Chapter 439 Scissors

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, after the annual holiday in Darong, all government offices opened.

With a "click", the big lock in front of the public kitchen door, which had been locked for more than half a month, fell to the ground.

Firecracker crumbs fell on the ground in front of the public kitchen, and the air was filled with the unique pungent smell of fireworks. Coupled with the Spring Festival couplets and the Chinese characters "Fu" posted on the door of the public kitchen... this January of this year On the 16th, the atmosphere at the start of work was as lively as in previous years, but there were not many smiles on the faces of the people waiting to enter the public kitchen. Although everyone held the red envelope that Ji Cai bought, they all seemed to be hiding something in their hearts and smiled lightly.

Ji Caimai, who unlocked the door, also had a faint smile on his face. After the door lock fell, he put away the faint smile on his face, turned around, and said to a few handymen on the side: "Remember to clean up in front of the door as well."

After the handyman nodded, he led Wen Mingtang and others into the public kitchen courtyard.

The door to the public kitchen was also locked. Ji Caimai stepped forward to unlock it and then pushed open the door to the public kitchen.

There was a faint smell of dust in the public kitchen, which had not been visited for more than half a month, and a thin layer of dust accumulated on both the food table and the countertop.

"Master Wen, Ah Bing and Tangyuan, let's go to the kitchen to clean up!" Ji Caimai only took one look and then made a plan. He led the handyman behind him and walked towards the dining table and futon with a wooden bucket and rag. .

On the first day of the 16th day of the first lunar month, the breakfast in the public kitchen is always a bit careless. After all, cleaning the public kitchen is a big deal.

Although everyone had already gotten up an hour earlier than usual to prepare the morning meal, the servants from Dali Temple also came over today, not only to receive the red envelopes for buying hair, but also to clean the public kitchen faster, but even so, It still took nearly an hour and a half to clean the public kitchen thoroughly.

In this way... the time left for Wen Mingtang and others to prepare the morning meal was somewhat insufficient.

Naturally, it was too late to make steamed buns and steamed buns that required a lot of time to wake up, and porridge also required patience. When A Bing and Tang Yuan were worrying about what to cook for breakfast, they saw Wen Mingtang pouring out the flour, and then said to them: "You The two of you will prepare the ingredients for the oil-splashed noodles."

Preparing the ingredients is easy. Although the quality and quantity of the ingredients delivered by the Internal Affairs Office this morning have "shrunk" a lot, there are still many necessary and inexpensive items such as onions, ginger, and garlic.

Chop the garlic, mince the coriander and shallots, and the remaining chili powder, cooked sesame seeds, salt, sugar, sauce, and vinegar are all ready-made, so it is quite simple to prepare, but Master Wen...

Looking at Wen Mingtang who was kneading the dough, Ah Bing looked at each other and asked Wen Mingtang: "Is Master Wen going to make fried noodles? Is it too late?"

After all, the dough still needs to rest for a long time. Looking at the day outside, I'm afraid it's too late.

Wen Mingtang said: "It's oil-splashed noodles, but it's not pulled noodles. It's made into scissor noodles. Just cut it when the time comes. You two prepare the ingredients and fry an egg."

The two of them said "Oh" and suddenly, their eyes fell on the pair of scissors beside Wen Mingtang. They were stunned for a moment, but they saw that the oil bowl and dipping brush were already ready.

Just... use these scissors to make noodles?

Wen Mingtang ignored the gazes of the two people and only lowered his head to pour water and knead the dough. The dough for scissor noodles only needs to rise for a while before it can be used. Although neither the ingredients nor the time are sufficient, the plan for the day lies in the morning, so one must prepare the best breakfast possible within one's ability.

Abing, who was dazed on the side, had already started cutting coriander and green onions with his glutinous rice balls. After Wen Mingtang covered the dough with a piece of wet cloth, he suddenly fell into a trance when he heard the chopping sound of "duoduoduo" coming from the chopping board.

She remembered that when she first came to Dali Temple's public kitchen, she made a bowl of fried noodles without enough ingredients.

Unexpectedly, on the same day as last year, I would come to the public kitchen to make breakfast and have a bowl of noodles like this.

Although it is simple, it is filling and delicious. With eggs and a handful of vegetables, ordinary people are satisfied with this morning meal.

But noble man, for the same bowl of noodles, eggs and vegetables are not enough.

…

"There's a little less food."

Yangchun noodles are also a very common meal in Jiangnan. If ordinary people add one or two side dishes, this meal is already rich.

However, this was not enough for Ye Zhouxu.

"I didn't buy any live shrimp today. There were only some dead shrimps left in the market, so the cook didn't make the shrimp topping." The steward replied respectfully.

He remembered clearly what the master was most afraid of dead things.

Ye Zhouxu said "hmm", picked up the chopsticks at hand and started eating.

Seeing that Ye Zhouxu stopped talking, the steward couldn't help but sighed again that his master was easy to talk to and then withdrew.

After the steward left, Ye Zhouxu, who had eaten two mouthfuls of noodles, looked across at Ye Huai, who had only eaten a bowl of porridge for his hunger strike, and said calmly: "No one is here, you can eat two more mouthfuls."

When this faint tone fell in Ye Huai's ears, he immediately became angry. He threw away the chopsticks in his hand with a "pop" sound, raised his head and asked Ye Zhouxu: "Dad, do you know that the people around that crazy woman are looking for her again?" Me?"

Ye Zhouxu said "hmm" and looked at Ye Huai: "Are you urgent?"

Ye Huai said: "But dad..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Zhouxu: "Don't worry! This marriage won't happen, so you can bear it for a few days."

Ye Huai mostly believed Ye Zhouxu's words. Hearing this, he moved his lips and muttered and complained: "How many more days will it take? I am in a hurry to find sister Mingtang to explain..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound and a pair of chopsticks were thrown on the food table.

Ye Huai was startled, and instinctively raised his eyes to look at Ye Zhouxu again, only to see that Ye Zhouxu, who had not been angry since the morning, and that he had lost his temper and questioned Princess Liyang about the lack of vegetables in the morning meal, was now With a blue face, she looked at him coldly.

Ye Huai was a little confused as he didn't know what he had said wrong. At this moment, he heard Ye Zhouxu say: "Her previous marriage to you ended when Wen Xuance died, and she has nothing to do with you."

Ye Huai moved his lips and explained instinctively: "But sister Mingtang and I have known each other since childhood..."

"What do you remember about the past years?" Ye Zhouxu glanced at Ye Huai, paused before waiting for his reply, and then said, "What do you think she remembers?"

Ye Huai said: "Sister Mingtang and I were childhood sweethearts..."

"We played together and talked to each other and called them childhood sweethearts?" Ye Zhouxu sneered, looked at Ye Huai, paused, and interrupted his thoughts mercilessly, "My son thinks that the Wen family The girl is pretty!" He was glad that the girl from the Wen family was pretty when he was irritating the boy from the Lin family yesterday. In this way, the plan would go more smoothly. I forgot for a moment, who doesn’t like beautiful women? The boy from the Lin family can fall in love with the girl from the Wen family, and so can his own son.

Such things... Ye Zhouxu's eyes flickered, and some old things came to mind, and he couldn't help but shake his mind.