Chapter 283 Boneless Chicken Tenders (2)
The middle-aged man with a gentle appearance smiled and said, "I am not a procurer of the Yamen."
Ji Caimai was startled when he heard this, and looked at the man with an even more strange look: "Why would Caimai come to Zhuangzi to buy vegetables if he is not from the Yamen? When did the senior executives at Zhuangzi become so talkative? Will they let you in?" Looking around, I began to look for the shadow of senior executives.
The man didn't take Shang Ji Caimai's question seriously. He just smiled and said, "I am the cook of Marquis Jingyun's Mansion. The Duke is celebrating his birthday in a few days. The steward of the family specially went to the House of Internal Affairs to invite him. Zhang Ling." At this point, he paused and continued to explain to Shang Ji Caimai's gaze, "Someone bought sick poultry and livestock at the market some time ago, and eating them made the whole family sick. What's the matter? It would be terrible if something went bad at the Duke's birthday banquet! In order to ensure the safety of the ingredients for this birthday banquet, the steward asked me to come to the village to buy them."
The explanation was very detailed, the attitude was neither condescending nor arrogant, and the causes and consequences were also explained very clearly.
Ji Caimai nodded and said, "That's it!" Then he turned to Wen Mingtang and said, "The supply of goods in the market is uneven. Although you may not be able to find good ones, there are more bad ones! Some time ago, there were many bad ones. There was even a smuggling of poultry and livestock infected with the epidemic, and as a result, the people who ate it got into trouble."
Although he cooked in the public kitchen every day, Wen Mingtang naturally couldn't know about this because he didn't buy the ingredients, but Ji Caimai, who purchased the ingredients, did.
"Compared to the market where you can occasionally find good things, things from Zhuangzi are safer!" Ji Caimai said, "After all, they are imported goods, so you need to be careful!"
Wen Mingtang nodded, convinced: "That's true!" As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the gentle-looking cook opposite him a few more times. After he announced the name "Jingyun Marquis Mansion", she couldn't help but look at him. Got up with each other.
Wen Mingtang has not completely forgotten the taste of the authentic bowl of hot and sour noodles that he ate not long ago. The person in front of him must be the chef that Madam Hou found who is good at cooking Sichuan and Sichuan cuisine!
But... Wen Mingtang was a little surprised by the Mandarin that was so authentic that there was no trace of other accents. He originally thought that the cook spoke Mandarin well and probably had some accent from Sichuan, but he didn't expect it. Can't hear it at all.
Sensing Wen Mingtang's gaze, the cook smiled at her, turned to Ji Caimai and said, "I have a cold dish that uses offal such as chicken hearts and livers. Chicken legs and other ingredients can also be used for other dishes, but chicken breasts." Chicken breast meat is not what I am good at. I originally thought I would either throw it away or chew it and swallow it casually, but I didn’t expect that you are actually good at chicken breast meat dishes, which can prevent waste." He said, without waiting. Ji Caimai opened his mouth and said proactively, "It's an unnecessary thing. The price can be easily negotiated."
I bought what I wanted at a very low price, avoiding waste. Ji Caimai was also very satisfied. The two parties agreed on the price. While waiting for the people in the village to slaughter the chickens and ducks, Ji Caimai chatted with him. stand up.
"I thought he was the newly appointed caimai of some yamen. He was originally the cook of Marquis Jingyun's Mansion. Speaking of which, we have quite a close relationship!" Ji Caimai said.
The other party was obviously a little surprised when he heard this: "I wonder which yamen your brother is from?"
Ji Caimai glanced at the cook and said, "The public chef of Dali Temple."
As soon as these words came out, the other party was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face turned to joy for a moment: "The second young master of our family is in Dali Temple, and my wife often says that the chef of Dali Temple is very good at cooking. What’s her appetite?”
