Chapter 177 Small Pot Rice Noodles (4)

Yu Jijiu held the spoon in one hand and the chopsticks in the other. He took a chopstick of rice noodles and put it into the spoon with some soup. He blew it slightly and put the rice noodles into his mouth.

This thing looks a bit like noodles, but it is smoother than ordinary noodles, and the taste is completely different from noodles. The glistening white rice noodles are slippery in your mouth, and can be broken with a light bite, but they are tender but not rotten. The special texture is something that I have never tasted in Yu Jijiu before.

Yu Jijiu simply loved the taste of this thing called rice noodles, especially the slippery bite in his mouth, which made him feel that eating it was extremely satisfying.

After taking several mouthfuls of rice noodles, Yu Jijiu took another spoonful of soup stock and put it into his mouth. The bone soup is salty and delicious. The minced pork meat stir-fried with sauerkraut is tender and has the unique sourness and spiciness of sauerkraut. It is immersed in the bone soup, and even the bone soup has a unique sourness and deliciousness.

What particularly made him feel special was the small piece of leek. He is not keen on things like leeks. Most of the leeks he eats on weekdays are stir-fried. Occasionally, he also eats some dumplings, wontons, and pot stickers that are used as fillings, as if they are floating in the soup. It’s the first time I’ve seen it.

After hesitating for a moment, Yu Jijiu still did not remove the leek leaves mixed with the chopsticks of rice noodles, but put them into his mouth.

The moment he entered the mouth, Yu Jijiu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and was a little surprised: I originally thought that the leek leaves would have a strange discomfort when paired with rice noodles, but I didn't expect that not only would it not, but it would also have a richer taste. The unique spicy flavor can be said to be the icing on the cake.

Cooking rice noodles is indeed addictive. By the time Yu Jijiu finished eating and left the table, there was not even any soup left in the casserole. Although I was sweating all over the rice noodles, I had a different kind of hearty feeling when I ate them.

As the morning meal approached, Wen Mingtang took his small pot of rice noodles to the dining table and sat down. He chatted with glutinous rice noodles and the others about moon cakes for the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ji Caimai, who knows how to make money by calculating the abacus, said frankly: "Our takeout business is very prosperous, whether it is braised duck products, ice powder, sour plum drink, etc., they are all very popular. There are several teachers in the Imperial College next door. The doctor has come here several times to buy duck products. Master Wen, I thought that until the Mid-Autumn Festival, I could use the take-out wind to make mooncakes in the public kitchen and blow harder!"

Hearing this, Wen Mingtang nodded and said, "I think so too."

However, the Mid-Autumn Festival is still more than half a month away, so there is no rush. Compared to this...

"In two days' rest, I'm going to Lishan Mountain," Wen Mingtang said to Ji Caimai, "The place where Yu will hold his banquet is Lishan Mountain."

When Ji Caimai heard the word "Lishan", he couldn't help but twitch his lips: "I actually chose Lishan..." But even though he muttered, he was not surprised.

"If you're a man of letters and a poet, you will definitely choose an elegant place with mountains and rivers like this. It's not surprising that he would choose Lishan Mountain!" Ji Caimai said, rubbing his chin and said, "For ordinary people like us, this is The delivery of ingredients and so on is a bit far.”

But no matter how far away they are, Yu Jijiu is not stingy with money, so they can do it.

Wen Mingtang nodded, picked up the omelette lying in the soup, sucked up the soup, and took a bite. The liquid egg inside spread on the rice noodles. She picked up a chopstick and put the rice noodles mixed with egg liquid into her mouth. She said: "I haven't been to Lishan Mountain yet, but it just so happens that I can take this opportunity to go there and have a look!"

Lishan Mountain, with its verdant scenery and beautiful scenery, is also known as Xiuling. "Weishui River is white in autumn and Lishan Mountain is red in the evening." Lishan Mountain is one of the "Eight Scenic Spots in Guanzhong"!

The banquet place chosen by Yu Jijiu is naturally not inferior. A few days ago, Yu Jijiu also sent over the guest list together with their preferences.

Wen Mingtang has already made a banquet menu for this purpose, and it just so happens that he can send it to Ji Caimai for a look. There is nothing wrong with the menu. Ji Caimai can find all the ingredients used, but...

