Chapter 329 Fish-Flavored Eggplant Stew (4)
The reason for being so happy turned out to be that he still wanted to be Lin Shaoqing's share. Liu Yuandong and Bai Zhu were suddenly surprised, but they didn't care. Didn't they get enough of the glory of the left and right peaks?
After a busy day today, the case that was originally confusing has become even more confusing.
Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu stood by the counter, chatting with everyone about today's events while waiting for Wen Mingtang to cook the dish called fish-flavored eggplant stew.
"That Zhang Wulin obviously didn't tell the truth, but we are still at a loss as to whether the secret he is hiding is related to this case or not." Liu Yuan said with emotion, "This is the most disturbing time every time a case is investigated. It’s a headache, the clues are trivial and confusing, and it’s completely confusing.”
Bai Zhu nodded, and while looking at Wen Mingtang who was cutting eggplant strips and adding green and red pepper rings, onions, ginger and other auxiliary ingredients, he said: "There are still three people left who want to run around and ask questions. I just hope that their work will not be in vain." field."
When you still have a dark eye on the case, you will have to start investigating once you find something suspicious. Sometimes the busy running back and forth may be really related to the case, so it is not a waste of time, more It was a waste of time. The secrets that some people hide are ultimately found to have nothing to do with the case. The reason why they are so sneaky is just to secretly hide the secrets of outsiders or private money.
Wen Mingtang listened to the chatter of several people, put the chopped main dishes and accessories aside, and started the most important step - preparing the fish sauce. The ingredients used in this fish sauce are familiar to everyone in Dali Temple: sauce, vinegar, sugar, wine and other condiments are very common, but the ratio is very critical.
After Wen Mingtang put the prepared fish-flavor sauce aside according to the proportions, he poured oil into the pot and began to cook the fish-flavor eggplant stew.
By the time the spoonful of bean paste is added to the various stir-fried ingredients, the familiar aroma of red oil has filled the air with the stimulation of hot oil.
The people chatting subconsciously glanced at the collision of various ingredients in the pot, smelled the aroma of red oil in their noses, swallowed their saliva, and heard only the sound of "stinging, stinging, smacking" of meat foam meeting oily flowers. When it rang, the strong smell of pork meat followed.
Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu, who were guarding behind the countertop, took a deep breath and glanced at Zhao You who was squatting outside counting ants: This guy was not smart in the past, but he is smarter now. He knows how to wait outside for the evening meal.
Standing behind the table like this, smelling the fragrance coming one after another, is really the biggest test of one's patience.
Before the smell of minced pork meat dissipated, another "stinging" sound was heard. The eggplant strips cut into pieces by Master Wen were lowered into the oil pan. Smelling the diffused eggplant aroma, Wen Mingtang didn't wait for everyone to react. Then add the prepared fish sauce.
This bowl of fish-flavored sauce was put into the pot, and when it encountered the aroma of red oil produced by the collision of various auxiliary ingredients, the soul of the fish-flavored eggplant stew was already taking shape. After pouring in half a bowl of starch water, Wen Mingtang stir-fried it a lot and filled the pot with it. The fish-flavored eggplants were transferred to those casseroles that had already been opened, and then the lids were closed, and the rest was just waiting.
Simmering the casserole over low heat, looking at the white smoke rising from the holes in the casserole, and taking a deep breath of the aroma emanating from the holes in the casserole lid, Liu Yuan swallowed and subconsciously touched his belly: Smell With that smell, he didn't know why, but he really felt a little hungry.
In fact, when he and Bai Zhu passed by the public kitchen and smelled the aroma just now, they were just greedy and wanted to come in for a taste. They were not really hungry, but they could probably squeeze out some space. But now I was waiting behind the counter. As the aroma became stronger and stronger, there were really more and more empty spaces in my stomach.
On the side, glutinous rice balls and A Bing were eating around the large pot of cooked fish-flavored eggplant. Wen Mingtang also sat down, smiled at Liu Yuandong and Bai Zhu, and said, "That's it... I'll eat it first. "
She has been busy until now, and she hasn't eaten the evening meal yet. If she hadn't kept some easy-to-preserve pastries in the house on weekdays and filled her stomach before coming, she might have been hungry and her chest would be pressed against her back.
The eggplant sticks in his mouth made Wen Mingtang squint his eyes in pleasure: It's been a long time since he had this rich fish and coriander. It's not that he didn't want to make it, but China is such a vast country and there are so many delicacies that the orphans haven't made yet. Just this fish-flavored dish.
Looking at the three people holding rice bowls and eating fish-flavored eggplant, Liu Yuan swallowed and asked Wen Mingtang casually: "How is Master Wen doing as the assistant chef in Jingyun Hou Mansion today? How about Master Xing's craftsmanship?" It’s not bad, otherwise I wouldn’t be praised by Lin Shaoqing.”
When mentioning Master Xing, Wen Mingtang, who was eating, paused and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Master Xing's craftsmanship is pretty good." However, his performance today was obviously a little absent-minded.
Liu Yuantong and Bai Zhu, who were staring at the fish-flavored eggplant stew in the casserole, obviously didn't notice Wen Mingtang's actions. They said "Oh" and their attention returned to the fish-flavored eggplant stew again.
about there! Wen Mingtang put down his rice bowl, stood up, took down the casserole through a thick cloth, handed one portion to Zhao You to put in the food box, and handed the other pot to Liu Yuantong and Bai Zhu who came over to try it.
After all, the two of them had eaten the evening meal, so this portion was divided between them.
This fish-flavored eggplant tastes a bit heavy when eaten empty-handed, so it must be paired with rice. Liu Yuan picked up a few pieces of eggplant strips, poured the fish-flavored sauce on top of the rice with a spoon, and put the rice into his mouth with the fish-flavored sauce. , it was so enjoyable to eat one bite after another.
When the two of them finished eating the rice in the bowl and the fish-flavored eggplant in the casserole, burping happily, Zhao Youye, who was fast on his feet, delivered the food box to Lin Fei's hands.
Without being reminded, Lin Fei skillfully picked up the thick cloth on the corner of the table and opened the lid of the casserole through the thick cloth. Although he could not see the casserole that was just coming out of the pot, gurgling and bubbling, enjoying eating around the stove. It was fun, but the rich fish aroma still came out as the pot lid was lifted.
The taste is quite unique, just like the taste of pickled fish soup. It is a unique flavor that I have never tasted before.
Lin Fei picked up the rice on the side, picked up two eggplant sticks and put it into his mouth. The salty, spicy, sour, sweet and various auxiliary ingredients were mixed into an amazingly rich taste. He ate a mouthful of rice with the sauce. The fragrance of the rice is another dish that makes people take one bite after another and not be able to stop.
After waiting for a long time, the evening meal was eaten, which made his hungry belly feel better. As he ate the rice in his mouth, Lin Fei recalled the scene where Qian Niang and Master Xing met on the corridor.
Although Mrs. Lu had the biggest reaction when Master Xing's braised pork dish was served, Master Xing and Mrs. Lu were obviously not the same generation. Instead, Qianniang, who had the same husband and divorced, was the same generation as Master Xing.
It's not that he is full of romance, but after handling so many cases in Dali Temple, generally speaking, if men and women who seem to be unrelated to each other hide secrets, there is a high probability that they are related to it.
One of them raised his son alone with his husband He Li and never remarried, while the other lost his wife and son and lived as a widower for many years. I really don’t blame him for overthinking it.
Just now on the corridor, when Qian Niang bumped into Master Xing, her footsteps did stop, but her reaction was a little different from what he imagined.