Chapter 148 Bobo Chicken (1)

When Zhao Mengzhuo heard this, his expression suddenly froze.

After a pause, he spread his hands and said helplessly: "Old Ji, I can't just meddle in the affairs of the Internal Affairs Yamen! Several of the stewards in charge of the Internal Affairs Yamen are old people from Prince Yu's Mansion. If he wants to cause trouble, it's me. There’s nothing we can do!”

Unless...unless something goes wrong with King Yu and he has no time to take care of himself. When he thought of this, Zhao Mengzhuo glanced at Ji Caimai and said, "Lin Fei is looking at that old case, isn't he already helping?"

When Ji Caimai heard this, he smiled and said to Zhao Mengzhuo: "The internal affairs office is really procrastinating."

"Then what's the solution? We are the only ones in Dali Temple who want to serve as public kitchens for take-out meals. The neighboring yamen don't care whether they take take-out meals or not..." Before he finished speaking, Zhao Mengzhuo's voice suddenly stopped and he turned to Shang Ji. Caimai's smiling face suddenly came back to reality, "Old Ji, Old Ji, you are really..."

Seeing that Zhao Mengzhuo had come to his senses, Ji Caimai didn't care. He just pushed the bowl of tea eggs towards Zhao Mengzhuo and said, "If there is more than one request from Mr. Zhao, I would be a bit unbearable even if I want to come to the Internal Affairs Yamen. In addition, King Shangyu is having trouble now, and he has too much time to take care of himself. The Internal Affairs Office may not be able to delay our trivial matter."

Hearing this, Zhao Mengzhuo was silent for a moment, took the bowl of tea eggs in his hand, and said, "Okay! I'll go to the Imperial College next door. The guy named Yu next door is the most picky about the wine. If he can take this sip, , he must be running to the internal affairs office every two days. Compared with the two qualities of patience and grinding, I am afraid no one can compare with him, who has a background of disciplining naughty students!"

When Zhao Mengzhuo mentioned Yu Jijiu next door, Ji Caimai smiled and said to Zhao Mengzhuo: "If Yu Jijiu likes Master Wen's craftsmanship, you can tell Yu Jijiu that Master Wen was originally going to be the imperial chef. , but by some mistake, he was pushed to our Dali Temple."

Zhao Mengzhuo squinted at Ji Caimai, who was smiling like an old fox, and said meaningfully: "Old Ji, you are calling this murderous killing!"

Ji Caimai said frankly with a smile: "If we don't let Yu Jijiu help, the people in the Internal Affairs Office will probably have to delay it!"

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The sun is getting hotter and hotter, and people are losing their appetite more and more.

Yu Jijiu "inspected" the Imperial Academy and saw that all the students were standing straight and sitting there listening to the lectures. Whether they were really listening or pretending to be listening, this gesture was enough!

Well! Fairly obedient! Yu Jijiu nodded and returned to his house covered in sweat.

A basin of ice had been placed in the room in advance, but it couldn't reduce the dryness much. Yu Jijiu picked up the bamboo tube with sour plum drink on the table, poured the last two drops into his mouth, and sipped the sweet and sour taste in his mouth. Yu Jijiu walked to the side and sat down on the soft couch, and picked up a book. He covered his face with the book and began to doze off.

Listening to the cicadas chirping outside the house, I fell asleep unconsciously. Just when I was half asleep and half awake, a unique aroma of tea mixed with various spices poured into my nose.

Instinctively, he took a deep breath, and his originally groggy mind was suddenly pulled out of his drowsiness by the scent.

When he opened his eyes, what he could see was his "neighbor" Zhao Mengzhuo from Dali Temple.

Seeing Zhao Mengzhuo's old face smiling like a traitor in front of him, Yu Jijiu snorted coldly and glanced at his hand.

He held a food box with the lid open in his hand. There were two bowls of food in the food box. One bowl was boiled brown eggs in the shell, while the other bowl was something he had never seen before. The bottom was translucent and solidified, with raisins, small dumplings made of glutinous rice on top, fermented rice with wolfberry, and various dried fruits. They are lined up in a row, and the colors are fresh and bright, making people want to move.

Yu Jijiu sniffed his nose and made a gesture: "What are you doing, Zhao?"

Zhao Mengzhuo put the food box in his hand on the table aside and said, "Bring some food to eat with you!"

Yo, so kind? Yu Jijiu glanced at him sideways, wanting to resist the temptation, but the scent of the tea was so unique that he couldn't help but want to taste it.

Zhao Mengzhuo saw that he kept glancing into the food box, so he pushed the food box towards him with a smile.

Between firmly refusing and accepting the offer, Yu Jijiu chose the latter without hesitation, and couldn't wait to take a tea egg and peel it off.

When the shell was peeled off and put into his mouth, Yu Jijiu's eyes lit up. He swallowed the tender egg white and yolk into his mouth and couldn't help but cheer.

Because it was the first time he tasted such a taste, Yu Jijiu inevitably ate a little faster. Seeing that he was about to choke, Zhao Mengzhuo pushed the bowl of ice powder in front of Yu Jijiu and said, "What's the name of what you just ate?" Tea eggs, this is called ice powder."

When Yu Jijiu heard what he said, he didn't hesitate. He scooped up a spoonful of ice powder and put it into his mouth. It is soft and ice-cold in the mouth, and the sweetness of brown sugar juice melts in your mouth.

As the ice powder enters the mouth, the indescribable sweetness and coldness immediately surge up.

"Okay!" Yu Jijiu said "Okay", but his hands kept moving, scooping up spoonful after spoonful of ice powder and sending it to his mouth.

When another spoon clinked with the porcelain bowl and the spoon was empty, Yu Jijiu realized that he had finished the bowl of ice powder without realizing it.

After touching his belly and extending his hand to the tea egg, Yu Jijiu asked Zhao Mengzhuo while peeling off the eggshell: "Old Zhao, where did you get these tea eggs and ice powder? This is the first time I've seen them! Is there a new restaurant opened in Chang'an City? Where is it? I must go and try it!"

Zhao Mengzhuo shook his head when he heard this, pointed in the direction of his Dali Temple Yamen with a smile, and said: "It's not that a new restaurant has opened, but that there is a new cook in our Dali Temple Yamen!"

Yu Jijiu was astonished after hearing this sentence: "Old Zhao, your reputation as a public chef at Dali Temple is almost the same as that of a fire pit, but you can actually recruit a new cook?"

Zhao Mengzhuo glanced at him and said, "Isn't that...thanks to your Imperial Chef's resignation!"

oh? And such things? Yu Jijiu sat up straight, stretched out his hand to hold the bowl of tea eggs in his arms, and said seriously: "Old Zhao, what is going on?"

The cooks Jiang Laosou and Ding Caimai, who have such superb cooking skills, actually pushed people out? Is this a grudge against him?

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As the sun approached sunset, Old Jiang, who was instructing several cooks in the public kitchen about their work, heard Ding Caimai call him outside the door: "Master Jiang?"

Old Jiang raised his head and looked at him with a frown: This time is the busiest time for the public chef, why is Old Ding here to join in the fun when he has nothing to do?

Facing Old Jiang's dissatisfied look, Ding Caimai pointed helplessly outside and said, "Yu Jijiu is looking for us two for something!"

When the Master Jijiu wants to find someone, no matter how busy he is, he has to put down what he is doing and greet him with a smile.