Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 305 Crispy Rice Cake (1)

   This is the case with the rumors in the market. They spread false rumors, and in the end they became more bizarre and terrifying, and finally gradually moved closer to demons and ghosts.

   Fortunately, they were in Dali Temple and knew the truth of the matter. Feng Shiling's body was intact and had not been made into human meat buns.

Tangyuan rubbed her stomach, licked her lips, and said, "Then you can buy more meat buns when you go back! I thought about it, and the taste of the buns is still good! It's rare to have such a cheap time, you can take advantage of it." During this period of time, eat a few more times when everyone can't avoid it, well, it's the one that Master Wen said... that, pulling wool!"

Wen Mingtang looked at the glutinous rice balls, which vowed to squeeze the wool, and couldn't help but sneer: the wool came from the sheep, and the glutinous rice **** probably forgot that her meal of eating meat buns was not part of the three meals, it was an extra supper, and it was usually Do not eat.

   Instead of listening to Liu Yuan's chat with Tang Yuan and others, Wen Mingtang and Ji Caimai walked out of the public kitchen.

  Public kitchens are not limited to cooking, and chores, large and small, cannot be avoided.

   Every once in a while, we need to check the inventory in the public kitchen warehouse. Those ingredients that can’t be stored for a long time, or that will go bad if you don’t eat them, need to be arranged early to avoid waste.

After counting the rice, flour, oil and grains in the warehouse, rice and all kinds of miscellaneous grains and flour are just supplemented. Since Wen Mingtang came to the public kitchen, all kinds of food have emerged in an endless stream, so the whole grains and miscellaneous grains will not be piled up in the warehouse Eat ashes. Dry goods such as mushrooms are also eaten every day, and they have only been delivered in the past few months.

  After counting the warehouse and checking the inventory in the warehouse, Ji Caimai was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Wen Mingtang let out a "huh".

Ji Caimaixun, who heard the voice, looked over, but saw Wen Mingtang pointing to a small sack in the corner, and said: "What is this here? I never noticed it before, and I don't know what it is. Will it be?" Will it break?"

  Ji Caimai slapped his head suddenly when he heard the words, and sighed: "Look at my bad memory!"

"I forgot the rice cakes I brought back from Zhuangzi!" Ji Caimai said, walked over, picked up the small sack and untied it, pointed to a few pieces of snow-white rice cakes inside to show Wen Mingtang, and said, "A while ago When I went to the Zhuangzi one day, I ran into an old acquaintance at the Zhuangzi, chatted for a while, and before leaving, the old acquaintance grabbed some rice cakes and gave them to me, but I forgot to tell you."

   After all, it’s just a few pieces of rice cakes, so they definitely won’t be used as three meals for everyone in the public kitchen. If it had been before Master Wen came, he would have taken the rice cake back to cook porridge for the court. But since Master Wen came, he didn't want to miss any meal from the public chef.

  So... this rice cake will probably go to waste.

After thinking about it, Ji Caimai said to Wen Mingtang, who was looking at the rice cake and didn't know what he was thinking: "Give the rice cake to Master Wen, if you make something interesting to eat..." At this point, Ji Caimai blushed, "Ahem "He said twice, but he still said, "Give me a taste."

He has seen how Master Wen cooks rice cakes several times. Whether it’s the salty, fresh and soft glutinous rice cakes in soup, or the soul in meat and crab pot, they all make people think of them, and the body fluid in their tongues will involuntarily flow out. .

   I don't know what these rice cakes will look like when they are in Master Wen's hands. Ji Caimai looked forward to Wen Mingtang who responded readily.

   Making rice cakes will not take up three meals, and the small bag of rice cakes has not been touched since Wen Mingtang brought them back to the public kitchen.

  When the evening meal time was about to end, only Liu Yuan, Bai Zhu and Lin Fei were in the public kitchen, and Wen Mingtang turned around and went to the back kitchen.

  After touching the fish all afternoon, Lin Shaoqing, who didn't expect to pick up the guests, would come back to eat the evening meal. After eating the evening meal, he asked the two of them if they had any clues all afternoon.

  Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu felt a little headache, but still bit the bullet, and said honestly to Shangfeng: "I haven't found any clue yet!"

  God, it's not that the two of them are shirking, it's that the case really has no direction at the moment, if not, they wouldn't have gone out of their way to find out if there are any cases like "human flesh buns" because of the rumors in the market.

   But even so, no clues were found.

Lin Fei nodded, and slowly finished the last bite of evening food, put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, looked at the two of them, paused for a while, and then opened his mouth to speak, but heard a burst of "sizzling" in the public kitchen. "Zi" came the frying sound.

  This voice... Liu Yuantong Bai Zhu, who was about to reply, subconsciously turned his head to look at the dark sky outside, and then looked at the messy food tables around him, full of empty dishes.

   At this time, the evening meal is over, that’s right! The extremely satisfied belly let out a "burp" in response.

  How could Master Wen...

A Bingtong, who was originally standing behind the countertop in the public kitchen, ran to the back kitchen when the frying sound sounded. Wen Mingtang watched as Wen Mingtang opened the bag of rice cakes, inserted a wooden stick into the rice cakes, and put them in immediately. Oil was poured into the specially made pan and it started to fry.

As soon as the snow-white rice cake was put into the pan filled with oil, many small oil bubbles immediately gathered around the rice cake slices. There are more and more oil bubbles, and the oil bubbles burst from time to time, making a "sizzling" sound.

  This voice is really hard to hide.

  Looking at the questioning Lin Fei raised his foot, Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu hurriedly followed and walked towards the back kitchen.

The rice cake slices were neatly arranged side by side in the frying pan. Unlike when frying other dumplings, Wen Mingtang did not turn it over as he did when frying deep-fried dough sticks. Instead, he never touched it after putting it away. Until I felt that it was almost done, I lifted the bamboo stick inserted into the rice cake and turned over the rice cake slice.

  Turn over, let the original white side meet the hot oil, make a "sizzling" frying sound, and at the same time let the already fried side appear in front of everyone.

However, I saw that the surface of the original snow-white rice cakes condensed into a light yellow crisp shell when it met oil. A unique beauty that belongs to eating.

Wen Mingtang, who was frying rice cakes, glanced at the group of people who had gathered around her at some point, smiled, and said, "The name of this snack is crispy rice cakes. Ji Caimai sent some rice cakes to me, because there are not many. I won’t be in the public kitchen anymore, I just use it to make some snacks to satisfy my hunger.”

  The ingredients used in this crispy rice cake are really clear at a glance: there is nothing but rice cakes.

   Rice cakes, who has never seen or eaten rice cakes? But for some reason, everyone swallowed subconsciously when they saw the crispy rice cakes still colliding with the hot oil in the frying pan.

Even if this thing seems to be far away from the three words "complete in color, fragrance and taste", I don't know why, as long as I see Master Wen standing next to the food, even if it is an ordinary food, the greed in my heart will be overwhelmed. Hooked up.

  (end of this chapter)