MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room-Chapter 419 fried glutinous rice **** (1)
Wen Mingtang looked at Xinyue who had recovered from the previous trance. Although the expression on his face had recovered, his face was still a little pale.
Coughed lightly, Xinyue said: "The day after tomorrow, His Majesty will call someone into the palace, and then, you go there."
Wen Mingtang raised his eyes and looked at Xinyue in front of him.
Xinyue snorted lightly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, with a bit of sarcasm: "Don't worry, I won't get you involved in any right and wrong, and the corpses you saw in the past will not be involved in a life lawsuit. Come on, after you pass, Zhao Sishan will be able to leave the palace."
Wen Mingtang straightened his lips, and after a long pause, he said, "I want to meet Zhao Sishan to make sure she's still alive."
Xinyue frowned again upon hearing this, glanced at her, turned around and said, "Come with me!"
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Although she offended Concubine Jing and was fined to kneel for half an hour, she was immediately brought to this room and locked up.
Everything needed for daily living in the house is readily available, and thinking of Concubine Jing suddenly appointing her as evening food today, how can Zhao Sishan not understand that he has become a bait at this time? I sat down and waited for half an hour, and sure enough, someone came.
When he saw Wen Mingtang following Xinyue, Zhao Sishan's eyes sharpened suddenly, suppressing his anger, he stared closely at Xinyue who was leading the way, and did not speak.
Facing Zhao Sishan's sharp eyes, Xinyue ignored it, turned around and said to Wen Mingtang behind him: "He is here, can you see it?"
Wen Mingtang gave a "hmm", walked over and hurriedly grabbed Zhao Sishan's hand: "Zhao Sishan, how are you?"
Zhao Sishan stretched out his hand and grabbed her hand, perhaps because of his excitement, he held her hand and trembled slightly: "I...no problem." The word "no problem" seemed to pop out from between his teeth As if coming out, Zhao Sishan stared closely at Xinyue at the side when he spoke, his eyes turned cold.
The cold eyes wandered over her body, and Xinyue subconsciously moved her toes to the side, getting a little further away from the two of them, instead of looking at Zhao Sishan, she only opened her mouth to urge: "What can I say here?" Just say it, hurry up!"
Wen Mingtang held Zhao Sishan's hand back and trembled as well. Looking at Zhao Sishan, his eyes flickered, and his mouth responded to Xinyue: "Got it." After finishing speaking, he asked Zhao Sishan again: "How is it? punished?"
"I only knelt for half an hour, and I returned the cushion with my head down. It's okay." Zhao Sishan replied, still holding Wen Mingtang's hand tightly, trembling slightly.
Wen Mingtang nodded, held Zhao Sishan's hand, and said, "I think so, and they didn't come after you. Have you packed your baggage?"
"It's almost there, I..."
Xinyue, who was on the side, felt that such detailed inquiries were harsh, boring and long-winded. After hearing them say a few words, she couldn't help but interrupted the two of them: "Is it okay to say? Let's just say it." You can leave! If not, you also want to stay here with her?"
Wen Mingtang heard this, looked at Zhao Sishan again, and then stopped: "Okay."
Xinyue snorted coldly, turned around and led her out.
Although the room where Zhao Sishan was imprisoned was in the corner of the concubine's bedroom, no matter whether he came out of the palace or entered the palace, he had to pass through the main road. After Wen Mingtang followed Xinyue onto the main road, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the main hall, only to see that the main hall's gate was wide open and the lights inside were brightly lit. And that Concubine Jing was lying on the soft couch with her eyes closed to rest. Although it was already night, and it would be time to rest in one or two hours, but at this time she still had delicate makeup on her face, and flowers were still pasted between her eyebrows. This outfit...Wen Mingtang's heart moved, he turned around and followed Xinyue out of the palace.
It was already Xu time when we returned to the queen's bedroom. After asking the palace staff, and knowing that His Majesty had come, Wen Mingtang didn't bother the queen anymore, and went to rest on the bed after washing up.
A night without dreams.
On the twelfth day of the first month, there was no further news about Concubine Jing's place for the whole day, and the Empress only asked when she brought the maidservants to present the prepared snacks. By the way, make an appointment on the thirteenth day of the first month of tomorrow, and start planning the glutinous rice **** that will be eaten on the Shangyuan Festival in advance.
Actually, today’s Darong Shangyuan Festival is not a time when glutinous rice **** are the only thing. If you have glutinous rice balls, you can eat a mouthful of glutinous rice balls.
Of course, there will be no shortage of flour and fillings for glutinous rice **** in Gongli.
Early in the morning on the 13th day of the first month, after eating a set of more than ten dishes with one or two bites in the imperial dining room, Wen Mingtang went to the small kitchen to make glutinous rice **** for Shangyuan Festival with two maids. The Imperial Dining Room in the palace will also make this one day. The white and tender glutinous rice skin is filled with black sesame fillings, bean paste fillings, and boiled glutinous rice balls. Adhesive to the teeth, you have to pull it gently to separate the teeth from the soft glutinous glutinous rice balls. The moment you bite through the glutinous rice skins, the fillings flow out from the inside, sweet and soft, quite for delicious.
Wen Mingtang never made the black sesame glutinous rice **** and red bean paste glutinous rice **** made by the imperial dining room. The making of glutinous rice **** is simple and uncomplicated. The chef of the imperial dining room who is in charge of the white case has excellent craftsmanship. With a pair of skilled hands, she can not only make the tiger and rabbit zodiac signs out of the ordinary dough, but also the beautiful scenery of rivers and pavilions. Of course, Wen Mingtang couldn't compare.
The empress naturally didn't want her to compare with these stewardesses who have worked hard for decades, except for important matters, it was purely a novelty.
Wen Mingtang knew this, so he simply made a big fuss about the novelty. I am used to boiled glutinous rice balls, so why don’t you try the deep-fried glutinous rice balls? Ordinary non-flavored glutinous rice skins and glutinous rice **** with fillings are replaced with glutinous rice **** without fillings, but with soy milk and milk flavors. Cooked The taste of the **** wrapped in the cooked soybean flour is also very delicious? It can also be topped with brown sugar syrup and other things according to preference. For those who prefer the soft and glutinous taste, they like it best.
Of course, nothing is as simple as touching the upper and lower lips. Seeing simple things is not easy to do.
For example... fried glutinous rice balls.
According to what Wen Mingtang said, the fried glutinous rice **** are first boiled and then fried. The two maidservants immediately rolled up their sleeves and tried it out. And then... After Wen Mingtang came back, he saw a messy little kitchen. The oil was splashed everywhere, and the two maidservants huddled in the corner held a chopping board in their hands, screaming to avoid the splashing oil. The oily pan was filled with glutinous rice **** that were torn apart, and when Wen Mingtang approached, a little filling flew out of the oily pan, almost "hitting" Wen Mingtang.
Wen Mingtang: "..."
Hastily went to the stove to turn off the fire, and lifted the strainer to fish out the torn glutinous rice **** inside, and then the messy farce was considered to be over.
The two maidservants got up tremblingly from the corner, removed the cutting board in front of them, and asked Wen Mingtang with a sad face: "Master Wen, what's the matter? Why did the glutinous rice **** explode after being put into the frying pan?"
Wen Mingtang couldn't help laughing when he heard this, he laughed twice, and when he was about to speak, a palace maid appeared outside the small kitchen.
"He said what happened, it's as if the kitchen was set on fire!" The palace maid smiled and played with a few people before she spoke, looked at Wen Mingtang and said, "Master Wen, someone is looking for you outside the palace." At that time, his eyes flickered, and he looked in the direction outside the hall, meaning something.
