Chapter 109 Claypot Rice (2)

She had actually been interested in Lin Fei's casserole in the house filled with debris for a long time. Taking advantage of the time she spent making clay pot rice, she could cook a lot of food in the future.

After dragging the cart of casseroles to the public kitchen, Wen Mingtang added a handful of rice to the casserole, added water and slowly simmered it over low heat, and then went to deal with the pile of preserved meats delivered by Zhuangzi.

The thick and white sausages were hanging there section by section. The glutinous rice balls looked at them and said: "It's like New Year's firecrackers."

In addition to sausages, there are also marinated bacon, cured pork ribs and several cured chickens, which are perfect for making cured meat claypot rice.

Wen Mingtang blanched the bacon in water, sliced ​​the sausage, and cut the bacon, pork ribs and chicken into pieces.

After half an hour of slow cooking, the casserole is ready. I have to say that the things in Lin Fei's house are really good. The "oven" used for roasting duck last time was good. This time, none of the casseroles had leaks or cracks.

Wen Mingtang washed the casserole, brushed a layer of oil on the pot, put the rice into the casserole, and taught A Bing and Ah Bing what to pay attention to when making glutinous rice balls: "The rice and water should be about the same amount."

After adding the rice, arrange the sliced ​​sausages, cured ribs, bacon and cured chicken neatly and clearly around the edge of the casserole, then cover the pot and simmer.

Small casseroles were lined up on the stove one after another, looking inexplicably spectacular.

As hot steam comes out of the small hole in the pot lid, the aroma of the rice begins to spread.

Abing sniffed his nose vigorously and said, "It's obviously the same rice, but why does it seem to be more fragrant than usual? Is there something wrong with my nose?"

Hearing this, Wen Mingtang smiled and said, "That's not really the case. The casserole is heated more evenly, so it smells better."

Wen Mingtang counted the time and nestled an egg in each casserole before the bell rang for the evening meal.

When the evening meal began, the Dali Temple officials and guards walked into the public kitchen. The timing was just right. Finally, they sprinkled a handful of black sesame seeds and green onions on top, and the clay pot rice was ready.

Ah Bing was not the only one who felt that today's rice was more fragrant than usual. There were also many who sniffed and wondered if the rice had been changed.

Ah Bing proudly puffed up his chest and solved everyone's confusion: It's not the rice, it's the pot!

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was stunned, Zhao You quickly got to the front of the crowd, took away the first two portions of clay pot rice, and then ran away with the casserole without looking back.

When it comes to eating proactively, no one can compare to this one!

After running all the way back to Lin Fei and placing the covered casserole in front of Lin Fei, Zhao You said excitedly: "Lin Shaoqing, I got the first portion of the evening meal today. I asked Master Wen to make the casserole with rice." It’s much more fragrant than the original one!”

Lin Fei glanced at the excited Zhao You and opened the lid.

The dense heat dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the claypot rice inside. Sausage, bacon, cured pork ribs and cured chicken are laid out neatly and generously on the top. On the other side is a small handful of hot green vegetables, with an egg nestled in the middle, and a layer of ingredients sprinkled on top. The black sesame seeds and a few chopped green onions were so full of ingredients that only the white grains of rice underneath could be seen through the gaps in the ingredients.

With just one glance, Zhao You started to swallow his saliva.

There is also a small bowl next to the casserole. In the small bowl is the sauce prepared with sauce, salt, sugar and other ingredients to go with the clay pot rice.

"Master Wen said to pour it on your head before eating." Zhao You, who was swallowing his saliva while watching the clay pot rice, saw Lin Fei pick up the small bowl, thought of this, and said quickly.

Lin Fei said "hmm", poured the sauce on it, then picked up the spoon on the side and started eating.

The first spoonful is rice mixed with two slices of Chinese sausage. Probably because it is simmered together with the rice, the rice has already been infiltrated with a layer of cured meat aroma. The meaty rice is filled with salty, sweet, soft and hard texture. The appropriate sausage is put into the mouth together, and the taste is indeed extraordinary.

Lin Fei ate one spoonful, and with the second spoonful he dug out the egg nestled in the center. With one spoonful, the white egg skin was broken, and the unsolidified egg liquid immediately flowed out, and was mixed with cured meat and rice. among.

Lin Fei scooped up the rice mixed with egg liquid. The specially prepared sauce was moderately salty. The rice had a hint of egg flavor because it was mixed with egg liquid. He liked this taste so much that he ate two more spoonfuls. Then he turned the spoon to the edge of the casserole.

He had already noticed this. The rice on the edge of the casserole was slightly burnt, but it was not too sticky and could be scooped out with just a flick of the kuai.

It's slightly crispy with the aroma of crispy rice. It's not as fragrant and glutinous as the rice just now. It's slightly hard and has a tooth-sticking texture. It has a different flavor than the previous ones.

There is an astonishingly rich taste in a small pot, and even the cured meats are not all tasteless. The sausages are salty and sweet, the bacon and ribs have a stronger smoky flavor, and the cured chicken is more salty and fragrant to go with rice.

By the time Zhao You devoured his meal, he went out for a walk and came back, the casserole on Lin Fei's desk was already empty.

Zhao You couldn't help but nod his head: he knew that Lin Shaoqing liked Master Wen's craftsmanship. Every time he got the food from the public kitchen, he could eat every bit of it. In the past, even in the Hou Mansion, such situations rarely happened.

Don't look at Lin Shaoqing who doesn't talk much and never makes things difficult for the cook, but whether he likes it or not is all decided in his rice bowl!

Liu Yuan and others also have no grains of rice left. The painting case is still unsolved. It's hard to say whether Zhuang Meiniang is the real culprit. The case will continue to be investigated. How can you have the strength to do anything if you don't have enough food?

"Lin Shaoqing," Liu Yuan and others came over to see Lin Fei after they had eaten enough and had eaten away their accumulated food. "Do you want Zhuang Meiniang to start the interrogation?"

Lin Fei didn't say yes or no, he just got up and walked to the case beside him. The medicine bags stacked on the case were familiar to everyone. If they weren't brought from Zhuang Meiniang's cupboard, what could they be?

Just when he was about to ask, he saw Lin Fei pointing at the pile of medicine packets that were all opened and divided into two piles, and said: "Two kinds of medicine."

One is for replenishing qi and blood. Lin Fei had already mentioned it when he was in the study, and the other... Liu Yuan was startled when he thought of the expressions of those students, and blurted out: "It can't really be poison!"

"There is no poison!" Lin Fei shook his head when he heard this, looked at the medicine bag on the case, and said, "There is also a medicine that is a folk remedy, used by women to beg for children."

Liu Yuan was stunned at what he said, and instinctively said: "Lin Shaoqing actually knows this?"

Lin Fei glanced at him and said: "Of course, I don't know if it will be useful. However, this does explain why Zhuang Meiniang and her husband have no children."

I don't know whether the childlessness is Zhuang Meiniang's problem or her husband's problem.

However, for a study owner with a small fortune, most of the time he wants to have a child.

The childlessness was probably the reason for the discord between her and her husband.