Today's morning food ingredients are still the same as the previous two days, and before Wen Mingtang was ready to make egg scones, he slightly processed some carrots and diced meat.

The side dishes made with these two ingredients are also good, but since Ji Caimai brought the ingredients, Wen Mingtang was naturally not polite, and picked up lettuce, potatoes and pork tenderloin from them. His gaze fell on the remaining slaughtered ducks, Wen Mingtang paused, and then looked away.

It's important to make a morning meal first!

The lettuce was washed, the potatoes shredded in hot water, and the shredded potatoes were made cold, and the pork tenderloin was thinly sliced and coated with egg white, salt, and pepper and marinated in a pan and fried.

After all the side dishes were ready, Wen Mingtang began to make morning food.

Take out the divided dough and roll it out slightly with a rolling pin, roll it out into a rectangular shape, brush it with oil, and fry it in a flat iron pan. Ji Caimai was still curious about how to fill it, but when he saw that the surface of the cake suddenly bulged up like an inflatable, he couldn't help but exclaim: "I thought it was an ordinary dough, but it was empty?" ”

Wen Mingtang nodded with a smile, beat an egg, added some salt and stirred it slightly, and then carefully poked the inflated cake noodles with chopsticks, and poured all the egg liquid into it when a hole was poked.

So, the egg really poured in! Ji Caimai smelled the aroma of eggs and wheat that gradually attracted the fragrance after frying, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and when the cake was turned over and fried, he began to add vegetables.

Brush on a layer of Ji Cai to buy bean paste and soybean paste, Wen Mingtang added lettuce, shredded potatoes and tenderloin in turn, and then wrapped the whole cake, wrapped it in oil paper and handed it to Ji Cai to buy.

The freshly cooked egg scones are still a little hot, and even through the oily paper, you can feel the slightly hot touch from your fingertips.

Smelling the fragrance of the egg scones in the paper bag, Ji Cai was really reluctant to let go, and opened his mouth to bite the full of egg scones in front of him.

The first reaction after that was: the eggs in this egg scone are definitely not a gimmick, they are really delicious!

The fried crust is crispy on both sides, and although it is delicious to eat alone, after adding a layer of egg liquid in the middle, it adds a layer of smooth and soft egg texture to the crispy, and the taste is suddenly richer than just eating.

There is always a greasy feeling when you eat too much fried food, and lettuce is the most important layer to reduce the greasy feeling. With lettuce, it will not be boring, and the next shredded potatoes are sour and spicy, which raises the appetite, and after the appetite is maximized, the marinated and fried tenderloin slides into the mouth.

Ji Cai bought food very comfortably, and couldn't help but applaud!

Today's morning meal is still popular, and the morning meal time has not yet passed, and the egg scones per capita have been sold out.

"It's all to blame Zhao You! came over with Lin Shaoqing's face, and received three copies by himself! Liu Yuan, who came late today, grabbed the last egg scones, and complained while praising them.

But Wen Mingtang, who was starting to clean up the countertop, was asking Ji Caimai: "Ji Caimai, can I use this duck?" ”

Ji Caimai picked his teeth, held a cup of wolfberry tea in his hand and nodded: "I brought it for you," he paused, as a foodie's consciousness, he was keenly aware of Wen Mingtang's original intention of asking this, "Master Wen wants to make duck dishes?" ”

Wen Mingtang said: "Today's dumpling skin is useless, and I want to use it, so I asked this duck." ”

What duck dish uses dumpling wrappers? Ji Caimai was aroused again, and asked Wen Mingtang: "What kind of duck dish do you make?" ”

Wen Mingtang said: "It's called roast duck!" ”

Ji Caimai let out an "oh", and immediately waved his hand: "Take it, take it, take it!" ”

Liu Yuan, who was immersed in eating egg scones, heard this and hurriedly asked, "When will Master Wen's roast duck be ready?" Can you leave some for us? He said, with a bitter face, "There is another case, and it is estimated that it will not be able to be normalized in the past few days." As for Master Wang's twilight food, he will definitely be hungry at night......"

Before he finished speaking, he was unceremoniously interrupted by Ji Caimai, who pointed to the nosy rules set by the internal affairs yamen, and said, "The public chef does not provide supper." ”

Liu Yuan's face collapsed when he heard this, and before he could speak, he heard Ji Caimai cough suddenly, and said, "Of course, if Master Wen borrows a public chef's place, it doesn't matter if he makes it for himself!" ”

Liu Yuan, who heard the words, suddenly had a happy face, and hurriedly looked at Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, look at this ......"

Wen Mingtang said with a smile: "You can come to the kitchen in the evening." ”

As he spoke, he took Ah Bing and Tang Yuan and walked away with the necks of the ducks.

Seeing the three of them walking out of the kitchen with a long-necked duck in one hand, Liu Yuan couldn't help but say: "The appearance of walking with a duck in this hand looks quite arrogant!" ”

Ji Caimai glanced at him and said, "If you don't finish eating, you can't be in the lobby on time today, and the little official will remember that you are late!" ”

Liu Yuan, who was frightened by one sentence, was startled, and hurriedly ran out of the kitchen and ran towards the lobby of the office.

After eating the egg scones slowly, Lin Fei took two sips of tea and got up to look for a job.

Yesterday the body had been brought back and the autopsy had been taken over by the servant.

In the past, he was holding an egg scone cake to eat the morning food, and when he saw him coming, he called "Lin Shaoqing", and pointed to the corpse that had been spliced on the table and said: "I don't need to say more about the cause of this person's death, I saw that he was quite pitiful, so I sewed him up." As he spoke, he couldn't help muttering again, "It's really pitiful! ”

Lin Fei let out an "um" and walked over.

In order to facilitate the autopsy, the makeup on the man's face has been washed off, revealing his original face.

Looking at the appearance, but in his twenties, the eyes that were open yesterday have been closed, and after the corpse is spliced together, there is no horror of yesterday, but lies there quietly as if asleep.

Lin Fei picked up the autopsy document written by the boy and looked at it for a moment, pointed to one of the lines, and asked the guy who was eating egg scones: "Does he have a wound on his hand?" ”

He nodded and said, "On the right hand, there are a lot of scratches on it." ”

"Old wound or old wound?" Lin Fei asked.

"It should be a scratch a day or two before death," said the servant, "After all, it is a novice singing opera, and he has to practice swords, so it may be a scratch left at that time." ”

Lin Fei didn't speak, just walked to the right hand of the corpse, raised his hand and looked at the sun.

In the daylight, the scratches between the fingers were criss-crossed, and because they were about to heal, it was difficult to distinguish whether it was the lines between the fingers or the scars.

The sunlight fell on Lin Fei's face, and he looked at the hand, as if stunned, motionless.

He glanced at Lin Fei, and when he was about to continue to eat the egg scones in his hand, he heard Lin Fei suddenly say, "He has something to say." ”