Ji Caimai frowned, looked at Wen Mingtang who was chatting about rice noodles, pointed to the name of a person on the list, and asked her: "Is this Wang He the great Confucian Wang He of Shuozhou?"

Although the name "Wang He" is not uncommon, the name "Wang He" that may appear on the guest list of Yuji wine and banquet is probably the only one in Da Rong! When Ji Caimai thought of this, his face became a little solemn.

Hearing this, Wen Mingtang nodded and said, "That's him! Earlier, Yu Jijiu told me about the origins of these people. Although I didn't understand these people, I remembered them all. This Wang and He’s from Shuozhou.”

As soon as he said this, Ji Caimai hesitated. He looked at Wen Mingtang who was lowering his head with chopsticks and pressing the omelette into the soup, letting the omelette soak up the soup. He hesitated to speak.

Wen Mingtang, who noticed Ji Caimai's expression, raised his head and looked at Ji Caimai: "Ji Caimai, what's wrong?"

When Ah Bing and Tang Yuan, who were slurping rice noodles with their heads down, heard this, they also raised their heads and looked at Ji Caimai.

We are all our own people, so there is no need to go around in circles. Ji Caimai looked at Wen Mingtang and said frankly: "This Wang He and Wen Xuance have some issues."

Wen Mingtang nodded, picked up the omelette filled with soup and took a bite. He said "oh" and said, "There are quite a few people who have issues with him!"

Ji Caimai: "..."

Seeing the girl's accustomed look, Ji Caimai couldn't help it. After thinking about it, he defended Wen Xuance: "You're a scholar! It's inevitable that you're a bit arrogant."

Wen Mingtang tasted the staggeringly fresh soup in his mouth and said with half-squinted eyes: "It's really rare for someone as arrogant as him to make enemies everywhere."

Ji Caimai: "..."

I really don’t know how to refute this.

But despite this, Wen Mingtang still asked Ji Caimai: "What is the festival?"

Ji Caimai said: "Wang He and Wen Xuance studied in the same department. When he was in Shuozhou, Wang He was an unparalleled talent. However, Wang He was ridiculed by your father with poems and articles during the palace examination."

Wen Mingtang suddenly realized: "I am afraid that this is the first time that Wang has been humiliated like this since he has grown so big. I think he will be very angry!"

"Isn't that right? Even though he came second in the imperial examination, when has he ever fallen behind others as a great talent? If he was not the number one scholar, he would rather not become an official in the court! So he immediately packed up his baggage, refused the official position and returned to Shuozhou to become a great scholar. Let’s go!” Ji Caimai said.

Tang Yuan, who was slurping rice noodles, was dumbfounded when he heard this: "Isn't it good to be second in the rankings? He didn't even become an official. What's the matter? This is too outrageous!"

After ten years of being cold and no one asked, he became famous all over the world. After so many years of reading books, you don’t want to be an official anymore?

Ji Caimai glanced at Tang Yuan: "How can ordinary people like us understand such a great talent? After your father's accident, he was very angry when he heard that Great Talent Wang was in trouble. Because he could no longer compete with your father, he became seriously ill because of it. One scene. If he meets you on Lishan Mountain, I'm afraid he will drag you to compete in poetry and essays!"

Wen Mingtang spread his hands: "..."

What kind of poetry does she know? It's almost better than cooking or something.

Just as he was thinking like this, Ji Caimai on the other side seemed to suddenly think of something. He said "Ah" and said: "By the way! I'm afraid you didn't know what was going on outside when you went to Yeting. I heard that there was someone." Your father's student switched his name to Wang He after your father's accident, and his name is..."

It's none of her business! Wen Xuance had many students, but the original owner, who was still a child at the time, probably couldn't remember any of them. Wen Mingtang was thinking while eating, but he heard Ji Caimai say: "I remember that the last name is not very common, it seems to be called Xunzhou..."

"Plop!" There was a sound, and the spoon in Wen Mingtang's hand who was ladling soup suddenly fell into the soup. The soup splashed on the girl's face, but the girl didn't even bother to wipe it, but looked at her in surprise. Ji Caimai asked: "Ji Caimai, what is that student's name?"