Chapter 29 Pumpkin Pie (2)

Since Master Wen arrived, people have been looking forward to the morning meal every morning.

When he heard the sound of carts outside, the guards ran out to watch today's morning meal.

One portion is the most common glutinous rice porridge. It is cooked soft and glutinous but not sticky. It is obviously not intended to be the star of the morning meal. The real star of the morning meal today is something else.

The officers only took one glance and were attracted by the small, round, golden round cakes shaped like pumpkins. They stretched their necks one by one and couldn't help but curiously asked: "What is this?"

Tangyuan opened his mouth, and a crisp voice rang out: "Today's breakfast is white porridge and pumpkin pie."

The officers were suddenly enlightened upon hearing this, and some couldn't help but nod their heads and said: "The name is really appropriate!"

Look at how small and exquisite these little pumpkins are, what should this cake be called if it’s not called a name?

"Not only is the name appropriate, but the taste is even more appropriate!" Ah Bing licked her lips and said with unfinished content, "The dough is really made with pumpkin, it's so delicious!"

When the officer heard this, he couldn't help but be eager to try, and hurriedly urged: "Then move it down quickly. By the way, how many pieces of this cake can each person get?"

"One person can receive three pumpkin cakes and a bowl of white porridge." Wen Mingtang said, pointing to the pumpkin cakes and said, "The cakes with sesame sprinkled on them are filled with sesame filling, and the ones without are filled with brown sugar and peanuts."

The officers' mouths were watering as they talked, and they quickly and enthusiastically stepped forward to help, bringing in the porridge and pumpkin cakes.

After the servants finished picking their portions, Wen Mingtang took Ah Bing and the glutinous rice balls to deliver the court food.

Everyone can get a bowl of white porridge with three pumpkin cakes. Wen Mingtang and others delivered the food in turn. When they were delivered to the last cell, A Bing stood up and said to Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, let me do it!"

The master and servant in the last cell are really troublesome. Yesterday they even grabbed Master Wen's hand. Fortunately, no problem was found. Otherwise, how would we prepare for the morning meal today?

Wen Mingtang shook his head, squatted down, and while looking down at the empty mouth to be wary of hands that suddenly came out, he handed the porridge and pumpkin cake through the mouth.

This time, there was no sudden hand outstretched, and he steadily put down the bowl and plate. Only then did Wen Mingtang let go of his hand. Before he could withdraw it, a face suddenly appeared in his mouth.

Wen Mingtang, who was startled by the sudden face, exclaimed and almost knocked over the plate.

Abing and Tangyuan, who were behind him, thought someone was coming to grab their hand again, so they quickly stretched out their hands and pulled Wen Mingtang back.

In a flurry of activity, a man fell outside and rolled over on his back.

After regaining consciousness, Ah Bing and Tangyuan quickly helped Wen Mingtang up from where he had fallen on the ground, and said nervously: "Master Wen, are you okay?"

Wen Mingtang shook his head, patted his chest instinctively, sighed, and said, "Scared me to death!"

Just now there was a crowd of red luanans outside, but it was strangely quiet inside, as if the air was stagnant.

At this time, when I heard Wen Mingtang exclaiming, "I'm scared to death," I finally had a reaction inside.

The young man's voice was full of anger and embarrassment: "What do you mean? What do you mean I scared you to death? I was born in such a beautiful way! Why are you so scared to death if you don't praise me?"

Wen Mingtang patted his chest: Is this a question of good-looking or unsightly food? Anyone who sees a human face suddenly emerge from the mouth of a good-looking person will be frightened, okay?

As for what the young man looked like, in his haste, he could only vaguely remember his clear facial features. He must have been really good!

Besides, seeing how the young man was shouting in the prison of Dali Temple, this family must be very distinguished.

But even if he is really well-born, how old is this boy? After all, he is still different in age and experience from Yushu Linfeng.

Wen Mingtang ignored him: No matter how loud he shouted, wouldn't he be locked up in a prison? He couldn't jump out through the prison door.

"Let's go!" Wen Mingtang said to Ah Bing and Tangyuan.

Listening to the footsteps leaving outside, the young man inside the cell door bit his lip and remained silent. He couldn't help but turn around and ask the boy beside him: "How was my birth?"

Shuangxi nodded quickly and said: "The young master has the best life, and there is no second one in Da Rong!"

Although this praise is a bit exaggerated, my young master is indeed well-born, so there is no harm in praising him.

The young man snorted, picked up the bowl and cake from the food tray, returned to the cell bed and sat down, grabbed the round cake shaped like a small pumpkin, looked at it, and hummed: "My hands are pretty good.

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After saying that, he took a bite, and then couldn't help but squint his eyes. After swallowing the pumpkin pie in his mouth one after another, he hummed: "The morning meal is also good!"

Shuangxi on the side watched the young man swallowing his saliva while eating the pumpkin pie. When he heard what the young man said, he couldn't help but ask: "Master, is that cook born like a yaksha?"

He couldn't help but touch his still red hands. It was so painful from the beating the cook gave him yesterday!

The young man glanced at him, paused while eating the cake, and said vaguely: "It's not bad!"

What do you mean, is it okay? Shuangxi couldn't help but be curious. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask again, but the young man handed him a bowl of white porridge and said, "Master, I ate too much in the past two days. I will share it with you today."

Just a little!”

Looking at the bowl of white porridge in front of him, Shuang was so happy that he felt like crying without tears: Then he was really grateful to the young master!

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When Wen Mingtang and his party returned to the public kitchen, compared with the lack of attention in the previous two days, there were already some people waiting in the public kitchen. When they saw them coming back, they hurriedly said: "Master Wen is back! Today

Is that the small round pancake for breakfast?"

Wen Mingtang nodded and glanced at the people waiting in the public kitchen.

There were a few cleaning chores who were attracted by the scallion noodles yesterday, and the servant who had been bringing lunch boxes with food every day these days.

The cleaning servants eat their meals in the public kitchen hall, while the servants take out meals.

"Or for three people?" Wen Mingtang glanced at him and asked.

The guard nodded, said "Yeah", already grabbed a piece of pumpkin pie and started eating it. While shouting "it's delicious" he said: "Master Wen can give me two more pieces."

Seeing that he was tall and had a big appetite, Wen Mingtang looked at the remaining pumpkin pie and saw that there was indeed a lot left, so he gave him two more pieces.

After the handyman and the servant left, Ah Bing and the glutinous rice balls happily said to Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, as long as we have eaten here once, we will come here every day and become 'repeat customers'. This shows that Master Wen's craftsmanship is

It’s really good! It seems like more and more people will come to eat the food in the future.”

Wen Mingtang smiled at the two of them, looked up at the person who appeared at the door of the public kitchen, and said: "If this person becomes a repeat customer after eating, most of the trouble for the public chef will be gone."

Ji Caimai, who promised to come for the morning meal yesterday, came in.
Chapter completed!