Wen Mingtang opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.

"Master Wen!"

Wen Mingtang said hello to the little official, turned to look at Ji Caimai who came over, and beckoned to her, and Ji Caimai motioned for her to come out and speak.

Wen Mingtang nodded, and when he walked out of the warehouse, he listened to Ji Caimai: "Fang Cai Zhao You has already told you what happened to you in the noodle restaurant. After saying this, Ji Caimai took a few steps to the side.

Seeing this, Wen Mingtang followed, and when he was far away from the door of the dossier warehouse, he heard Ji Caimai say: "When I was shopping for ingredients in Zhuangzi this morning, I heard about something, and you may be interested in knowing. ”

Hearing this, Wen Mingtang suddenly realized: It seems that the strange reaction of those diners in the noodle restaurant should be related to what Ji Caimai wanted to say.

I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet? It can't be fake, it can't be fake. If the Liyang Mansion is as true and kind as it is on the surface, it will not make enemies everywhere.

Thinking about the reaction of the women in the noodle restaurant and the performance of the diners, Wen Mingtang looked at Ji Caimai, smiled, and said, "Ji Caimai, please speak." ”

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I went to the file storehouse, and when I asked the little official to help out, it was already time to apply. After a trip back and forth, there are obviously a lot fewer people in Dali Temple, except for those who have important matters at hand that have not been done and the errand officers and small officials who have to be on duty at night in the yamen, most of them have already gone back on vacation in advance.

Today, in the New Year, all the yamen in Darong are sympathetic and let people go back to eat the New Year's dinner early to prepare for the New Year.

Wen Mingtang didn't have any personal involvement, so he stayed in Dali Temple as usual. Ah Bing, Tang Yuan and Ji Caimai said hello to her, exchanged a few auspicious words and then went back.

When I came back at noon, there were still a lot of people, and in a blink of an eye, she was the only one left, oh no, Wen Mingtang looked back at the couch in the kitchen and put it on the floor, and Zhao You, who was taking a nap, snoring like thunder, twitched the corner of his mouth: This one is still there.

Zhao You, like Tang Yuan, has also worked in the Yamen of Dali Temple for several generations, and Zhao's father had an accident in the process of arresting the murderer and died in his post. Zhao's mother was seriously ill when she heard the bad news, and she followed after less than a year's work, so her parents left, leaving behind Zhao You, who was only nine years old.

Zhao You has been left in Dali Temple since then, and it can be said that he was raised by the Yamen of Dali Temple. Although his brain is not bright, his skills are excellent, and he is an extremely sharp knife in the Yamen of Dali Temple. At first, he had been following Zhao Mengzhuo, but after Lin Fei came, he turned around and followed Lin Fei to do things.

It's just that even if he always follows Lin Fei, Lin Fei likes to take him with him, but like this kind of New Year's holiday, the family of Jingyun Marquis Mansion has a family banquet, and Zhao Youzi is inconvenient to go over.

Thinking of this, Wen Mingtang couldn't help sighing, glanced at Zhao You, who was sleeping and sleeping, and thought in his heart: If there is no accident in this New Year's Festival, it is probably necessary to celebrate the festival with Zhao You, who is also alone.

Looking at Zhao You, who was sleeping with a thick jacket, Wen Mingtang did not wake him up, but returned to the back of the table.

Although Su Rili is always called the "Ji Accounting Room", Ji Caimai is still very humane inside. There were a lot of ingredients left on the stove, and at first sight, I knew that they were reserved for her to cook a small New Year's dinner.

Wen Mingtang looked at the ingredients left by Ji Caimai and began to prepare the dishes.

There are only two people who eat the New Year's dinner today, and those who smell the smell come over, and they have also eaten the New Year's dinner with their own family, and they can't taste much, but they can be said to be able to make some small pot dishes seriously.

Some dishes are really inappropriate in the public kitchen, such as the hot pot that Wen Mingtang has been thinking about for a long time, this is a pot of eucalyptus, and the excitement and atmosphere of free choice of food can only be made into spicy hot in the public kitchen.

The same is true for this pot chicken. It is true that it is not impossible, but the pot gas and fun of tearing off the cake from the wall of the pot are difficult for the chef to share.

At least, the current public chef can't do it. Wen Mingtang thought that he could cook what he wanted without restriction today, and he was a little excited in his heart.

After preparing the chicken nuggets, greens, red peppers, onions and other side dishes for the pot chicken, Wen Mingtang looked at Zhao You, who was sleeping next to the charcoal basin, and after thinking about it, he prepared two more dishes.

Zhao You was "smoked" by a burst of fragrance in his sleep, although he made a bunk, but two charcoal basins were placed beside him, as if they were nested in the quilt. Zhao You, who slept in the afternoon, didn't know day and night, and when he woke up, he realized that he had overslept during the nap.

looked out the window through the window paper, and saw that it was already dark outside the window, and when it was twilight time, he was stunned in his mind, and reacted that today was a small year, no wonder there was no one in the kitchen of many people at this time.

Yawned and got up, his body instinctively sniffed the tempting fragrance and walked towards the source of the fragrance, but saw Wen Mingtang standing in a frying pan with rice cakes in his hands.

The snow-white rice cake slices are fried with skewers in the middle and fried until golden brown on both sides. Although Wen Mingtang didn't look up, he seemed to know his approach, and said, "It's here, it's just in time to get out of the pot", and then he held the rice cake whose skin was fried until it was golden brown, brushed the sauce on both sides and sprinkled sesame seeds and handed it over.

"Crispy rice cakes, eat two to cushion your stomach first." Smelling the special sweet and spicy sauce, Zhao You took the crispy rice cake and took a bite, accompanied by a "card rub" sound that broke the crispy skin of the rice cake, Zhao You couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "It's really delicious."

Wen Mingtang also took a string of crispy rice cakes, and after taking a bite, he said, "Now that I get up, I will start making a small New Year's dinner." ”

Zhao Youzheng was immersed in eating the crispy rice cake with sweet and spicy sauce in his mouth, and he didn't care about looking up, only "oh".

Whatever Master Wen does, he eats. He is not a picky eater, nor does he have any taboos, he can eat anything.

It's really simple-minded! Wen Mingtang shook his head, poured oil from the pot, poured the prepared accessories and processed chicken pieces into it and stir-fried them.

A large amount of aroma from the chicken and auxiliary ingredients being stimulated by the oil diffused from the pot, but Zhao You, who was beside him, only glanced here at the moment when the fragrance came up, and then lowered his head and ate the rice cake in his hand seriously.

It's rare to meet such a quiet diner! Wen Mingtang couldn't help but smile when he saw this, probably because he was focused on eating, and Wen Mingtang's mind was no longer released, and he focused on eating.

The method of the pot chicken is to fry it first and then pour water to simmer it, Zhao You, a diner, has crispy rice cakes in his hand and does not urge, Wen Mingtang is not in a hurry, and there are only two of them who are diners for today's New Year's dinner, and they do it slowly.

After covering the pot and looking at the fire in the stove, Wen Mingtang began to make cakes.

This cake is the real soul of the pot chicken.

Pinched and kneaded the flour, woke up, cut the dough into small parts, and then threw it into the water one by one, watching the dough thrown into the water sink to the bottom, Wen Mingtang felt inexplicably funny, and was about to laugh, but a voice came from outside the countertop.

"What did you do?"