Chapter 345 Steamed Buns with Cured Pork Sauce (2)

He looked at the girl who was looking at him with the steamed buns in preserved meat sauce. Her clothes were not very eye-catching, even plain. Her hair was in an ordinary single bun, held in place by only a wooden hairpin. The hole in the earlobe was empty, and apart from the wooden hairpin, there was no other decoration anywhere on the body.

Although the girl's clothes and other things were neat and tidy, compared with the women he came into contact with every day, it was not an exaggeration to say that she was "unkempt".

But it happened that such a "unkempt" woman was the woman he had the most contact with besides his mother.

Initially, it was because of the cunning and clever people in Zhao Ji's restaurant, who were calm and calm when faced with the vicious rogue couple, like pampas grass, soft but with an indescribable tenacity.

Later, there were those foods that suited his appetite. They were not delicate and delicate, but full of fireworks in their deliciousness.

Born in Houmen, he had such an appetite. Lin Fei had no intention of changing it. He was born this way, so why forcefully change it and pretend to be a high-ranking person?

The food the girl is holding is a common local food in Chang'an, steamed buns with cured meat and meat sauce. Looking at the word "moon" on the oil paper package, you can tell that it comes from the most famous family.

At the moment, it seems that I haven't even had time to bite the cured meat bun in my hand. The stewed meat is sandwiched between the crispy buns. The inside of the meat sandwich has been soaked with brown gravy, and a rich meaty aroma comes from it. The oily paper bag came out.

The officials behind him were very discerning and took two steps back while talking, but not too far away to avoid making the two of them a target.

Lin Fei glanced at the steamed bun with bacon sauce in the girl's hand and said, "I'll ask Zhao You to come over later."

Wen Mingtang said "Oh" and came back to his senses. He remembered Lin Fei's words reminding him not to wander around a few days ago, and he felt a little guilty in his heart. It's not that he didn't remember Lin Fei's reminder, but maybe it was innate in human nature. He doesn't like to be "restricted", even Wen Mingtang can be considered a person who can sit still, but after all, he is a little bored and panicked. It happened to happen that he could see Zhao Sishan, whom he hadn't seen for almost a year, so he gave a brief introduction After weighing it, she still went out. I originally thought that I would come out early and be here at the palace gate again. At worst, I would go with Liang Hongjin when I went back, but I didn't expect that I would bump into Lin Fei here.

Now, in Lin Fei's place, she may have become one of those ignorant people who runs out regardless of reminders.

Wen Mingtang thought for a while and was about to explain when he heard Lin Fei's voice speak again: "It's not good to avoid it as if it's grounded. You can't avoid it for the rest of your life. Next time something happens, you can tell Zhao You and let him talk to you." Let’s go together.”

He had no intention of just leaving this matter alone and waiting for Princess Liyang to take action again. Taking advantage of someone's troubles is the last resort, and taking the initiative to solve the problem is the best option.

It's just that there have been too many things going on these days. There are case matters, palace matters, and her matters. Things are piled up in one place, and it's hard to keep busy.

Lin Shaoqing was so "considerate"... Wen Mingtang felt even more guilty. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Lin Fei speak again. He seemed to be talking a lot today. Lin Fei coughed slightly and spoke. Said: "Master Wen, haven't you eaten the morning meal yet?"

As she spoke, her eyes glanced at the steamed bun with bacon sauce in her hand again, which was full of hints.

Wen Mingtang: "..." Compared with the direct speech in the public kitchen of Dali Temple, Lin Shaoqing here is much more tactful.

Wen Mingtang twitched the corner of his mouth, obviously understanding what he meant. He held up the meat buns with cured meat sauce and brought them to him, and proactively said, "I bought a lot. Lin Shaoqing, do you want some?"

Lin Fei nodded, pondered for a moment, gestured with two fingers, and said: "Then come and have two with me!"

This is really no different from ordering food in the public kitchen.

Wen Mingtang took out two meat buns with bacon sauce from the oil paper bag and handed them to Lin Fei. Lin Fei took them, turned around and left with the group of green-robed officials.

After he left, Wen Mingtang raised the steamed pork bun with bacon sauce that he had just barely had time to eat, and then took a bite. He was shocked when he noticed the eyes of the people in front of him turning back to look at him.

When did eating a steamed bun with cured meat sauce cause such a big fuss?

At this moment, several people in the queue at the front asked her enthusiastically: "Who was that adult just now..."

Wen Mingtang chewed the meat and steamed buns mixed with gravy in his mouth slowly, and while chewing slowly, he said: "It's from our Yamen."

This vague answer obviously did not satisfy the person who asked the question, and they all continued to ask questions.

"Which yamen do you belong to?"

"The master called you Master Wen just now. What does the little lady do?"

"Who is here to meet? One of our family members is in charge of the palace. I don't know what your family does?"

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Wen Mingtang quickly came back to her senses due to the flurry of questions. As soon as she walked through, the shell of her body was in Yeting. The days of high-ranking and powerful people only existed in her memory, and she had never experienced it in person. The life between the palace people and the common people is quite familiar.

It seems that little people like them need "multiple friends and multiple paths", especially those who can make friends with red-robed officials and can talk to them. They may be able to help at some point!

But it's a pity... Wen Mingtang swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and touched his nose: he will probably disappoint them! She is not a friend worth keeping.

"I worked as a public cook in the Dali Temple Yamen." Wen Mingtang said with a smile. Looking at the faces of some people in front of him who had changed slightly, he thought that many people still remembered the fact that he came to the Dali Temple Yamen and worked as a public cook. He paused. After a pause, she continued, "Just now, our Lord Shaoqing of Dali Temple came to ask me for two meat buns before he had eaten the morning meal."

Everyone was listening to the conversation she had just had with Lin Fei. They seemed to have exchanged polite greetings before Lin Fei asked her for two meat buns and left.

The person who asked in front was immediately disappointed when he heard this. After thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem strange that the yamen master came to ask the chef for some food. There was no friendship or anything. In addition, someone seemed to remember Lin. Fei, who was known for his "evil reputation", whispered a few words in a low voice. The person who asked the question in front of him said a few polite words, then turned around again and continued to wait.

Wen Mingtang didn't pay attention to everyone's different attitudes and reactions, and continued to lower his head and took a bite of the Roujiamo: As expected, there are long queues to eat every day. The gravy is really fragrant, and I don't know how it is stewed...

He was concentrating on eating the steamed buns when a sudden chill hit his back. At this moment, before his mind could react, his body had already taken the lead. Wen Mingtang suddenly turned around and looked back. He saw that he was not far behind him. , the curtain of a brocade-decorated carriage was lowered, and the carriage that was originally heading towards the palace gate suddenly turned around.

Looking at the carriage that suddenly turned around and left, the expression on Wen Mingtang's face condensed: There was no other reason. The driver sitting in the front of the carriage, driving with a whip in his hand, was the one who suddenly "lost control" of the carriage and drove towards her not long ago. The driver who bumped into her and forced her to jump to Prince Liyang's Mansion.

So...it was obvious who was sitting in the carriage.

Wen Mingtang watched the back of the carriage leaving until he could no longer see it. Then he slowly raised the Roujiamo and took another bite: the originally still warm Roujiamo was already gone after such a delay. It's cold.

Food doesn't taste good when it's cold. Sure enough, not everything can wait, and there's no point in escaping.