin Fei. There was not much emotion on that face, it seemed to be the same as usual, but for some reason, Wen Mingtang still felt a bit of Lin Fei's displeasure.

   Originally thought that he would also say a few words to her, but he didn't realize it. He turned around and went back to the lobby without saying anything.

  Wen Mingtang paused for a while when he saw this, and then walked out of the yamen.

  Just now, she was still thinking about what to buy for morning food, but seeing Lin Fei eating the Rou Jiamo reminded her that it is not too late, she can go to Fan Ji's gate and line up to buy a Rou Jiamo as a morning meal or something.

  While thinking about Roujiamo, while stepping out of the Yamen, Wen Mingtang never put his mind on the person beside him, nor did he see a well-dressed and talented young man under the crooked neck tree outside the Yamen.

   Therefore, until the "Mr. Pianpian" suddenly walked up to her side and opened his mouth to call "Sister Mingtang", Wen Mingtang was shocked, and instinctively stretched out his hand to touch his waist.

   Fortunately, the soft sword around his waist was cold, and the grateful Wen Mingtang shuddered before he came back to his senses and did not draw out the soft sword to stab it.

   After standing still, he raised his eyes to look at the young master who suddenly appeared in front of him... Wen Mingtang only took one look, and subconsciously avoided him.

  Without him, the moment Wen Mingtang saw him, it seemed that many pictures were forcibly stuffed into Wen Mingtang's mind for an instant, and his headache was about to split.

  Her head hurts badly, Wen Mingtang didn't care about anything else, she just supported her forehead, cold sweat kept pouring out from her forehead, but this person's "Sister Mingtang" voice kept ringing in her ears.

After shouting a few times, the voice that was close at hand seemed to echo the many torn images in my mind: for a while, this person fanned the folding fan in his hand and said, "Sister Mingtang came to the south of the Yangtze River, so she came to the right place." , the scenery here is the best"; for a moment, this person said to "her" affectionately, "You and I have known each other since we were young, and no one can compare to our childhood love. Don't worry, sister Mingtang, I only have you in my heart." , marrying her is just an expedient measure, just for the sake of the overall situation"; for a while, I heard this person say, "Sister Mingtang, don't worry, I have made all the arrangements. Although the princess was born as beautiful as a fairy, she has a poisonous heart, which is not as good as Mingtang. Sister Tang, are you kind? I was afraid that something would happen to you and she would kill you, so I thought it would be better to set up a situation where you fake your death first..."

  As soon as the word "fake death" came out, the veins on Wen Mingtang's forehead popped up, and he subconsciously cursed: "Fake your mother..." Before the word "death" came out, a stern voice came from not far away.

   "In front of the yamen of my Dali Temple, how decent is this young master who is talking about my chef's master?"

The voice was really too cold, as cold as if a basin of cold water had been poured down his head, Wen Mingtang shivered, his dizzy and swollen mind suddenly cleared up, and when he realized it, he realized that Lin Fei was standing At the gate of the yamen, he was still holding the unfinished half of the Roujiamo in his hand.

   His face was not as calm as before, but looked towards this side with obvious coldness.

   And she...Wen Mingtang glanced at herself subconsciously, she held her forehead, and the "Mr.

   This action is really "pulling and pulling", which is not in vain.

  (end of this chapter)