MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room-Chapter 61 roast duck (2)

  Chapter 61 Roast Duck (2)

  Wen Mingtang said: "The crispy skin that will be baked in a while depends entirely on it, so I call the crispy skin water."

   Brush the crispy skin twice with water, and after it dries, Mushi Gongchu serves the meal.

  Ji Caimai sat on the porch without moving a bit, but squeezed two pieces of pastries into his stomach to cushion his stomach slightly, and said, "I won't eat evening food, wait for this roast duck."

Wen Mingtang squatted in front of the row of ducks and looked at it. After confirming that it was indeed dry, he took the ducks in. Then he stuffed sliced ​​apples, pears and a small piece of soaked steamed bun into the duck's stomach, and finally sealed it with a small wooden sign. mouthed.

   Just as he was sealing his mouth, a voice came from behind: "It's a good technique!"

  Wen Mingtang, who hadn't reacted yet, only saw that the expressions of A Bing and Tangyuan Tongji, who were facing him, changed at the same time, and they looked at the person behind Wen Mingtang.

  Wen Mingtang turned around in surprise, only to see an old man with a stubble staring at Wen Mingtang's way of sealing the duck, praising him.

  Wen Mingtang didn't understand, so he thanked him, and when he was about to speak, Ji Caimai's expression dropped: "Old Wu, this is the place to eat! If you talk nonsense carefully, I will turn against you!"

  The old man called Lao Wu just said "oh", sighed with unsatisfactory expression on his face, and said, "Forget it! What are you doing?"

  A Bing said: "It's called roast duck."

   "When can I eat it?" Old Wu asked again.

   "Let's go at night." Wen Mingtang said, "It's time for dinner."

  The old man nodded, turned and left.

  After the old man left, Wen Mingtang put the ducks into the "oven" and asked Ji Cai to buy them: "Who is he?"

  Ji Caimai said: "The clerk in the yamen is called Wu Bucai."

  Wen Mingtang: "..."

   No wonder Wu Bucai's compliment made everyone change face when she sealed the duck just now.

   "I know that Lao Wu can't appear in such a place, and let him say a few more words, who can eat?" Ji Caimai snorted coldly.

  Wen Mingtang couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, walked to the side, and took the dumpling wrappers from the internal affairs office. After brushing the layers with oil and stacking them, he rolled them thin with a rolling pin and sent them to the steamer.

  A Bingtong Tangyuan has never seen such a method. After waiting for the pot, when he saw the translucent white dough, he couldn't help being surprised: "Is this dumpling skin?"

  Wen Mingtang gave a "hmm" and said, "I will use it to wrap the roast duck later."

  A Bing and Tangyuan heard the words, subconsciously looked at the iron lump box, and looked forward to seeing the sizzling "duck brothers" starting to roast through the ventilation hole.

  It’s never too late for a good meal, just wait!

  …

  …

  Thinking about Wen Mingtang's roast duck, Liu Yuan didn't spend much of his food, so he came to Lin Fei with Bai Zhu holding the dossier.

  When he entered the room, Lin Fei was sitting behind the desk flipping through a book, and Liu Yuan glanced at the cover—"Organization Outline".

  Liu Yuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: Shangfeng has covered a wide range of subjects. After studying medical books last time, he began to study mechanism skills again.

  Seeing the two people coming in, Lin Fei looked up at them and said, "Tell me!"

  Liu Yuan said "Oh", and looked at Bai Zhu beside him.

  Bai Zhu handed the dossier to Lin Fei, Lin Fei's eyes fell on the three words "drama puppet" on the dossier and he paused.

Seeing that Lin Fei was looking at the annotations made by the two of them on the file, Liu Yuan hurriedly said: "The name was chosen blindly. It was just seeing him hanging there yesterday, and inexplicably thought of the string puppet on the stage, hence the name. "

  Lin Fei nodded, "Mmm", and said, "The name is well chosen!"

  Bai Zhu and Liu Yuan couldn't help but glance at each other when they heard the words: Shangfeng seldom expresses his opinion on such trivial matters on weekdays, and this is the first time!

  Lin Fei didn't say much, but just opened the file in front of him.

  Bai Zhu started talking.

"The man who died on the stage was called Fuzi. He was a handyman at the post station outside Chang'an City. His past was nothing special. According to the clerk and the handyman at the post station, although he didn't talk much, he was diligent in his work. He ran to Before singing, the head troupe of the Huang troupe specially asked the post station for a few days off, it seems that they were planning to go back." Bai Zhu said.

  Hearing this, Lin Fei asked, "Where are his family members?"

   "I was about to say this," Bai Zhu said, his expression became subtle, "he is an orphan."

The play    sang was called "The Orphan of the Zhao Family", and the dead Fuzi was also an orphan. It's hard not to think of something.

"It is said that he was thrown at the gate of the inn when he was born. It happened that there was an old handyman in the inn. He couldn't bear it, so he took him back and raised him as a child. When he was older, after the old handyman passed away, he replaced him. I took the position of the old handyman and worked as a handyman at the station." Bai Zhudao, "The name Fuzi was chosen by the old handyman. I have good thoughts and hopes."

"This Fuzi has been the same as in the past except that he went to the troupe to ask someone to let him sing since last year." Bai Zhu said, "We went to Fuzi's residence to see, except for the bed and quilt used in daily life. wait, nothing else."

  Hearing this, Lin Fei suddenly asked him: "Does he have books in his room?"

  Bai Zhu was startled when he asked a single sentence, recalled a bit, shook his head and said, "No."

  Lin Fei asked again: "Is he literate?"

  Bai Zhu and Liu Yuan were stunned at the same time, and they had never thought of this before.

After a long time, Liu Yuancai said: "I don't know each other. On the deed of the post station, everyone else wrote their names, but he just pressed their fingerprints. But is it true that I don't know each other? The two of us will go to the post station tomorrow." Ask."

  Lin Fei nodded, "Yes", raised his head, and his eyes fell on the booklet Liu Yuan was holding in his arms: "But the roster of residents brought from the inn?"

  Liu Yuan nodded, and said: "Fuzi started looking for opera troupes everywhere a year ago. After thinking about it, I asked the inn for a list of all the residents from one to two years ago."

  The roster is thick and stacked. After all, there are not a few people staying in the inns outside Chang'an City.

  Lin Fei took it and looked at Bai Zhu: "The Changshou troupe, what did you ask?"

Bai Zhu shook his head and said: "After Fuzi went to the Changshou Opera Troupe, he didn't have much contact with other people. I heard that he didn't talk much with the leader Huang. The two of us thought it was weird that the leader Huang would let him take the stage. I wanted to find the leader Huang today. Yes, it turned out that troupe leader Huang was called to the Huaishan County Prince's Mansion to sing an opera today. The two of us went to inquire about it, and the old lady of the Huaishan County Prince's Mansion is indeed celebrating her birthday today, and she invited the Changshou Opera Troupe. As a last resort, I have to come back first."

  Lin Fei nodded when he heard the words, "I know about this, but it's just that the Changshou theater troupe was invited."

"Although the play surnamed Huang is nothing new, it can be sung well. There are some old fans who have listened to the play for many years." Bai Zhu said, and put a stack of arranged confessions on Lin Fei's desk, saying , "The people who were present yesterday were mostly old theater fans surnamed Huang, and two of them suffering from heart disease were frightened by yesterday's episode, and they were not rescued."

  (end of this chapter)