MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room-Chapter 339 Fish Ball Soup (4)

  Chapter 339 Fish Ball Soup (4)

Liu Yuan, who was reminded, couldn't help being taken aback, glanced at the round cup on the tray, and said, "I just thought it was just mixed soup with a lot of vegetables, but it turned out to be not mixed soup." He opened the lid of the round cup and looked at it. He glanced at the fish ball soup inside, said "oh", and suddenly said, "So it's this."

  The soup surface has long been squeezed by the tender white fish balls, and there is still a lot of them underneath. This big round cup is probably full of fish balls, and only half of the bowl is soup.

  Seeing this, Tang Yuan couldn't help but proudly said: "This fish ball was made by A Bing and I yesterday, taught by Master Wen."

  Liu Yuan nodded, looked at the "green and white" soup, and said "tsk": "It looks quite refreshing."

  Compared to other dishes with stronger flavors, this fish ball soup looks fresh and smells, and it is not so overbearing that it goes straight into the nose.

  Only when you scoop up a fish ball with a spoon and bring it close to your lips, can you smell the fishy fragrance of the surimi.

The fish **** made of deboned, boneless and minced surimi are very friendly to some people who are not good at eating fish and are always stuck by fishbone. They can taste the deliciousness of fish meat and save a lot of effort. Throat stuck by fishbone.

  It’s just that the taste of the fish meat after being made into fish **** is different from the original fish meat.

  The deliciousness of the fish is also integrated into the soup. The fish ball soup is not as rich as ordinary fish soup. On the contrary, it is extraordinarily refreshing, but the deliciousness is not inferior to ordinary fish soup.

   After eating three fish balls, I scooped up two spoonfuls of fish soup with a spoon. The warmth of the soup dispelled the coldness. The colleagues who came early had already finished their lunch and got up to leave.

After walking out of the public kitchen, looking at the heavy snow falling outside, the guards who walked outside couldn't help but sighed, and said with emotion: "This day... If I were to nest in the lobby, eating snacks made by Master Wen, surrounded by a charcoal basin How pleasant it would be to chat!"

  It's a pity that when the case happened, they never greeted people. What's more, this kind of weather is more suitable for committing crimes, and it is not easy to be discovered.

  Of course there will be no cases in Dali Temple, but there seems to be some movement in the prison. Liu Yuan, who was eating lunch in the public kitchen, saw several prison guards rushing outside the public kitchen, talking to the guards who had finished their lunch.

   "Did something happen in the prison?" Liu Yuan subconsciously scooped up a fish ball with a spoon, and before he could savor it, he hurriedly put it into his mouth, put one hand on the food table, and got ready to get up.

  Bai Zhu on the side also stopped the chopsticks in his hand, looked at the jailer and guard who were talking outside, and said to Liu Yuan: "I'm afraid I have to go for a while before I come back for lunch..."

  Before he finished speaking, he saw the jailer and guard who seemed to have finished speaking turned around, and the group left the public kitchen yard together.

   Actually... slapped in the face? Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu were taken aback when they saw this, and the lively Wen Mingtang and others who were looking outside behind the counter were also a little surprised, and subconsciously glanced at Liu and Bai.

  Everyone saw the two of them eating lunch here, so why...

Bai Zhu was the first to come back to his senses, he patted Liu Yuan on the shoulder, picked up his chopsticks again, picked up a fish-flavored eggplant, chewed and said: "Maybe it's not a big deal, let's have lunch first! "

   Some suspects in the prison did not cooperate, making troubles, stomach troubles and other trivial matters, the guards can handle them, but they don't need to come forward, the two of them thought so and continued to bow their heads and eat lunch.

  Some things did happen in the prison, but it wasn't that the suspect didn't cooperate.

   Several guards followed the jailer into the prison, and the group went straight to the cell where Hu Siming was. When entering the cell, Hu Siming was lying on the stone bed of the cell, spitting into a wooden barrel under the bed, and the jailer beside him was holding a bowl of dark soup in his hand, and when Hu Siming vomited better, he said : "Drink some more to see if there is anything left in the stomach."

  Hu Siming took the dark soup, drank a few mouthfuls, and vomited into the barrel again.

  This situation... is really like a torture scene.

   "What's going on?" Several guards walked into the prison and asked in puzzlement.

   "Here, look at this." A voice came from the ground.

The guard lowered his head and looked at Wu Bucai who was squatting on the ground. Unlike in the past when there was always a dead body in front of Wu Bucai, today Wu Bucai was standing in front of Wu Bucai. Porridge marks sticking to the ground.

   "It's the porridge that the prisoners in the prison eat in the morning," Wu Bucai said. "This man didn't hold it steady, so he sprinkled some outside. When the mice that stole the food passed by here, they came to eat it, and they were poisoned to death."

  This...is not right! The guard looked at Hu Siming, who was being vomited under the pressure of two jailers, then turned to the guard who called them over and asked, "Did he eat porridge this morning?"

   "Eat." The jailer nodded and said to the guard, "That's why I pressed him to spit out the porridge in the morning."

  But this... is even more wrong!

  Looking at the upturned mouse on the ground, the guard frowned and asked Wu Bucai, "The mouse is pretending to be dead?"

   "It's dead." Wu Bucai glanced at the upright mouse, got up and glanced at the porridge, and said, "If this deadly poison goes on, even a tiger will carry it away on the spot, let alone a mouse."

   In this case, the problem is even bigger! The guard frowned more and more, pointing at Hu Siming who was throwing up, he said, "Is he stronger than a tiger?"

   That's not the case! Wu Bucai shook his head and said, "There's more than one bowl of porridge in question." Then he turned and picked up a plate on the ground, pointed to a little steamed bun crumbs left on the plate, and said, "The prisoners in the prison ate yesterday's food. The leftover steamed buns from Chaoshi’s public kitchen.”

  It was cold, and the steamed buns would not go bad, so they were sent to the prison to be served with porridge as soon as it was hot.

"The steamed buns were also poisoned, those who can carry away the tiger." Wu Bucai glanced at Hu Siming, who was vomiting, with delicate eyes, "Speaking of which, it really is fate! Ordinary people are poisoned by these two kinds of poison." Any one of the poisons in it would have gone down to see Hades long ago, and he was given two kinds of poisons, but these two kinds of poisons are incompatible with each other, and they actually dissipated most of the poison, leaving him with a life, what luck!"

Wu Bucai's tone of voice was fairly flat, but the guards and jailers who heard these words were all shocked in a cold sweat. Even Hu Siming, who was still lying on the stone bed, was shocked when he heard the words, and looked up in astonishment. To Wu Bucai.

  Wu Bu paused for a while after saying this, and then looked at Hu Siming who looked up, and asked, "Who did you provoke to put you to death in such a way?"

   Before Hu Siming could speak, Wu Bu turned around and looked behind him. Seeing that only a few servants were coming, he couldn't help frowning, shook his head and said, "This matter is very troublesome. Call those two ministers over here!"

  (end of this chapter)