Chapter 292 Crispy Grilled Pork Belly (3)

In response to his answer, Lin Fei just nodded. He couldn't tell much from the expression on his face. He only raised his eyes and looked around, then didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at Wu Bucai's autopsy seriously.

Wen Mingtang, who was working hard on a large piece of pork belly in the public kitchen, finished "acupuncture" on the skin of the pork belly, then turned the pork belly over and cut it into square lengths and crosses with a knife, but it was not completely cut. Cut off, but stop at the first layer of lean meat. Immediately afterwards, Wen Mingtang put the pork belly skin side down into white vinegar and soaked it for about the time of a cup of tea. Finally, he mixed it with sugar, salt, allspice, white pepper, wine, sauce and other condiments. A portion of marinated sauce was spread evenly over the whole piece of pork belly, and it was immediately sent to the cellar.

Ah Bing and Tang Yuan, who followed Wen Mingtang and carefully memorized every step of the preparation, saw that Wen Mingtang had done this and sent the pork belly to the cellar for drying. He couldn't help but gasped in surprise: "This pork belly is... Is it so complicated to make pork meat?”

To get to this step of marinating is like just getting started, but it has already taken them nearly an hour to get here. Although they were taught how to do it, it took a little time, but even an experienced hand would probably be close to it. It’s been half an hour, and this snack took so much effort!

Wen Mingtang nodded, looked at the sky outside, and said: "It needs to be marinated for at least three hours, so let's make the evening meal first!"

Today's evening meal served by the public chef is the popular clay pot rice with cured meat and hoof flower soup that I had eaten before.

The claypot rice with a layer of oil on the wall of the casserole has a rich texture. Although it is rice in the same casserole, it has more than one texture. The rice in the middle is fragrant and glutinous, and the layer against the wall of the pot has a... Slightly crispy rice crust. Different from the completely crispy texture of millet rice crispy rice, the claypot rice rice crispy rice is only slightly crispy, with a slightly hard texture and a slightly sticky texture. Paired with the smoky cured meat, the whole claypot rice is enough to eat alone. The aroma is amazing, not to mention it is paired with the hoof flower soup which has a delicious and rich soup, delicate texture, and soft but not rotten meat.

The dishes in the public kitchen always have a suitable combination of meat and vegetables. Today, there are obviously a lot more meat dishes in the evening.

Liu Yuan lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really approaching the New Year. There are even more meat dishes in the public kitchen. I think a lot of poultry and livestock were slaughtered in the village."

Seeing Liu Yuan enjoying a mouthful of claypot rice and a mouthful of hoof flower soup, several servants eating not far away couldn't help but raise their heads to look at Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan, who was lowering his head to eat and drink soup, raised his head when he noticed the gaze, looked back at the people, and asked: "Do you think the food cooked by Master Wen is not delicious? Why are you staring at me without eating?" "He didn't look like Lin Shaoqing, how could he be better than the delicious food in front of him?

After several officers took a big bite of the food in the casserole in front of them to show that it was not the food that was not delicious, they said: "Didn't Liu Sicheng categorically say that he would never be able to eat the evening meal when he vomited in the market? ?”

The smell in the swill bucket was indeed a bit unbearable, and coupled with the human corpses mixed with poultry and livestock inside, Liu Yuan, who prided himself on being "well-informed", couldn't hold it back when he saw it. I vomited everything in my stomach, and while vomiting, I shouted, "I'm afraid I won't be able to eat for three days if I go back."

Not to mention three days, there was no time for three hours. When he returned to Dali Temple to eat the evening meal, Liu Sicheng ran faster than anyone else and was the first to receive the evening meal among everyone.

Glancing at the almost empty meal on the plate in front of Liu Yuan, the guard looked strange.

Glancing at the few servants who were admonishing him, Liu Yuan snorted, took a spoonful of the claypot rice in the casserole in front of him, pointed to Wen Mingtang, A Bingtong Tang Yuan and others behind the counter, and said: "It's a shameful waste. ! If you don’t eat, wouldn’t you be sorry for Master Wen’s hard work?”

This is an excuse. Liu Sicheng said that his share of the evening meal cannot be shared by everyone! Several guards shook their heads, but did not expose Liu Yuan's excuse. At this time, they remembered another thing and asked Wen Mingtang behind the counter.

"Master Wen, when I came over earlier to ask about the knives, I saw you cooking the pork belly. Why didn't you see the pork belly dish?" Several officers asked Wen Mingtang.

It’s not that this evening meal didn’t include enough meat, after all, the claypot rice was filled with enough cured meat, not to mention the hoof flower soup.

It's just that the pork belly that Wen Mingtang handled earlier was not seen here, and several officers couldn't help but be curious.

Wen Mingtang did not hide any questions from several people, and said: "It is still being marinated. This thing is for snacks. It is a little troublesome to make."

A few hours have passed now, but the marinating step has only been reached. It seems that this snack made of pork belly is a very labor-intensive dish. Everyone looked at each other, and they were quite interested in this snack made of pork belly. Have some expectations.

It turned out that there was also a snack made of pork belly. Liu Yuan put the last bite of claypot rice into his mouth, burped, and got up. Before leaving, he didn't forget to ask Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, how long should the pork belly be marinated?" ?”

After getting Wen Mingtang's answer of "three hours", Liu Yuan left happily.

Everyone who looked at this happy picture was confused, and they really didn't know what Liu Yuan was so happy about.

After the evening meal, after Ji Caimai and the handyman left one after another, Wen Mingtang calculated that time was almost up, so he went to the cellar to take out the marinated pork belly, brushed it with rice vinegar, and put it on the pork skin. After spreading a layer of coarse salt, it was put into the "oven" to bake.

There was no one else in the public kitchen except Wen Mingtang. Since he had to always pay attention to the condition of the pork belly in the oven, Wen Mingtang brought over a book of unfinished stories and flipped through the book in front of the "oven", reading from time to time. Look at the pork belly being roasted in the oven.

Although Wen Mingtang didn't even move the knife or chopping board, except for one or two small splashes of oil in the "oven", the only sound left in the kitchen was Wen Mingtang turning over the pages of his notebook.

But no matter how quiet Wen Mingtang's place was, the rich aroma of grilled pork belly spread uncontrollably.

The combination of meat flavor and spice aroma was really tempting. Wen Mingtang took a deep breath of the alluring aroma and continued to look down at the notebook in his hand.

Although a corpse was found in the market, the investigation of the case had just begun, and everyone's eyes were darkened at this time. They didn't know where to start the investigation, and they would not stay up late and doze off in Dali Temple.

Therefore, except for one or two night watchmen, there is no one in Dali Temple at the moment.

Wen Mingtang focused on reading the story that was getting better and better in the storybook. When the pork belly was half roasted, he took it out and prepared to knock the salt off the skin of the pork belly.

After knocking down one or two pieces, a voice suddenly rang out from behind: "Is this the snack made by Master Wen? Is this the first time I've seen something like this? What's the layer above it?"

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