Wen Mingtang smiled, and mixed all kinds of accessories with chopsticks, the oil fragrance and the fragrance of the material soaked the face, just looking at the color has already made people's appetite move, not to mention that the fragrance is still running straight into the nose.

Pushing the well-mixed noodles in front of the two, the two of them stretched out their hands in unison.

Looking at the rice balls that were still a girl a few years younger than him, Ah Bing took a deep breath and retracted his hand: "You...... You eat first! ”

Tang Yuan looked at Ah Bing, who couldn't stop swallowing his saliva, hesitated, and pushed the noodle bowl: "It's better for you to ...... first"

"What's there to fight about a bowl of noodles?" Wen Mingtang divided the pulled noodles into a bowl with a fence, put all kinds of spices, and finally poured hot oil and handed it to Ah Bing, "Eat it while it's hot!" ”

couldn't wait to learn Wen Mingtang's appearance and mixed the noodles, and Ah Bing, who couldn't help it, hurriedly stuffed the noodles into his mouth.

As soon as he entered, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation: Okay...... Delicious!

It's also so delicious! The first chopsticks noodles were a little more elegant, and when the second chopsticks arrived, Ah Bing and Tangyuan couldn't help it, and they couldn't help it.

This side is smooth and firm, mixed with the sauce in the mouth, and it is even more refreshing when you take a big mouthful.

Such a way to eat is really bold, and Wen Mingtang, who watched it, inexplicably felt that the noodles in the bowl were more fragrant.

A bowl of noodles under the belly, although I feel that there is still some unfinished, but looking at the slightly dewy fish belly white sky, Ah Bing and Tang Yuan also know that they have to start working.

The prisoners in the prison have to make dozens of bowls of noodles, and I am afraid that it will be too late for them.

Learning from Wen Mingtang's appearance, although he didn't do very well at the beginning, he was a little decent in the end.

As for the most important seasonings, Wen Mingtang did not hide it from the two, and told the two to remember the amount of each seasoning to add, and after the noodles were stacked one by one on the noodle bowl, Wen Mingtang filled the hot oil in an oil pot, and walked towards the Yamen Prison of Dali Temple with A Bing and Tangyuan.

When they arrived, a few of the night guards were eating a cake with eggs and white porridge, and they looked at the bamboo tube with the porridge and the bread wrapped in oiled paper, which seemed to have been bought from the market.

Seeing a few people coming, the messenger greeted them, and one of them enthusiastically pointed to the cake that was put aside: "Do you want to eat morning food?" Yakiniku bought in the morning market! ”

Ah Bing shook his head, took a sip of the taste of noodles that had not yet dissipated in his mouth, and couldn't help but say to a few errand servants: "Brother Cha, the morning food made by Master Wen is delicious!" ”

"Oh, really?" A few of the officers smiled, still eating the bread in their hands, but said politely, "What kind of morning food do you make?" ”

"Noodles!" The little girl Tangyuan rolled her eyelids, looked at the appearance of a few errand servants, and knew that they didn't take it seriously, so she helped Wen Mingtang take the noodle bowls out of the wooden cart and lined them up on the high table on the side one by one.

After the noodles were arranged, I asked a few errand officers: "Do you want to eat a few big brothers?" ”

The errand who was eating the morning food glanced at the yard of some spices, and only vaguely saw that there was chili powder, minced garlic, and minced green onions, and shook his head, and said, "That's not necessary, we bought the morning food!" ”

There were only noodles and seasonings in that bowl, and there were no other dishes or meats.

This reaction is not surprising at all! Tang Yuan and Ah Bing glanced at each other, a hint of pride flashed in their eyes, and they said loudly: "Then I won't prepare for Big Brother!" ”

"Okay!"

What's so good about a noodle? A few people didn't care, and the word "line" casually responded.

The next moment, the sound of "stinging and stinging" oil accompanied by the smell of hot oil, chili oil, and various spices was instantly stimulated.

After answering the word "line", several errand servants stopped their movements and looked at the face over there, only to feel that Er'er's face had become inexplicably attractive because of the oil that had been poured on it.

"This ...... What kind of noodles is this? An errand servant couldn't help but put down the bread in his hand, walked to the stilt table and asked curiously, "Why is it not the same as what you usually see?" ”

"It's called oily noodles." Wen Mingtang said, and poured the oil on the last bowl of noodles, but then he didn't have time to explain more to the errand officer, so he turned to Ah Bing and Tang Yuan and said, "Send it over!" Tell them to mix well and eat! If it's cold, it won't taste good! ”

Even though the prison is deep, and there are chains hanging on the outside of each cell to prevent outsiders from visiting, the smell of pouring hot oil on it is not something that can be separated by the cell.

The inexplicable fragrance poured into the cell, so that the prisoners in the cell who had committed crimes couldn't help but get up and walk to the edge of the cell and look out through the cage.

I'm used to eating unpalatable "pig food" general morning food, how is this morning food so fragrant today?

The people who came to deliver the morning food today are all younger, and they look like a few children from a distance.

When the noodle bowl was handed in through the cage, there was an additional warning: "Mix well and eat!" ”

Listening to the admonition of "mix well and eat" gradually walked away, an errand suddenly touched his stomach and said, "I really want to taste this morning food called oily noodles!" How does it smell so good? ”

Especially after smelling the fragrance, I always feel a little difficult to swallow when I chew the dry cake in my hand.

"I want to try it too!" The other two errands echoed in unison, looking at the empty noodle bowl on the stilt table and couldn't help but feel annoyed, "I knew it earlier...... Huh! I told them to save a bowl or two to taste! ”

As soon as these words came out, the messenger who spoke first said: "Actually, it doesn't matter, the little boy who is on a hunger strike in the innermost room is afraid that he won't eat, and after dividing this circle, there will be left, it's better to ......."

A few errand servants were worried about the rest of the oily noodles, and Wen Mingtang and his party also walked to the innermost cell with the last two remaining bowls of noodles.

After squatting down and handing the two bowls of noodles from the mouth of the bottom, Wen Mingtang got up and said, "Mix well and eat!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could leave, an irritable voice came from the cell.

"Don't eat! Take! "The voice has the unique timbre of a teenager when he changes his voice, and he thinks he is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

"Tell Lin Fei! The master didn't kill anyone, so he asked the master how he killed the person, did he fuck investigate the case like this? The boy's questioning voice was full of anger.

After the young man's questioning, another voice in the prison rang out: "Young master, but you haven't eaten for a day!" Won't you eat this morning meal this morning? It smells so good! ”

Wen Mingtang was a little surprised when he heard one sentence: Can the young master in the prison of Dali Temple still take a little maid when he is in prison?

There was a murmuring sound inside, as if the little guy was mixing noodles with chopsticks to eat, and then the sound of sneering noodles followed.

Wen Mingtang, who came back to his senses, shook his head, squatted down again, and stretched out his hand to the mouth: If she doesn't eat, she won't be persecuted, but it won't be wasted! Since the young master who was imprisoned with a little girl didn't eat it, she took it away.

It was only before her hand reached into the cage that a hand slammed into her hand, and then quickly took away the bowl of noodles.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the young man who changed his voice came from inside: "There are two people living in my prison, and I want to divide two bowls, what do you do with taking one bowl?" ”