She has actually been in love with Lin Fei's casserole in the house where the miscellaneous items are stacked for a long time, and she has taken advantage of this time to make claypot rice, and there are still a lot of foods that can be made in the future.

Dragged the cart of casserole to the public kitchen, Wen Mingtang added a small handful of rice to the casserole, added water and boiled it slowly over low heat, and then went to deal with the cured meat sent from the pile of Zhuangzi.

The fat sausages hung there one by one, and the rice balls watched from the sidelines, saying, "It's like a firecracker for the New Year."

In addition to sausages, there are also marinated bacon, cured pork ribs and a few cured chickens, which are suitable for making a cured claypot rice.

Wen Mingtang blanched the cured meat in the water, and then slice the sausage, bacon, pork ribs and preserved chicken.

Half an hour of slow cooking, the casserole is ready. I have to say that the things in Lin Fei's house are really good, the "oven" used to roast duck last time was good, and none of the casseroles this time have leaky pots or cracked pots.

Wen Mingtang washed the casserole, brushed the pot with a layer of oil, put the rice into the casserole, and taught Ah Bing and the tangyuan claypot rice to pay attention to: "The rice and water should be almost the same."

After adding the rice, the sliced sausages, pork ribs, bacon and preserved chicken are arranged neatly and distinctly around the edge of the casserole, and then the lid is covered and simmered.

Small casseroles are lined up on the stove one after another, looking inexplicably spectacular.

As the heat rises from the small holes in the lid, the aroma of rice begins to spread.

Ah Bing sniffed his nose vigorously and said, "The rice used is obviously the same, how can it be more fragrant than usual?" Is there something wrong with my nose?"

Wen Mingtang heard this and said with a smile: "It's not counting, the casserole is heated more evenly, so it smells better."

Wen Mingtang counted the hours, and put an egg in each casserole before the bell of the twilight meal rang.

When the hour of twilight food begins, when the officials of Dali Temple and the errand officer walk into the public kitchen, the hour is just right, and finally a handful of black sesame seeds and shallots are sprinkled on the top, and the claypot rice is ready.

Ah Bing is not the only one who feels that today's food is more fragrant than usual, and there are many people who sniff their noses and wonder if they have changed rice.

Ah Bing proudly straightened his chest and solved everyone's confusion: It's not because of the rice, it's because of the pot!

Taking advantage of everyone's sudden effort, Zhao You hurriedly got to the front of the crowd, took away the two claypot rice at the front, and then ran away with the casserole without looking back.

When it comes to eating actively, no one can compare to this tendon!

Ran all the way back to Lin Fei and put the casserole with the lid in front of Lin Fei, Zhao You said excitedly: "Lin Shaoqing, I received the first share of today's twilight food, and the casserole was made by Master Wen, and even the rice was much more fragrant than the original!"

Lin Fei glanced at the excited Zhao You and opened the lid.

The hot air dispersed, revealing the true face of the claypot rice inside. Sausages, bacon, pork ribs and preserved chicken are neatly and fully spread on the top, on the other side is a small handful of hot green vegetables, there is an egg in the middle, and a layer of black sesame seeds and a few green onions are sprinkled on top of the ingredients, because the ingredients are so full that you can only see the white rice grains under it from the gaps in the ingredients.

With just one glance, Zhao You, who saw it, began to swallow his saliva.

There is also a small bowl next to the casserole, which contains sauce, salt, sugar and other ingredients to serve the sauce eaten in the claypot rice.

"Master Wen said to pour it on your head before eating." Zhao You, who was looking at the claypot rice and swallowing saliva, watched Lin Fei pick up the small bowl, thought of this stubble, and hurriedly said.

Lin Fei let out a "hmm", poured the sauce on it, and then picked up the spoon on the side and began to eat.

The first spoonful is rice mixed with two slices of sausage, probably because it is simmered with rice, and the rice has already been soaked with a layer of cured meat, and the meaty rice is sent to the mouth together with the salty and sweet, soft and hard sausage, and the taste is indeed extraordinary.

Lin Fei ate a spoonful, and the second spoonful went to dig the egg nested in the middle, and when he went down, the white egg skin was broken, and immediately the unsolidified egg liquid flowed out of it and mixed it into the cured meat and rice.

Lin Fei dug up the rice mixed with egg liquid, the specially prepared sauce was moderately salty, and the rice had a hint of egg flavor because of the egg mixture, he liked this taste very much, and deliberately ate two more spoonfuls, and then spooned it

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Turned to the edge of the casserole.

He had noticed this place earlier, the rice on the edge of the casserole was slightly burnt, but not too sticky, and he could dig it off with a single dip.

The slight crispiness with the aroma of the pot is not as fragrant as the rice, and the slightly hard has a sticky taste, which has a different flavor than the previous one.

The taste in the small pot is amazingly rich, and even the cured meat is not the same as everything, the sausage is salty and sweet, the bacon and pork ribs are smoky, and the preserved chicken is more salty and fragrant.

By the time Zhao You came back after gobbling up the meal, the casserole on Lin Fei's head had already been eaten.

Zhao You couldn't help but nod: I knew that Master Wen's craftsmanship Lin Shaoqing liked it, and every time he got food from the chef, he could eat nothing left. In the past, even in the Hou Mansion, there were few such cases.

Don't see that Lin Shaoqing doesn't talk much, and he never makes things difficult for the cook, but whether he likes it or not, it's all in the rice bowl!

There are also Liu Yuan and others who have no rice grains left, the painted skin eucalyptus is not finished, it is difficult to say whether Zhuang Meiniang is the real murderer, and the eucalyptus will continue to investigate, how can you have the strength to do things without eating?

"Lin Shaoqing," after eating and eliminating the accumulated food, Liu Yuan and the others came over to see Lin Fei, "Then Zhuang Meiniang wants to start interrogating?"

Lin Fei didn't say whether it was good or not, but he got up and walked to the side with people, and the medicine bags piled on the eucalyptus were familiar to a few people, what was it that was not brought out of Zhuang Meiniang's cupboard?

Just as he was about to ask, he saw Lin Fei pointing to the pile of medicine bags that had been dismantled and divided into two piles, and said, "Two kinds of medicine."

One is to replenish qi and blood, Lin Fei had already said it when he was in the study, and the other was ...... Liu Yuan was startled when he thought of the expressions of those students, and blurted out, "It can't be really poison!"

"No poison!" Lin Fei shook his head when he heard this, looked at the medicine bag on the eucalyptus, and said, "There is another medicine, which is a folk remedy that women use to ask for children."

Liu Yuan, who said a word, was dumbfounded, and instinctively said, "Lin Shaoqing even knows this?"

Lin Fei glanced at him and said, "Of course, I don't know if it's useful or not. However, this explains why Zhuang Meiniang and her husband no longer have children."

As for the question of whether the childless is Zhuang Meiniang or her husband's problem, I don't know.

However, for a small family with a small property, most of the time I am afraid that they want to have a child.

The childlessness is likely to be the cause of her marital discord.

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