Chapter 138 Crepe Wontons (1)

After the Painted Skin Case was completed, they finally rested for a few days. These days, Liu Yuan and others had a very comfortable time. They read their story books, sorted out the files of old cases, and when it was time for dinner, they went to the public kitchen to have a warm meal.

Food cooked by the chef.

Because Master Wen was responsible for the morning meal, even if there was no case, Liu Yuan and others would come early every day to have the morning meal.

"Even these people who are working on cases have time to rest, but Master Wen's place to eat breakfast is always overcrowded every day!" Ji Caimai sighed, turned to glare at Master Sun, who was huddled in the corner, and took out the copper in his hand.

The basin fell at Master Sun's feet with a "Kuang Tang" sound, pointed at his nose and broke it, and cursed, "Sun Dingren, Wang Junshan is not here, let me see who else can you push it on? I used it for this morning."

Did you bring the pork for the morning meal from outside?"

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. If the pork is not kept in the refrigerator, it will naturally go rancid overnight and cannot be eaten.

The pork meat is gone, and the vegetables and meat from Zhuangzi will not be delivered until later. Although it is not a big problem for the "skilled" Master Wen, this Sun Dingren is really...

"It's true that if you don't fight for three days, you will have to go to the house." Ji Caimai sneered, pointed at Master Sun's nose, and cursed, "I have no ability, and I will do some tricks behind my back all day long! I went to the internal affairs office to report to Master Wen for several days in a row.

Can’t you just pretend that I don’t know what’s going on?”

When Master Sun heard this, his face turned pale and his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

Ji Caimai was too lazy to listen to his lies and said, "You think you are the only one and I have no one?"

After all, it is a purchase that has to be dealt with by the Internal Affairs Yamen all year round. Naturally, the Internal Affairs Yamen handles it frequently.

"I said it's not right for a man like Qinsun Dingren to be so intolerant of a little girl? It's fair to use the little effort and effort to practice the skills at hand!" Ji Caimai scolded, "What? You want to tease me again?

Can someone come and deal with Master Wen?"

When Master Sun heard this, his face turned red and he muttered in a low voice: "I...I didn't..."

"Who are you lying to? Do you want to ask Liu Sicheng, Lin Shaoqing and others to check whether you have it or not?" Ji Caimai said "poof" and cursed, "When the time comes to find someone to prove it and all the evidence is complete, why don't you take the initiative yourself?

Pack your things and leave?”

When Master Sun heard this, his heart skipped a beat. For a bastard like him, who was fishing in troubled waters like him, the job of being a public cook in Dali Temple was simply a job that could not be found even with a lantern. By some mistake, the situation happened.

How could I leave the public chef of Dali Temple who had gone so hard to get in?

So when he heard this, he didn't care whether he disliked Wen Mingtang or not. He quickly stretched out three fingers and swore, "Don't worry, Ji Caimai, I, Sun Ding, will not find anyone to deal with Master Wen..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Caimai sneered.

When Master Sun heard this, he immediately laughed dryly and said: "From now on... I will never mess with anything again. If you violate this oath..."

Ji Caimai crossed his arms and looked at Master Sun. Seeing Master Sun who stopped mid-sentence, he raised his chin and reminded him: "What will you do if you violate this oath?"

It's really interesting to see some people who think about evil things all day long, such as Jing'an in the painted skin case, and the Sun Ding man in front of me. He is obviously afraid of gods, Buddhas, ghosts, oaths, curses, and karmic revenge to death, but he always goes here.

I'm going down a wrong path and I don't know what I'm thinking.

Ji Caimai knew that Master Sun was afraid of this, so he simply asked him to finish the oath here.

Seeing that Ji Caimai was determined, Master Sun had no choice but to say dryly: "If you violate this oath, I, Sun Ding, will be struck by lightning from heaven and earth, and you will not die a good death!"

When Ji Caimai heard this, he nodded, pointed at Master Sun's nose, and said with narrowed eyes: "You said it yourself! If the sky is struck by lightning, you will not die easily!"

