Chapter 369 New Year’s Eve Treats (5)

Although Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu did not come back to talk to everyone about the case, their sudden move to Xianyang made people familiar with it know that there might be progress in the case.

If the clues in Xianyang are extremely important to the murderer, he may not take the risk and kill him without stopping.

If this is the case... Wen Mingtang's heart dropped, and he felt inexplicably sad when he thought of the servants and clerks who came to the public kitchen to eat on weekdays.

Although sad, it is not surprising.

"Someone in the Yamen was bribed by the murderer." Wen Mingtang sighed and said quietly.

There are so many people in the whole Dali Temple, not everyone can refuse the inducements and threats that come to their door.

Before leaving, Lin Fei turned to look at her: "Be careful."

This was a pun, and it meant to remind her not to mention the Yamen case to others casually, and more importantly, to remind her to be careful.

After all, people in the yamen could be bribed by the murderer of a case, but who knew they wouldn't be bribed by someone who wanted to harm her.

"Sure enough!" After sending Lin Fei off, he went back to the house to wash up. When he lay down on the bed, Wen Mingtang couldn't help but sigh to himself, "The sage's saying, 'How can you guard against a thief for a thousand days?' There is indeed some truth to it. There’s no use hiding.”

The other party wanted to put her to death, so there was no use hiding in a yamen like Dali Temple that dealt with "victim and victim" cases.

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He had been busy until he fell asleep. He was really tired, but his mind was in chaos again. Wen Mingtang kept turning over and wanted to fall asleep, but he got lost on the way to find Zhou Gong. He turned over so many times that he finally finally I finally found the right path and fell asleep.

When I got up the next day, as expected, I got up late and almost didn't have time to make breakfast.

Fortunately, there are not many people going to the Ujra during these eclipses. I made some preparations for the Umrah this morning and last night, so I still had the Umrah ready before the start of the Umrah.

The first people to come to eat the morning meal are often the guards, petty officials and jailers who are on night duty in the Yamen. After Lin Fei left last night, the drums in front of the Yamen of Dali Temple did not sound, and everyone slept peacefully in the middle of the night. .

Yawning, he said hello to Wen Mingtang and came to the stage to look at today's breakfast: It was cold, so Master Wen prepared rice noodles with soup and water. A bowl of rice noodles, including meat, vegetables and eggs. The bone soup was rich and delicious. Putting the bowl into your belly will immediately warm your hands and feet, dispelling any remaining sleepiness.

Although Wen Mingtang was the only one in the public kitchen today, he was still busy and orderly.

Whether you add chili peppers, coriander and green onions to the rice noodles depends on your personal taste.

Most people like to have a little of everything, but there are some exceptions.

"Hey, Master Wen, I don't eat cilantro." Seeing Wen Mingtang put on the toppings as usual, he would lift his chopsticks to pick up the cilantro on the plate next to him. The jailer who was waiting for the bowl of bone soup noodles in front of the counter exclaimed. got up.

Wen Mingtang was startled for a moment, then quickly stopped, put the rice noodles in his hand on the tray and handed it over, apologetically: "The first few people all want it, my hands are used to it, and I almost didn't change it. I'm not here with my little brother." .”

The jailer took the rice noodles from Wen Mingtang, shook his head and glanced at Wen Mingtang, saying that he didn't need to accompany him. Then he raised his finger and pointed at the bottom of his eyes and asked her: "Master Wen, didn't you sleep well? His eyes are a little blue, and he seems to be a little depressed. look like."

When Wen Mingtang heard this, he subconsciously touched the bottom of his eyes. When he was washing up this morning, he could already see the black and blue under his eyes in the bronze mirror.

It would be strange if she didn't show some emotion now that she found Duke Zhou so late last night.

"Master Wen was busy making New Year's Eve snacks yesterday, so he was late!" said a jailer who had already sat down at the food table and started eating rice noodles. As he spoke, he picked up the vinegar jar on the counter and put the rice noodles in front of him. Pour in the bowl, obviously an acidophile.

The jailer poured out his jealousy and said, "When I came out yesterday, I saw the lights in the public kitchen courtyard were on from a distance. I thought Master Wen was so busy that he didn't go to bed until midnight."

In fact, it's not that late. The reason why she's so green right now is because of something else! Wen Mingtang cursed, but when he saw that everyone who was slurping rice noodles turned to look at him, he smiled and did not deny it. He pointed to those New Year's Eve snacks and said: "I have been busy these past two days, and there will be a long period of time in the future." Some have taken a break.”

The closer it gets to New Year's Eve, the fewer people come to the public kitchen to eat.

It's not that Wen Mingtang's cooking skills have declined, but that the New Year's Eve reunion with relatives, friends and family only comes once a year. No matter how "superb" her cooking skills are, for most people, it is the most unforgettable and special. It's still the same one at home.

This is called "home flavor". Anything with the word "emotion" is always special.

When the New Year begins, the public kitchen no longer needs to open fire. Wen Mingtang will have more than half a month of rest to enjoy the excitement of the New Year.

This... is unimaginable in the palace.

Wen Mingtang thought about how suffocating he felt in a cage in the palace, and pursed his lips and smiled.

"Master Wen!"

After shaking his head, Wen Mingtang came back to his senses and looked at the jailer in front of him. He almost let go of the coriander that he didn't want to eat, but fortunately, Wen Mingtang was quick, not only in cooking, but also in stopping.

The jailer in front of him was holding the bowl of rice noodles without coriander and never left. He asked Wen Mingtang with a smile: "Master Wen, can you help me?"

Wen Mingtang looked at the jailer and said "Huh", waiting for his next words.

The jailer said: "Can you still make tea eggs?"

In the past two months, the public chef has provided many kinds of afternoon snacks, such as crispy pork belly, boneless chicken tenders, caramel milk tea, millet rice crispy rice, stir-fried chestnuts, etc. There are not many eggs in the public kitchen. After all, eggs are used by almost every cook in the public kitchen. Therefore, the quantity provided by Zhuangzi is not large. Apart from daily cooking, almost all of them are used in cooking. There wasn't much left, so I hadn't made the tea eggs for a while.

Looking at the worried look in the jailer's eyes, Wen Mingtang thought for a while and said, "Tea eggs are easy to make, but the public kitchen doesn't have many eggs in stock." When he said this, he saw a trace of disappointment on the jailer's face. After the show, Wen Mingtang smiled and said, "If you like it, brother, why don't you bring your own eggs. After the New Year's Eve snack boxes are delivered, the public kitchen will be open for two days. I have some free time in the afternoon, so I can make them." One pot.”

As soon as these words came out, the jailer's eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly thanked Wen Mingtang: "In that case, thank you very much, Master Wen!"

After that, he took the bowl of rice noodles and sat down in front of the acid-loving jailer in front of the food table.

After he sat down, the jailer who was eating the bowl of "sour soup" rice noodles immediately winked at him and shouted in a low voice: "I said Tong Zhang..."

Tong Zhang, the jailer brother who sat down to ask Wen Mingtang for help, immediately turned red when he heard this. He quickly turned his head and glanced at Wen Mingtang who was busy behind the counter. Seeing that she had not noticed the situation here, he scolded: "Hong Huang, be careful. Yan! My grandma just likes the taste of the tea eggs, nothing else!"