"The two sisters Huang Ying and Huang Li were originally tea sellers on the ship, but they were called on the boat by Zhang Zeduan, and then they ...... "The remaining three maids told the origin of the two sisters Huang Ying and Huang Li.

When they returned home, the family thought they were humiliated and wanted them to commit suicide. Zhang Zeduan bought people in the past at that time, and if he had the money and could get Huang Ying and Huang Li away, their family agreed on the spot. The maid said, "The two of them are twin sisters, and they look and voice alike, and even we could hardly tell each other apart when the yellow oriole was there. ”

"Although Huang Li is a younger sister, she feels sorry for her sister. Every time Zhang Zeduan shouted someone, it was her in the past, and she was the most tortured. Later, once Zhang Zeduan beat people too hard, Huang Li burned all night, didn't survive, and died like this. So, Zhang Zeduan threw people into the mass grave, and we were not allowed to reveal it to the outside world, otherwise we would be the next to die! ”

"Zhang Zeduan is in prison, I can't stay away from him, and I can't report to the official. Huang Ying hated him because of Huang Li's death, and every time she resisted, she almost bit off a piece of Zhang Zeduan's meat, and Zhang Zeduan liked to beat her more and more. The maid said, "In the past two years, Huang Ying seems to have been subdued, and there was less resistance, so Zhang Zeduan let her go." ”

They also thought that Huang Ying had no hope of revenge after all, and their hearts were dead, but it turned out that Huang Ying had never forgotten Huang Li's death and had been waiting for this day.

……

When I walked out of the prison of Dali Temple, it rained. Lin Fei handed over the file of the water ghost case to Liu Yuan and said, "The case can be closed." ”

How to sentence this kind of thing is not up to them, but sentencing this kind of thing should also be based on the overall case, Liu Yuan held the heavy file and said: "Yes! The lower officials will write down the true situation of the case clearly. ”

Lin Fei nodded, then turned to Liu Yuan and said, "Tell Lord Zhao and let the people from the Pingxi County Mansion come and collect the people!" ”

Liu Yuan said "um", and Lin Fei strode forward.

When the people from the Xijun Wangfu rushed to Dali Temple, they hurriedly went to the Dali Temple prison to pick up people, and when they received people, they were about to take people away, but they heard Li Yuan suddenly wring his eyebrows, called the servant, and said: "I want to take away the cook of your Dali Temple chef who makes morning food, you ......."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a voice behind him: "Little Junwang, you should go!" ”

The voice...... He knows it when it turns to ashes!

Li Yuan turned his head and glared at the person behind him with hatred: "Lin Fei, you bastard, what do you care about me?" ”

"No matter who I am in Dali Temple, it is all registered. If the little county king wants to take it away, he may wish to write an excerpt and hand it to His Majesty, and ask His Majesty to approve it! Lin Fei said lightly.

The steward who came to pick up the person couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and hurriedly said to Li Yuan: "Little Junwang, the chef of Dongfeng Building was just poached by us recently, and the chef's cooking skills are first-class, why bother to take away a chef's cook?" ”

Not to mention that Lin Shaoqing obviously refused to let go, did he really want the county king to go to the fold in order to rob a cook?

Li Yuan frowned, and was about to speak, when he heard Lin Fei say: "Little County King, if the responsibility for interfering with the case is investigated......

Li Yuan's face changed suddenly, he stomped hard under his feet, and said cruelly, "Lin Fei, you wait for me!" Then he turned around and walked away with the people.

After Li Yuan left, Liu Yuan, who was following behind Lin Fei, breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and sighed: "Thank God! Finally let this little county king go! He just left, and he even wanted to take Master Wen away, which was too much! ”

The three masters of this public kitchen can only eat the food made by Master Wen, and they are really taken away by the little county king, what else do they have to eat? Of course, if the little prince took away Master Sun and Master Wang, they would welcome it.

……

Wen Mingtang sneezed and walked to the kitchen to see the ingredients for the morning food sent by the internal affairs yamen today.

Ji Caimai, who received the ingredients, looked at her with a subtle expression.

"Ji Caimai, what's wrong?" Wen Mingtang walked over and asked.

Ji Caimai raised his chin, pointed to the ingredients he brought and said, "Take a look!" ”

Wen Mingtang looked over, and for a moment thought that he had seen something wrong. Today's morning food ingredients are exactly the same vegetables as yesterday's serving, pork meat, and dumpling skins.

Ji Caimai pointed to the rules set by the housekeeping yamen posted on the wall of the public kitchen, and said: "Since it is stipulated that there is no duplicate, what does it mean to send the same vegetables, pork meat and dumpling wrappers for two days in a row?" Doesn't it lead people to make heavy deductions for the morning food? ”

Wen Mingtang heard this, thoughtful.

Before she could speak, Ji Caimai said again: "There are no such problems in the lunch and evening food of Sun and Wang. "For two days in a row, the ingredients delivered were very rich.

This rule was set off guard, and it always made him feel that something was not right.

"Maybe it's a coincidence," Wen Mingtang smiled and said, "It's okay, I can't even make this dumpling skin for a few days, let's take a look." ”

Ji Caimai nodded "um" and squinted slightly: "You do your business first, don't let people catch the handle, I'll pay attention." ”

Wen Mingtang nodded, and after returning to the table with Ah Bing and Tang Yuan, he began to prepare for the morning meal.

After pouring the rice into the pot and adding a lot of water to start cooking the porridge, Wen Mingtang began to process the ingredients, as yesterday, chopping the shiitake mushrooms, carrots, peas, pork and other things and setting them aside.

This step is really similar to making siu mai yesterday, so much so that Ah Bing and Tang Yuan couldn't help but be curious when they saw it: "Master Wen, are you still making siu mai today?" The internal affairs yamen is not allowed to be the same! ”

Wen Mingtang smiled at them, shook his head and said, "Put these in the porridge in a while, and make a mushroom and pork porridge." ”

Throw this small handful of vegetables into the porridge, what about the dumpling skin?

Wen Mingtang took out the dumpling wrappers and went back to his residence, and came over with a few sauce jars in his hand.

"What is this?" Ah Bing and Tang Yuan watched curiously as Wen Mingtang opened the sauce jar, revealing the sauce inside.

These sauces vary in color, ranging from maroon mixed with red chili oil, to black and sticky paste, to brownish yellow with a slight sparse yellow.

Wen Mingtang pointed to those sauces and said one by one: "The red ones are called bean paste, the black ones are called sweet noodle sauce, and the brown and yellow ones are called soybean sauce, all of which I made myself." ”

As he spoke, he scooped these three sauces into a bowl in turn, added cumin powder, scallion oil and mixed oil, and waited until he was evenly stirred before starting to start working on the dumpling skin.

Take out a dumpling wrapper, brush it with scallion oil, then brush with the sauce in the bowl, sprinkle with chopped green onion and cover one dumpling wrapper, then brush the scallion oil, sauce and chopped green onion on the second dumpling wrapper, and cover another sheet. And so on, layer upon layer. After stacking seven sheets, Wen Mingtang put his hand away, rolled it out with a rolling pin, and then put the cake made of dumplings into the pot and fried it over low heat.

Watching the jade-white dumpling crust on the surface of the pot gradually turn golden, smelling the pervasive scallion oil and the special sauce fragrance, when Wen Mingtang took the cake out of the pot, Ji Caimai couldn't help but take a deep breath, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "What is the name of this thing?" ”

Wen Mingtang said: "Mille-feuille." ”