MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room-Chapter 17 Oil-splashed noodles (4)

  Chapter 17 Oil-splashed noodles (4)

  Wen Mingtang smiled, and mixed the various accessories with chopsticks. The aroma of oil and ingredients permeated the face.

  Pushing the mixed noodles in front of the two of them, both of them stretched out their hands at the same time.

  Looking at the glutinous rice **** that were a few years younger than him and still a girl, Ah Bing took a deep breath, and retracted his hands: "You...you eat first!"

   Tangyuan looked at A Bing, who couldn't help swallowing, hesitated for a moment, and pushed the noodle bowl: "You should go first..."

"What's so arguable about a bowl of noodles?" Wen Mingtang scooped up the torn noodles into a bowl with a strainer, put in various seasonings, and finally poured hot oil on it and handed it to A Bing, "Eat it while it's hot." Bar!"

  Can't wait to mix the noodles just like Wen Mingtang, A Bing, who couldn't bear it any longer, hastily stuffed the noodles into his mouth.

  As soon as I entered the mouth, I couldn't help but let out an exclamation: So... delicious!

   This is too delicious! At least the first chopsticks made the noodles more elegant and tasteful. By the time of the second chopsticks, A Bing and Tangyuan couldn't bear it anymore, and they started making noodles without a teacher.

   This side is smooth and chewy, mixed with the sauce in the mouth, it is even more refreshing when you slurp it.

   This way of eating is really bold, and Wen Mingtang felt that the noodles in the bowl were even more fragrant for no reason.

  After eating a bowl of noodles, although I feel that there is still something to be desired, but looking at the slightly pale sky, A Bing and Tangyuan knew that they had to start working.

  The inmates in the prison have to make dozens of bowls of noodles, and I am afraid that it will be too late.

   imitating Wen Mingtang's way of tearing up face to face, although he didn't do it very well at the beginning, he was a bit decent in the end.

As for the most important seasonings, Wen Mingtang did not hide it from the two of them, and told them to remember the amount of each seasoning to be added. After all the seasonings were placed on the noodle bowl, Wen Mingtang used the hot oil The oil pot was loaded, and together with A Bing and Tang Yuan, they walked to the prison of the Yamen of Dali Temple.

When they arrived, several guards on duty at night were holding a pancake in each hand, and eating it with eggs and porridge. Looking at the bamboo tubes filled with porridge and the pancakes wrapped in oiled paper, they seemed to have just been bought from the market. of.

   Seeing a few people coming, the guards greeted them, and one of them enthusiastically pointed to the cake that was put aside: "Do you want to eat Chaoshi? The sesame seed cakes bought in the market in the morning!"

  A Bing shook his head, licked the noodle smell that hadn't dissipated in his mouth, and couldn't help but said to the servants: "Brother Cha, Master Wen's cooking is delicious!"

   "Oh, is that so?" Several guards smiled, still eating the cakes in their hands, but said politely, "What kind of food are you making?"

"Noodles!" The little girl Tangyuan rolled her eyelids, seeing the looks of the servants, and knowing that they didn't take it seriously, she helped Wen Mingtang take out the noodle bowls from the wooden cart, and lined them up one by one on the tall countertops superior.

  After the table was arranged, I asked a few servants: "Do you want to eat?"

The guard who was eating the morning food glanced at the pile of seasonings, and only vaguely saw the first-class noodles with chili powder, minced garlic, and scallion. He shook his head and said, "That's no need, we bought the morning food. !"

   There were only noodles and seasonings in that bowl, not even a little bit of other vegetables and meat. Just think about it and you will know how tasteless it will be.

   This reaction is not surprising at all! Tang Yuan and A Bing looked at each other, a look of color flashed in their eyes, and they said loudly: "Then don't prepare it for the poor brother!"

"OK!"

  What’s delicious about a noodle? A few people didn't take it seriously, and responded casually with the word "OK".

  The next moment, the sound of "stinging, stinging", accompanied by the smell of hot oil, chili oil, and various spices was instantly aroused.

The officers who had just finished answering the word "Xing" stopped their movements and looked at the face over there, only to feel that their face was inexplicably changed because of the oil poured on it. Alluring.

   "This... what kind of noodles is this?" A servant couldn't help but put down the cake in his hand, walked to the high table and asked curiously, "Why is it different from the usual ones?"

"This is called oil-splashed noodles." Wen Mingtang said, causing the oil to be poured onto the last bowl of noodles, but before he could explain further to the guards, he turned to A Bing and the glutinous rice **** and said, "Send it over! Tell them to mix well and eat! It won't taste good when it's cold!"

  Even though the prison is deep, chains are hung outside each cell to prevent outsiders from visiting, but the smell of pouring hot oil cannot be separated by the cell.

  The inexplicable fragrance poured into the cell, causing the prisoners who had committed crimes in the cell to stand up and walk to the edge of the cell to look out through the cage.

   I'm used to the unpalatable "pig food" morning food, why is this morning food so delicious today?

  The people who came to deliver the food today are all younger, from a distance they look like a few children.

  When the noodle bowl was passed in through the cage, there was an extra sentence: "Mix well and eat!"

  Hearing the voice of "mix well and eat" gradually went away, a servant suddenly touched his stomach and said, "I really want to try this morning food called Youpomian! Why is it so delicious?"

  Especially after smelling the aroma, chewing the dry biscuits in my hand, I always feel a little hard to swallow.

"I want to try it too!" The other two servants echoed unanimously, looking at the empty noodle bowls on the high table, they couldn't help feeling annoyed, "I knew...hey! I just asked them to keep one or two bowls Try it!"

  As soon as the words came out, the guard who spoke first said, "Actually, it doesn't matter. I'm afraid that the young man in the innermost room who is on a hunger strike won't eat. After this round, there will be leftovers. How about..."

   Several guards were thinking about the time left over the oil-splashed noodles, and Wen Mingtang and his party also walked to the innermost cell with the last two bowls of noodles left.

   After squatting down and passing two bowls of noodles in through the mouth of the lower head, Wen Mingtang got up and said, "Mix well and eat!"

   As soon as he finished speaking, before leaving, a violent voice came from the cell.

   "Don't eat! Take it away!" The voice had the unique timbre of a teenager when he changed his voice, and he seemed to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

   "Tell Lin Fei! The young master didn't kill anyone, and he asked how the young master killed people. Is there a **** person who investigates the case like this?" The boy's questioning voice was full of anger.

  After the boy's questioning, another voice from the prison rang out: "Master, but you haven't eaten for a whole day! Don't you want this morning food this morning? It's delicious!"

  Wen Mingtang was a little surprised when he heard this sentence: In the prison of Dali Temple, can the young master take the servants when he is in prison?

   There was a rustling sound from inside, as if the boy was mixing noodles with chopsticks, and then, the sound of noodles smacking followed.

  Wen Mingtang, who came back to his senses, shook his head, squatted down again, and stretched out his hand to the mouth of the food: She will not force you to eat or not, but it will not be a waste! Since the young master who is in jail with his servant doesn't want to eat it, she can take it away.

   Just reaching into the mouth of the cage, a hand "slapped" on her hand, and then quickly took the bowl of noodles away.

   Immediately afterwards, the voice of the young man with a changed voice came from inside: "There are two people living in my prison, so I have to share two bowls. Why do you take away one bowl?"

  (end of this chapter)