Chapter 302 Spicy Chicken (4)

"He hurt his hand," Lin Fei said, "what happened last night."

A cook injured his hand... Liu Yuan on the side couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this. He thought of Wen Mingtang's cut off his finger and had no choice but to hand the public kitchen directly to A Bing and Tang Yuan, and asked: "Doesn't that mean it's useless?"

It's not like he's crippled! Lin Fei glanced at Liu Yuan and said, "I just hurt my arm and couldn't control my strength when cutting vegetables."

Liu Yuan nodded with an "Oh", then glanced at Wen Mingtang who was not far away and said, "It's not surprising that Master Wen hurt his fingers while cutting vegetables, but how does the chef hurt his arms when cooking?"

"I didn't get injured while cooking," Lin Fei said. "I heard that I didn't see the road clearly when I got up in the middle of the night, so I fell. Not only did I sprain my foot, but I also bruised my arm."

So that’s it! Liu Yuan suddenly realized, and was about to drop the topic, when he heard Lin Fei say to Wen Mingtang: "In a few days, I will hand over the menu prepared by Master Xing to you. You can take a look at the dishes on it."

Wen Mingtang thought for a while, nodded and said "OK".

Lin Fei added: "I will prepare a lot of pork belly. You can prepare the crispy pork belly and bring it over directly."

Wen Mingtang: "..." I really don't know whether Lin Fei invited her for that table of dishes, or just for the crispy pork belly.

But it doesn't matter, Lin Shaoqing has always been generous when it comes to trivial matters such as "money", and Wen Mingtang will not care about such trivial matters.

Having said that, Lin Fei sent a "deposit" just two days later. Along with the "deposit", there were also several large pieces of beautiful pork belly. Of course, Lin Fei was not the only one to have these pork belly. of Liu Yuantong and Bai Zhu.

Wen Mingtang smiled and took the look from Liu Yuantong and Bai Zhu to express his understanding.

In addition to the "deposit" and pork belly, there is also a menu sent by Chef Xing.

Opening the menu with black letters on a red background, when he saw the words above, Wen Mingtang couldn't help but sigh: "Good words!"

Isn't it? Looking at Yan Liuzhifeng's calligraphy on it, Ji Caimai couldn't help but reached out and took the menu and looked at it carefully, then nodded and said: "You can write as well as Master Wen! It's called I can’t help but wonder, is it possible that all of you chefs with extraordinary cooking skills are able to write so well because they have a pair of hands that are very capable of controlling strength?”

As soon as these words came out, A Bing, who was responsible for chopping and chopping vegetables in the public kitchen, immediately lowered his head and looked at his hands subconsciously: He is also good at knife skills. Could it be that he also has the opportunity to practice calligraphy as good as Master Wen?

However, Wen Mingtang couldn't help but laugh. He glanced at A Bing who was looking at his hands and said, "This really has nothing to do with cooking. My calligraphy was learned when I was young."

The memories of his youth can only be turned over so much. Wen Xuance was a serious person, and he treated his original owner the same way. While the youngest daughter was having fun at home, the original owner began to become enlightened early. Wen Xuance's warmth towards the original owner was almost non-existent, but the rigor with which he checked his homework was almost engraved in the original owner's mind, so that when he heard Wen Xuance's voice, he instinctively sat up straight and tightened his heartstrings.

Wen Xuance had never been a good father to the original owner. Wen Mingtang lowered his head and looked at his hands: the beautiful calligraphy in his hands was learned at that time.

Everyone knows Wen Mingtang's experience. After hearing this, Ji Caimai glanced at the beautifully written menu again, thought about it, and said, "Does this Master Xing also have a strict father?"

I don’t know this! Wen Mingtang shook his head and stopped focusing on the beautiful handwriting, and instead looked at the contents on the menu.

