Wen Mingtang said: "The crispy skin baked after a while depends on it, so it is called crispy water." ”

Brush the crispy water twice, wait for it to dry, and then the twilight chef will start eating.

Ji Caimai sat under the porch and didn't move, but pinched two pastries into his stomach and padded his stomach slightly, and said, "Don't go to eat twilight food, wait for this roast duck." ”

Wen Mingtang squatted in front of the row of ducks and looked at it, and after confirming that it was indeed air-dried, he brought the ducks in, and then stuffed the ducks' stomachs with sliced apples, pears and small pieces of soaked steamed buns, and finally sealed his mouth with a small wooden skewer.

When he was sealing, a voice came from behind him: "It's a good technique!" ”

Wen Mingtang, who hadn't reacted yet, only saw Ah Bing, Tang Yuan, and Ji Caimai, who were facing him, their faces changed at the same time, and they looked at the person behind Wen Mingtang.

Wen Mingtang turned around in surprise, but saw an old man with stubble staring at Wen Mingtang's method of sealing the duck and praising it.

Wen Mingtang didn't know why, so he thanked him, and when he was about to speak, he saw Ji Caimai's face dropped: "Old Wu, this is the place to eat!" If you talk nonsense, I'll turn your face with you! ”

The old man who called Lao Wu said "oh" at this time, sighed with a smile on his face, and said, "Forget it!" What are you doing? ”

Ah Bing said: "It's called roast duck." ”

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

"Nighttime." Wen Mingtang said, "It's time for the twilight eclipse." ”

The old man nodded, turned and left.

After the old man left, Wen Mingtang put the ducks in the "oven" and asked Ji Cai to buy them: "Is he?" ”

Ji Cai bought and said: "The servant in the yamen is called Wu Bucai. ”

Wen Mingtang: "......"

No wonder when she sealed the duck, Wu Bucai's praise made everyone change their faces.

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

Wen Mingtang couldn't help laughing when he heard this, walked to the side, took the dumpling wrappers sent by the internal affairs yamen, and after stacking them with layers of oil, he rolled them out with a rolling pin and sent them to the steamer.

Ah Bingtong Tangyuan hadn't seen such a practice yet, and after waiting for the pot on the side, when he saw the translucent white dough, he couldn't help but be shocked: "This is a dumpling skin?" ”

Wen Mingtang said "um" and said, "It will be used to wrap roast duck for a while." ”

When Ah Bingtong and Tangyuan heard this, they subconsciously looked at the iron pimple box, and saw the "duck brothers" who were starting to roast through the ventilated hole, and looked forward to it more and more.

Good food is not afraid of being late, wait!

……

……

Thinking about Wen Mingtang's roast duck, Liu Yuan didn't have much to eat, so he came to Lin Fei with Bai Zhu with the file.

When he entered the room, Lin Fei was sitting behind the table flipping through the book, and Liu Yuan glanced at the cover - "Summary of the Organ".

Liu Yuan couldn't help but sigh when he saw it: Shangfeng really has a wide range of knowledge, and since he studied medical books last time, he has begun to study mechanical techniques again.

Seeing the two of them coming in, Lin Fei looked up at the two of them and said, "Let's talk about it!" ”

Liu Yuan let out an "oh" and looked at Bai Zhu beside him.

Bai Zhu handed the file to Lin Fei, and Lin Fei's eyes fell on the three words "puppet" on the file and 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 taken blindly." It's just that yesterday I saw him hanging there, and I inexplicably thought of the string puppet on the stage, hence the name. ”

Lin Fei nodded "um" and said, "The name is good!" ”

Bai Zhu and Liu Yuan couldn't help but glance at each other when they heard this: Shangfeng has rarely expressed his stance on such a trivial matter, and this is the first time!

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

Bai Zhu began to speak.

"The person who died on the stage is called Fuzi, and he is a miscellaneous servant at the post station outside Chang'an City, and there is nothing special in the past. According to the officials and miscellaneous servants in the post station, although he does not talk much, he is also diligent in his work. ran to the front of the main opera troupe of the yellow class to sing, and deliberately told the post station for a few days off, it seems that he was going to go back. Bai Zhu said.

When Lin Fei heard this, he asked, "What about his family?" ”

"I was about to say this," Bai Zhu's face became subtle when he said this, "He's an orphan. ”

The play sung is called "Zhao's Orphan", and the dead Fuzi is also an orphan, which is hard not to think of anything.

"It is said that he was thrown at the gate of the post house when he was born. It happened that there was an old handyman in the post station, and he couldn't bear it, so he took it back and raised it as a child. When he was older, after the old handyman died, he took the place of the old handyman and worked as a handyman at the post station. Bai Zhudao, "The name Fuzi was given by the old handyman, and he has a good idea and hope. ”

"Except for the fact that he has been running to the opera troupe since last year to ask someone to let him sing, this blessing has always been the same as in the past." Bai Zhu said, "We went to Fuzi's residence to take a look, and there was nothing else except the bed and quilt used in daily life. ”

Hearing this, Lin Fei suddenly asked him, "Does he have any books in his house?" ”

Bai Zhu, who asked in one sentence, was stunned, recalled, 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 hadn't thought of this stubble before.

After a long time, Liu Yuancai said: "I don't know it." On the deed of the post station, everyone else wrote their names, but he pressed his handprint. But if you really don't know, the two of us will go to the post station tomorrow to ask. ”

Lin Fei nodded "um", raised his head, and his eyes fell on the booklet that Liu Yuan was holding in his arms: "But the guest list from the post station?" ”

Liu Yuan nodded and said, "Fuzi started looking for opera troupes everywhere a year ago. I thought about it and asked for a roster of all the guests from a year ago to two years ago. ”

The roster is thick, after all, there are not a few post stations outside Chang'an City.

Lin Fei took it and looked at Bai Zhu: "Where is the longevity opera troupe, what do you ask?" ”

Bai Zhu shook his head and said: "After Fuzi went to the longevity opera troupe, he didn't have much contact with others, and I didn't hear much about the head of the Huang class. The two of us thought it was really strange that Huang would let him go on stage. I wanted to find the Huang squad master today, but the Huang squad master was called to the Huaishan County Wangfu to sing today. The two of us went to inquire about it, and the old lady of the Huaishan County Mansion was indeed today's birthday, and she invited a longevity opera troupe, so she had to come back first. ”

When Lin Fei heard this, he nodded and said, "I know about this, but I don't want to be invited to the longevity opera troupe." ”

"Although the play surnamed Huang is nothing new, it can be sung well, and there are some old fans who have listened to the drama for many years." Bai Zhu said, put a stack of sorted confessions on Lin Fei's table, and said, "Most of the people present yesterday were old opera fans surnamed Huang, and two of them who suffered from heart disease were frightened by yesterday's play and did not save them. ”