"Yes! Our Lin Shaoqing likes our Master Wen's craftsmanship very much!" Ji Caimai said, pointing to Wen Mingtang who was quietly listening to their conversation with a bamboo hat behind him, and said, "Our Master Wen is the one who cooks. "
Hearing this, the other party raised his eyebrows in surprise, then hugged Wen Mingtang's fists and said, "I'm sorry, I heard that Master Wen's Sichuan cuisine is pretty good!"
Wen Mingtang returned the favor and said frankly: "To be honest, that bowl of hot and sour noodles went into my stomach. It tasted very good. I have long wanted to meet the master!"
It can be regarded as a sympathy between the masters who rely on their craftsmanship to make a living! The other party looked at Wen Mingtang a few more times. He originally wanted to chat with Wen Mingtang a little more about the customs and customs of Sichuan and Sichuan. However, he learned that Wen Mingtang had never been to Sichuan and Sichuan, but only stayed in the palace and learned this craft by chance. I was a little disappointed, but I still made a verbal "appointment" with Wen Mingtang and Ji Caimai for "next time", and said goodbye to them after leaving Zhuangzi.
On the day of the Duke of Jing's birthday banquet, there were naturally a lot of people coming and going. I heard that the scene was very lively, and the rare dignitaries on weekdays made the people squatting outside the gate of the Duke's mansion watching the excitement that day dizzy!
The "Beauty Lamp" case was handed over to Zhao Mengzhuo, and they didn't need to take care of it. Lin Fei, the second grandson of Duke Jingguo, had no case, so he naturally took a leave of absence and accompanied Marquis Jingyun to entertain the distinguished guests.
The case was over, and Liu Yuan and others, who had been cleared, were "fishing" in the Yamen of Dali Temple. They imagined that Shang Feng, who usually looked solemn on weekdays, was now accompanying Marquis Jingyun and welcoming the comings and goings with a smile on his face. Guests, everyone trembled subconsciously. It was really hard to imagine Lin Fei smiling and welcoming guests with enthusiasm!
Although they couldn't see the grand birthday banquet of Duke Jingguo's mansion, everyone in Dali Temple didn't feel any regret at all. They happily ate the three meals provided by the Duke's chef in Dali Temple, and picked up the book of stories that they had not finished reading earlier, holding a book in their hands. What was poked at the end of the bamboo stick was the new snack served by Dali Temple's public chef today - boneless chicken tenders!
There was a long queue outside the public kitchen of Dali Temple in the afternoon.
The smell of oil, meat and unique spices permeates the air. As soon as one steps into the range of this fragrance, one subconsciously takes a deep breath and can no longer ignore it.
"It smells so good!" Several servants passing by took a deep breath intoxicatedly, stopped, and couldn't help but look at the public kitchen, wanting to take in the snacks being cooked in the public kitchen. , but... looking at the crowded and crowded queue of students in front of them is a bit daunting.
"What time is it?" After swallowing, one of the clerks looked at the sundial on the side of the road and raised his voice, "It's time for class! Aren't you afraid of the teacher telling you to buy snacks here if you don't have class?"
This little official’s intention is too obvious!
Half-year-old children are not easy to fool.
The student who turned around after hearing this squinted at the clerk with an expression that said, "I can clearly see your intentions." He snorted coldly and said, "Dr. Yu, who is in class today, also really likes the snacks made by Master Wen." , let me bring him a copy later!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another student on the side helped: "The first half hour of Dr. Yu's class was to check the recitation of articles. The students who were selected to recite today were students from the next class, and they were reciting at the moment! They also asked me to wait. Bring some snacks."
There are some teaching doctors in the Imperial College who are strict and some who are lenient. Dr. Yu obviously belongs to the latter.
The students refused to give up their seats. The two clerks raised their eyes and looked at the long queue. Fortunately, although the queue was long, it was not moving slowly. After thinking about it, they accepted their fate and queued at the end of the queue, waiting for the name "Boneless Chicken". Liu" snacks.