Chapter 55 Thousand Layer Cake

"The two sisters Huang Ying and Oriole were originally tea girls on the ship. They were spotted by Zhang Zeduan and called on to the ship, and then..." The remaining three maids told the origins of the two sisters Huang Ying and Oriole.

"When they got home, their family members thought they were embarrassed and wanted them to commit suicide. Zhang Zeduan went to buy people at that time. He had money and could take away Oriole and Oriole, so their family agreed on the spot. "The maidservant said, "They are twin sisters. They look and sound alike. In the past, when Oriole was around, it was difficult for even us to tell each other apart."

"Although Oriole is a younger sister, she feels sorry for my elder sister. Every time Zhang Zeduan called someone, she was the one who came over, and she suffered the most severe torture. Later, Zhang Zeduan beat someone so hard that Oriole burned all night and could not survive. He died like this. So, Zhang Zeduan threw the person into a mass grave, and we were not allowed to reveal it to the outside world, otherwise we would be the next ones to die!"

"Zhang Zeduan was in jail. We couldn't stay away from him and we couldn't report him to the police. Huang Ying hated him because of Oriole's death. Every time she resisted, she was the fiercest. Once she almost bit off a piece of Zhang Zeduan's flesh, Zhang Zeduan liked to beat her more and more. "The maid said, "In the past two years, Huang Ying seemed to have been subdued and resisted less, so Zhang Zeduan let her go."

They thought that Huang Ying had no hope of revenge after all and was heartbroken, but it turned out that Huang Ying had never forgotten Oriole's death and had been waiting for this day.

…

When I walked out of the Dali Temple prison, it started to rain. Lin Fei handed the file on the water ghost case to Liu Yuan and said, "The case can be closed."

It is not up to them to determine the sentencing, but the sentencing must be based on the overall case. Liu Yuan held the heavy file and said, "Yes! I will write down the true facts of the case clearly."

Lin Fei nodded, then turned to Liu Yuandao: "Tell Mr. Zhao that someone from the Pingxi County Prince's Palace will come and pick him up!"

Liu Yuan said "hmm" and Lin Fei strode forward.

At Xu Shi, he rushed the people from the Xijun Prince's Mansion to Dali Temple, and hurriedly went to the prison of Dali Temple to pick him up. When he picked him up, and was about to take him away, he heard Li Yuan suddenly frown and call him to stop. The servant said: "I want to take away the cook who prepares the morning meal in your Dali Temple public kitchen. You..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from behind him: "Little Prince, it's time for you to go!"

This voice... He recognized it even if it turned into ashes!

Li Yuan turned around and glared at the person behind him who made the noise: "Lin Fei, you bastard, what do you care about me?"

"Everyone in our Dali Temple is registered. If the young prince wants to take him away, he might as well write a letter to find the person and submit it to His Majesty, asking for His Majesty's approval!" Lin Fei said lightly.

The steward who came to pick him up couldn't help but twitched his lips after hearing this sentence, and hurriedly said to Li Yuan: "Little prince, we just hired the chef of Dongfeng Tower recently. The chef's cooking skills are first-class, why bother? Take away a cook from the public kitchen?"

Not to mention that Lin Shaoqing was obviously unwilling to let him go. Did he really want the county prince to pay for a cook?

Li Yuan frowned and was about to speak when he heard Lin Fei say: "Little Prince, if the responsibility for interfering with the handling of the case is investigated..."

Li Yuan's expression suddenly changed when he heard this. He stamped his foot hard and said harshly, "Lin Fei, just wait for me!" before turning around and leaving with the others.

After Li Yuan left, Liu Yuan, who was following Lin Fei, breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said with emotion: "Thank God! I finally asked this little prince to leave! He just left, but he actually wanted to take Wen away." Master, this is too much!"

The three master chefs can only eat the food cooked by Master Wen. If the little prince takes it away, what else do they have to eat? Of course, if the little prince takes away Master Sun and Master Wang, they will welcome them.

…

Wen Mingtang sneezed and walked to the public kitchen to see the ingredients for the morning meal delivered by the Internal Affairs Office today.

Ji Caimai, who had received the ingredients, looked at her with a subtle look on his face.

"Ji Caimai, what's wrong?" Wen Mingtang walked over and asked.

Ji Caimai raised his chin, pointed at the ingredients he had received and said, "Take a look!"

Wen Mingtang looked over and thought for a moment that he had made a mistake. Today's breakfast ingredients are the same vegetables, pork meat, and dumpling wrappers as yesterday's.

Ji Caimai pointed to the housekeeping yamen rules posted on the wall of the public kitchen and said: "Since it stipulates that no duplicates should be made, what does it mean to send the same vegetables, pork meat and dumpling wrappers for two consecutive days? Isn't it tempting people to eat in the morning? Did you deduct the number of times for repeated samples?”

Wen Mingtang was thoughtful when he heard the words.

Before she could say anything, Ji Caimai added, "There is no such problem with Sun and Wang's lunch and evening food." For two days in a row, the food delivered was very rich.

This rule caught him off guard and always made him feel that something was wrong.

"Maybe it's a coincidence," Wen Mingtang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I can make this dumpling wrapper for several days without repeating the same thing. Let's take a look and talk about it."

Ji Caimai nodded and said "Yes", squinting his eyes slightly: "You do your thing first, don't let others get caught, I will pay attention to it."

Wen Mingtang nodded, returned to the table with Ah Bing and glutinous rice balls, and began to prepare breakfast.

After pouring the glutinous rice into the pot and adding a lot of water to start cooking the porridge, Wen Mingtang began to process the ingredients. Just like yesterday, he chopped mushrooms, carrots, peas, pork meat, etc. into cubes and set them aside.

This step is so similar to yesterday's making of shaomai that Ah Bing and Tangyuan couldn't help but wonder: "Master Wen, are you still making shaomai today? The Internal Affairs Office is not allowed to do it the same way!"

Wen Mingtang smiled at them, shook his head and said, "Put these into the porridge later and make a mushroom and dolphin porridge."

After throwing this handful of vegetables into the porridge, what should I do with the dumpling wrappers?

Wen Mingtang took out the dumpling wrappers and went back to his residence. Not long after, he came over holding several sauce jars.

"What is this?" Ah Bing and Tang Yuan watched curiously as Wen Mingtang opened the sauce jar and revealed the sauce inside.

These sauces come in different colors, some are brownish red mixed with red spicy oil, some are black and thick like paste, and some are brown and slightly sparse.

Wen Mingtang pointed to the sauces and said one by one: "The red one is called doubanjiang, the black one is called sweet noodle sauce, and the brown one is called soybean sauce. I made them all myself."

As he spoke, he scooped the three sauces into the bowl one by one, added cumin powder, scallion oil and other ingredients and stirred them until evenly mixed before starting to work on the dumpling wrappers.

Take out one dumpling wrapper, brush it with scallion oil, then brush it with the sauce in the bowl, sprinkle with chopped green onion and cover it with one dumpling wrapper, then brush the second dumpling wrapper with scallion oil, sauce and chopped green onion. Cover it with another one. And so on, layer upon layer. After seven sheets were stacked, Wen Mingtang stopped and rolled them out with a rolling pin. Then he put the dumplings into a pan and fried them over low heat.

Watching the jade-white dumpling skins in the pot gradually turn golden, smelling the scallion oil and the special sauce aroma that spread throughout the pot, Ji Caimai couldn't help but take a deep breath when Wen Mingtang sandwiched the dumplings and took them out of the pot. He took a breath, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "What is the name of this thing?"

Wen Mingtang said: "Thousand-layer cake."