As soon as the words "Heaven struck by lightning, he would die a good death" came out, Master Sun was frightened. When he reacted, he saw that Ji Caimai had already walked towards the public kitchen.

Although most of the pork meat was spoiled by Master Sun's "accident" and left outside, luckily there was still a small bowl of pork meat left in the ice cellar.

"I can eat all this pork meat by myself." Ah Bing touched his belly and looked at the small bowl of pork meat and muttered, "How can there be enough for so many people?"

"Whether it's enough to eat depends on what you make." Wen Mingtang put the specially rolled thin dough on the table and said, "Today we will make crepe wontons for breakfast."

Liu Yuan, who had woken up early and came to eat the morning meal, saw Master Sun standing outside the public kitchen with a slumped face from a distance. There was a large pot of pork meat at his feet. He had walked far away and still didn't smell it.

As he got closer, the sour smell came to him. Liu Yuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes and glanced at Master Sun: "Are you acting like a monster again?"

Master Sun: "..."

Liu Yuan was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he turned around and walked into the public kitchen.

Although he left home early, there were many colleagues who left earlier than him.

When it comes to eating, all the officials in Dali Temple refuse to accept it.

So as soon as I entered the public kitchen, I saw people eating the morning meal next to the dining table. Today's morning meal is wontons, but they are a little different from the usual wontons. I heard that these wontons are called crepe wontons.

Liu Yuan glanced at the small crepe wontons in his colleague's bowl and saw each one floating on the soup surface like clouds. The skin was extremely thin and full of wrinkles, which indeed corresponded to the word "crepe".

Through the translucent wonton wrapper, you can faintly see the tender pork meat inside. On top of the soup, green onions, seaweed, shrimp skin, egg skin and pickled vegetables are sprinkled on it, dotted between the cloud-like crepe wontons, the green onions,

The seaweed is slightly black, the shrimp skin is pink and white, and the egg skin is bright yellow. Just one look at it will immediately arouse people's endless appetite.

Liu Yuan saw his colleague scoop out a small spoonful of wontons mixed with soup, green onions, seaweed, dried small shrimps, and egg skins, and then put the soup and wontons together into his mouth, swallowing it wholeheartedly.

The sound of wontons and slurping soup could be heard. The appearance of eating it was not really elegant, but it made people salivate.

Seeing that his colleague had eaten two spoons, Liu Yuan couldn't wait to walk to the stage and saw Wen Mingtang wrapping small wontons in crepe yarn. It was said to be a wrap, but it was actually dipping a chopstick into the pork meat in the bowl of minced pork, and then picked it up.

A little bit, wrapped in a thin wonton wrapper, one pinch is enough.

It looks "perfunctory", but it's done very quickly.

Wen Mingtang was responsible for making the wontons, and A Bing was responsible for placing the wontons. The glutinous rice balls were put into a white porcelain bowl on the side with seaweed, egg skin, shrimp skin and other side dishes. The three people had a clear division of labor. The wonton skin was thin and had little meat, so it was almost as soon as it was rolled in hot water.

You can pick it up with a strainer and put it into a bowl, then pour a spoonful of soup stock and sprinkle with chopped green onion.

When taking the bowl of crepe wontons from Tangyuan, Liu Yuan couldn't help but glance at the bowl of minced pork meat in Wen Mingtang's hand, and said: "Master Wen, you are really economical in using this bowl of minced pork meat! These wontons are the same as dried and eaten with the skin.

What's the difference? Is it the one named Sun who caused the trouble again?"

The trouble was indeed caused by Sun Dingren. Wen Mingtang was not in the habit of taking the blame for others. He nodded, paused, and said to Liu Yuanda, "Don't worry, Liu Sicheng, if these crepe wontons are not delicious, you can come and find me!"

Bai Zhu, who was sitting at the food table not far away, swallowed the last crepe wonton in the bowl and nodded: "It's not delicious, just ask for Master Wen!"

No more nonsense, he is going to get the second bowl.
Chapter completed!