The local dishes in Chang'an are almost equally divided into spicy dishes. Although Mrs. Jingyunhou likes spicy food, it seems that except for Lin Fei, the rest of the people in Jingyunhou's house also eat spicy food at the same level as Liu. Yuan and Bai Zhu are similar. If it were normal, even taking care of Madam Jingyunhou's taste would only require a few dishes. Such half-and-half dishes from Sichuan and Sichuan...

Wen Mingtang thought for a while and asked Liu Yuan, who came over to help run errands and deliver menus: "Is it possible that Mrs. Hou has relatives from Sichuan and Sichuan who came to Chang'an?"

Liu Yuan, who was secretly eating chestnuts fried with sugar, nodded while peeling the chestnuts: "I knew I couldn't hide it from Master Wen!" He paused and said in a rather proud tone, "We from Dali Temple, no matter what Whether he is a chef or a handyman, his reasoning ability is good. Master Wen can guess this just by looking at the menu, so good!"

Wen Mingtang glanced at Liu Yuan who praised him repeatedly, then lowered his head to glance at the menu. After a pause, he said: "Among the relatives who came over, there were also young children. I saw two snacks specially designed to amuse children. .”

There are currently no children in the Marquis Jingyun Mansion. The prince and his future prince concubine have not yet been married, so naturally they do not have children yet.

Hearing this, Liu Yuan nodded and said, "I heard that he has two children."

After eating a few sugar-fried chestnuts, and thinking that there was no progress in the case at this time, Liu Yuan simply sat down and started chatting: "When Mrs. Hou was young and raised in Sichuan and Sichuan, she contracted smallpox..."

As soon as he said the word "smallpox", Tangyuan couldn't help but exclaimed, covered his mouth, and exclaimed: "How is that possible?"

Not only the glutinous rice balls, but also Wen Mingtang had a look of confusion on his face.

You must know that when she was young, Mrs. Jingyunhou was famous for her beauty. Otherwise, she would not have given birth to a son with Lin Fei's appearance. Lin Fei resembled his mother, while the eldest son resembled Marquis Jingyun.

But diseases such as smallpox, not to mention that young children are very easy to survive, even if they get through it, there will often be marks on the body and face, and countless people will become pockmarked.

Mrs. Jingyunhou is famous for her beauty, so she cannot be a pockmark.

Seeing everyone's exclamations of confusion, Liu Yuan smiled and said, "I knew you would have such expressions. Mrs. Hou was able to survive the smallpox back then without even leaving a mark on her face." Thank you very much for the guests who came this time.”

After speaking, he paused, looked at the sky outside the public kitchen, and said: "Mrs. Hou is a person who cares about kindness, and this life-saving grace has always been engraved in her heart. Well, Lin Shaoqing is not here today, so he was called to accompany her. Went to pick up guests at the inn outside the city."

…

…

Lin Fei, who was being talked about, was accompanying Mrs. Hou, waiting for the guests coming from Guandao.

At present, the official road is still empty and there is no one in sight. When she is bored waiting, Mrs. Hou talks about what happened back then: "I was still young at that time, and my family sent me to Sichuan and Shu..." Speaking of being sent to Sichuan and Shu. Mrs. Hou did not elaborate on the reason.

People in the world regard "family affection" as the bond of blood connection. Unfortunately, not all relatives are kind. For their own benefit, whether it is a wealthy family like the Zheng family in Xingyang or a family of ordinary people, there are many so-called relatives who are far more terrifying than strangers. Under the guise of "relatives", they greedily squeeze out the last bit of goodness from you. Where to take advantage.

"Except for a few old servants, no one cared about me. When I first arrived in Sichuan and Sichuan, I couldn't adapt to the climate, and my originally good body became weaker and weaker. At that time, I contracted smallpox," Mrs. Hou said, "At that time Everyone thought that I was certain to die. The steward and servants of the Zheng family in Zhuangzi, in the land of Sichuan and Sichuan, deceived others and drove me and a few old servants out of the Zheng family's house on the grounds that they were afraid that I would infect others."