MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room-Chapter 12 Potstickers (1)

  Chapter 12 Pot Stickers (1)

  At dusk, Zhang Caimai appeared in front of Zhaoji Restaurant with a hale and hearty half-century old man.

Looking at the crooked sign with the words "No Customers Welcome" standing at the entrance of the restaurant, Zhang Caimai was taken aback for a moment, and instinctively raised his eyes to look into the restaurant, but what he saw was a mess inside the restaurant : After lunch, the leftovers of the dishes and chopsticks that have not had time to clean up are still on the table and no one cares about them. Overturned tables and chairs, broken dishes and dishes can be seen everywhere.

  This situation...is like a fight.

  Zhang Caimai couldn't help frowning, and was about to enter the door when he saw Wen Mingtang lift the curtain and come out from behind.

   What a coincidence! Zhang Caimai was too lazy to enter the door, and called out to the girl: "Miss Wen!"

   "Zhang Caimai!" Wen Mingtang saw Zhang Caimai greeted him with a smile, and looked at the strange old man beside him.

  This...could it be the chef of the official chef of Guozijian mentioned in the morning?

  But said that when the old man saw Wen Mingtang, his heart suddenly turned cold.

  But everyone came over, so I was patient and asked Zhang Caimai: "The cook with good skills you mentioned is..."

  Zhang Caimai pointed to Wen Mingtang who came over, and introduced: "This is Miss Wen, personally recommended by Zhao Sishan, and I am determined to make sure that those picky young masters of your Imperial College can't go wrong!"

  I originally thought that this matter should be a certainty, and it was just a show.

  As soon as the clinker said this, the old man's face immediately turned cold: "No need!" The old man shook his head and said, "She can't!"

   Zhang Caimai was anxious when he heard this: "Why not? Master Jiang, are you afraid that her craftsmanship will not be able to hold up the table? It's okay, you can take the first and second exams..."

"It has nothing to do with craftsmanship!" The old man shook his head, interrupted Zhang Caimai's words unceremoniously, pointed at Wen Mingtang, and said bluntly, "The parents of those students may be the first to disagree with her appearance! "

   As for what's going on here? The old man didn't wait for Zhang Caimai to ask, so he started to explain first.

"Why did the cook at the front of the road leave?" The old man said this, still a little angry in his heart: "the Dali Temple in front of us allocated a cook named Zhou to us. What do you think? Some time ago, a 14-year-old student went back and argued with his family about marrying Mrs. Zhou! The student's family was angry at the time and ran to the Imperial College for several days. !"

When the old man said this, he still had an expression of lingering fear: "The cook lady Zhou in front of me is just a delicate face, and her appearance is already like this. This little lady Wen is born with such a pretty appearance, no matter how good she is at cooking. Eat it, even the official chef of our Zijian dare not ask for it!"

   Zhang Caimai was at a loss for words when he said something: "..."

  Wen Mingtang did not expect that one day he would be rejected by the public chef because he was not ugly enough, not because of poor craftsmanship.

  The three were relatively silent for a while.

At this moment, Zhao Lian lifted the curtain and ran out from behind, blushing almost to the point of bleeding: "Sister Wen, my mother is making trouble again, just now I found a white silk and said... she will hang herself if you don't leave." ...I can't hold back..."

   Zhang Caimai and the old man on the side were stunned.

Wen Mingtang also promised Zhao Sishan that he would tell Zhang Caimai what happened in the past two days, so he told him what happened in Zhaoji Restaurant in a few words. Immediately sneered: "She still cries, makes trouble and hangs herself? Where does she have a face? Yuerou bought it..."

"But Zhao Sishan is not here! It's hard for an upright official to decide on housework, especially when she's not around now, and Zhao Dalang is her own brother, with this name here, it's really troublesome for me to intervene here." The old man said here, Touching his chin, he looked at Wen Mingtang who was standing there, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

  It would be okay if she refused because of her craftsmanship, but the reason for her rejection was that she was not ugly enough... Uh, it was really unreasonable.

   Right now, seeing that this little lady is going to have no place to stay, Jiang Laosao thought for a while and said, "Actually, I have a ready-made place here!"

  Zhang Caimai didn't expect Liu to come out like this, and immediately chased people away by crying, making trouble, and hanging himself. Right now, it is impossible to slowly help Wen Mingtang find another good place, so after hearing the words, he hurriedly asked Old Man Jiang, "Where is the place?"

  The old man Jiang picked his teeth and pointed in the direction of Zhuquefang: "The official chef of the Dali Temple Yamen in front of the Imperial College is always short of staff!"

  When Zhang Caimai heard this, his face immediately changed, and he refused without thinking: "The public chef of the Yamen of Dali Temple is not good!"

  Jiang Laosao glanced at him and said, "Do you think you can always have a job like a public chef in the yamen? Except for the Yamen of Dali Temple, it is really hard to find a public chef who is short of people!"

  Zhang Caimai glanced at Wen Mingtang at the side, showing hesitation.

  To be honest, if I had time to find him slowly, I would definitely not let Wen Mingtang go to the public kitchen of Dali Temple! But right now, this little lady Wen is obviously going nowhere! Although it is not impossible to live in an inn, Miss Wen is alone, and she will consider living alone in the future. It is really not worthwhile to waste money in an inn for nothing.

Glancing at little Wen Mingtang, who was standing there pretty and lively, Old Man Jiang blushed slightly, and touched his nose in embarrassment: Originally, he promised Zhang Cai to buy it, and he didn't want to break his promise, but he really didn't expect this little lady Wen to be born. Such a pretty face!

  This morning, he was called by Yu Jijiu to give some advice. Yu Jijiu made it clear that new cooks and cooks, no matter male or female, can't be good-looking, and even good-looking ones are the best.

  Jiang Laosou also felt that this request was outrageous, so he muttered on the spot: "This is like saying that the public chef needs to find an ugly monster!"

As a result, as soon as the words came out, Yu Jijiu slapped the food table at that time, and said: "We must find an ugly one, so that it will not affect the students' studies! Maybe the student's appearance is not good enough, so that the students can spend their time eating I have less time to spend, and I can work harder to study hard, so I can leave the Imperial Prison early!"

   Jiang Laosou was amazed at what he said: It is worthy of offering sacrifices to wine, but he still thinks so!

  But Yu Jijiu said so, even if he took this little lady Wen back, he would not be able to pass Yu Jijiu's test.

"Why don't you tell Miss Wen to stay in the public kitchen of the Yamen of Dali Temple for a while, and I will help you pay attention to these days," Old Man Jiang said. The little lady transferred over."

Seeing that Zhang Caimai was still hesitating when he said this, Jiang Laosao said again: "Although the public kitchen in Dali Temple is difficult, it is not without benefits. There is always a shortage of people in that place. The yard is all empty. Miss Wen can get a lodging room all by herself after she goes in, which saves the trouble of living with other people, which is a good thing by chance!"

  Zhang Caimai fell silent.

   Taking advantage of this time, Wen Mingtang finally found a chance to interject, and she couldn't help asking curiously: "Why do you treat the public chef of Dali Temple as the scourge of a scourge?"

  (end of this chapter)