Dali Temple Small Dining Room

Chapter 300: Spicy Chicken (2)

  Chapter 300 Spicy Chicken (2)

  The first chopsticks are aimed at the chicken covered with sesame seeds. The chicken is not big in size, and the surface is extremely crispy after being fried twice at high temperature. Biting off the crispy skin, the chicken inside is locked in juice by the oil. Because the chicken pieces are not big, you can put them into your mouth in one bite. When you chew, the crispy skin dominates, and because of the juicy chicken inside, the two textures blend together to form a very It has a unique taste with a little elasticity and tenacity.

   This peculiar taste made A Bing and Tangyuan Tongji, who had tasted all kinds of delicacies made by Wen Mingtang for more than half a year, unable to stop.

The spicier taste than the so-called "spicy dishes" in the usual days made the tongues of the three people who had just adapted to the spicy taste in the past a little hot, and the bottom of the tongue instinctively produced more body fluid to deal with the hotter food. Spicy. While inhaling "hissing", feeling the "enthusiasm" spiciness, but the fragrant and crispy taste after this spiciness is irresistible and irresistible.

  Spicyness is hard to get rid of, the body fluid on the bottom of the tongue is not enough, and the rice in the bowl comes together. The oily, chewy chicken nuggets are wrapped in the rice, and a big mouthful of rice is immediately resolved with one bite.

   Only a few pieces of chicken were eaten, and there was only a small half of the rice left in the bowl. Ji Caimai couldn't help but sigh: "It looks like another meal!"

   "It's good to drink with, or as a snack!" Wen Mingtang smiled and put another chopstick of spicy chicken into his mouth, chewing carefully, savoring the fresh, spicy, rich and unique taste of the chicken.

  Seeing Wen Mingtang eating the spicy chicken noodles without changing his expression, A Bing and the glutinous rice **** with rice in his mouth looked envious: they also wanted to eat so calmly, but their tongues couldn't accept the spicy "enthusiasm".

  In the entire Dali Temple, I am afraid that only Lin Shaoqing and Master Wen can use this thing as a snack.

The same plate of spicy chicken was eaten with two large bowls of rice. After eating, A Bing burped with glutinous rice balls, rubbed his stomach, and turned to look at the sky outside the public kitchen: it was less than half a day away from lunch It's been an hour, and I don't know how the group of officials and servants in Dali Temple have reaped today.

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  Although Guanshi Mao is only a steward of the internal affairs yamen, his family is not the "old Chang'an" like the old Shi Ling in the past, with his ancestors' foundation. It is said that he is a foreigner who came to Chang'an in his teens to seek a living. He has no background or background. He is now in his forties, and after more than 20 years, he has worked hard to create a "huge family business".

Although the house where Guan Mao lives is not very rich, it seems that the neighbors in the surrounding neighborhood who travel in horse-drawn carriages are all well-known merchants, and there are more than a dozen handymen, maidservants, Servants and so on, although they are not married and have children, their lives are very comfortable, they open their mouths when they eat, and stretch out their hands when they come to clothes.

   Walking into the room, I immediately saw Mao Guanshi lying upright on the ground. He lowered his head and took a look at this somewhat wealthy, extremely "golden" nobleman. His fat face was blue and purple, and two clear strangle marks on his neck were visible at a glance.

   One was left hanging from the beam of the house, and the other was left when he strangled the Maoguan.

   It is clear at a glance whether it was suicide or homicide.

  Wu Bucai who came over had finished the autopsy, pointed to the strangle marks on his neck, walked over to Lin Fei and said, "Here, I don't need to say more after seeing this!"

   "Homicide was done in the middle of the night." Wu Bucai summed it up concisely, "The concealment method is extremely perfunctory, and I don't really want to completely conceal it, but it's just a show!"

  Hearing this, Lin Fei nodded, looked at Wu Bucai, and said, "Is there anything else?"

  Wu Bucai let out a "hmm" and said, "I didn't find any signs of struggle on my body."

  Lin Fei paused when he heard the words, and turned to look at Wu Bucai.

  Wu Bucai raised his two hands, gestured at his wrists, and said, "There is no rope restraint injury, nor was there any wound from struggling with random grasping, and no sweat medicine was found in the mouth and nose..."

  In this case, there is only one possibility: the manager surnamed Mao is awake and willing to be strangled to death by him.

"It was fine last night," Wu Bucai said here, looking at the servants outside who were being questioned by the guards, and said, "The surname Mao lives a very particular life. The morning meals are all ordered one day in advance, and the eight-piece set was ordered last night."

  Lin Fei, who was listening to Wu Bucai, couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this, frowned, and looked at Wu Bucai: "What is a set of eight pieces?"

  It was the first time he had heard of such a meal.

   came early, Wu Bucai, who not only finished the autopsy, but also listened to the officer's questioning, answered the question on his behalf.

"It's the court food that the surname Mao himself ordered, a total of eight dishes, all kinds of expensive side dishes..." Wu Bucai couldn't help shaking his head when he said this, "My lord is frugal, and the court food imperial dining room only prepares eight kinds of side dishes. Amazing, the rules of living behind closed doors are almost comparable to those of the Holy One."

  Lin Fei's brows became tighter and tighter, and he waited until Wu Bu's voice fell, and immediately said: "Apart from the internal affairs office, does he have any other business?"

"The shop has been bought and rented out, and he himself is only responsible for collecting the rent, and he has not heard of anything else." Wu Bu paused for a moment, and hurriedly said to Lin Fei, "This is what those servants said. .”

   "Then he is really powerful!" Lin Fei said, his eyes glanced at a row of expensive flowers and trees planted in the corner of the yard, then he turned around and asked Wu Bucai, "He is a foreigner who came to Chang'an to ask for a living, how did he get into the internal affairs office?"

   "I don't know much yet," Wu Bucai shook his head, spread his hands to express that he had only heard so much, paused, and said, "The servant is just a servant, and I guess the doorway inside is not very clear."

   This steward surnamed Mao is obviously not following the righteous path. How this kind of person gets his first pot of gold into the "business" is often the beginning of his failure to follow the righteous path, and he will not be heretics.

The officer Liu Yuan and the servants in that room also finished asking the servants below, came over, waved their hands and saluted, and then said: "Lin Shaoqing, this man surnamed Mao lived a very luxurious life on weekdays, not to mention the normal salary of a manager of the internal affairs office. Even if dozens of such internal affairs yamen add up, they can't live like this."

   Speaking of this, Liu Yuan shook his head and said, "He doesn't live on a monthly salary!"

   Isn't this nonsense? Wu Bucai on the side glanced at Liu Yuan when he heard the words: Anyone with long eyes knows that this Mao will not live on a monthly salary.

  The key is where the money comes from.

   This is where the headaches come from. Liu Yuan, who came back after asking around, didn't look very good-looking, and met Lin Fei's gaze, but still said: "The servants below have never seen where he goes to get money every day, except for the internal affairs office. , Even when I go home, most of the time I go out is to buy things, money... it seems to be conjured out of thin air!"

   Happy New Years Eve!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)

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