Chapter 133 Double Skin Milk

   While eating a pancake, the heavy dark clouds cleared and the sky became brighter. Ah Bing waited on the porch for Wen Mingtang who came back from doing good deeds.

   "Master Wen!" Seeing Wen Mingtang, A Bing stepped forward happily and asked, "Did you send that lady home?"

  Wen Mingtang smiled at him, pointed to the man behind him who was held in the hands of two guards, and said, "I didn't send it home, but brought it to Dali Temple."

ha? Ah Bing was stunned when he heard that, and followed Wen Mingtang's direction to look over, only to see that the face of the man being held by the guard was covered in pepper noodles, and he closed his eyes and pursed his mouth with difficulty. Hearing Wen Mingtang speak, she seemed to want to say something, but just opened her mouth, but was choked by the pepper noodles and started to sneeze uncontrollably.

   Tsk tsk! The taste of being choked by pepper noodles is not good! I can't bear it at all, let alone this head and face.

  A Bing looked at Jing An sympathetically, and felt a little sorry for the pepper noodles on her face: "Isn't this pepper noodles ground and brought to Lao Yuan?"

  Wen Mingtang gave a "hmm" and said with a smile: "The pepper noodles are sprinkled, just grind some more."

A Bing nodded, looked at Jing'an who was escorted to the prison by the guards, paused, and then remembered: "Master Wen, didn't that woman hurt her legs? Also, why did you send her to the prison? Did something happen?"

  Looking at the way the woman was walking, her legs and feet were very clean, not at all like the one who complained about being injured earlier.

  Wen Mingtang looked at the back of Jing An being escorted away, and said, "She is that painted skin monster."

  As soon as the words "Painted Skin Monster" came out, Ah Bing was taken aback, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Jing'an, but he could only see the back of the **** and the shadows under his feet.

   "This...is that monster? How could it be..." A Bing murmured, his eyes full of puzzlement.

  Why do ghosts and ghosts appear in broad daylight? The storybooks all appear at night!

  Also... No matter how you look like this, you look like a person, not some monster who can paint skin!

   "It's not monsters that harm people, but she is pretending to be a ghost to harm people." Wen Mingtang said, touching the soft sword that had been buckled back to his waist, and asked A Bing, "Lin Shaoqing and the others are back?"

  A Bing shook his head and said: "He didn't come back, but he called Wu Wuzuo who was behind him, and brought a lot of stretchers with him. I heard that a lot of corpses were found."

  Wen Mingtang gave an "oh" when he heard the words, nodded and said, "That's okay! Although the monsters were caught in vain, but some corpses were found, it was not a waste of time."

   After finishing speaking, he took A Bing to the public kitchen to grind pepper noodles.

  Because of this delay, Wen Mingtang and A Bing simply had lunch before going to see the glutinous rice balls.

   Waiting all morning but no one was there, Tang Yuan drank some porridge in a hurry, and when there was a sudden heavy rain, it seemed like night in broad daylight. With nothing to do, Tang Yuan fell asleep. When I woke up from a nap, it was already bright outside, I sat up from the bed, stretched myself, and when I was about to call for someone, I heard a familiar voice outside.

   "Uncle Yuan, this is the pepper noodles we ground ourselves. We heard Tangyuan said that Uncle Yuan likes this one, so we brought some here."

   is the voice of Master Wen! Tang Yuan's eyes lit up, and then he heard his father's laughing voice.

"Success! Succeed! It's not a valuable item, so I'll take it from you, Uncle Yuan!" Old Yuan said with a smile, pointing to the room, "Little girl took a nap, and I see that the heat has faded! Master Wen, after you came to the public kitchen, she ate and slept well, and her body is in good shape, very strong, and I can see that she will be able to return to the public kitchen tomorrow to continue working. "

Wen Mingtang couldn't help laughing when he heard it, and A Bing beside him happily shook the food box in his hand, and said, "I originally came here in the morning, but halfway through, I met that painted-skinned monster who treated Master Wen as glutinous rice balls." Now, I want to kill people to silence..."

  Old Yuan, who was smiling at first, turned serious when he heard this, and looked Wen Mingtang up and down. He was relieved when he saw that there were no wounds on her body, and asked, "Where is the injury?"

  A Bing shook his head and said: "Not hurt! Our master Wen is amazing! He caught the painted-skinned monster pretending to be a ghost and brought it back to Dali Temple. It is a person, a living person, not a monster!"

   "Really?" Tangyuan sitting on the bed inside couldn't sit still when she heard this, and couldn't help asking immediately.

  Hearing the questioning voice from inside, A Bing raised his voice and said: "It's a person! There is a shadow, Tangyuan, Master Wen and I brought double skin milk to eat with you, maybe come in?"

  Shuangpi Nai? Is it another new snack made by Master Wen? The glutinous rice **** that only ate some porridge and side dishes in the morning couldn't sit still. Hearing this, he hurriedly said, "Come in quickly! I want to eat the double-skin milk made by Master Wen!"

  Looking at the look of thinking about eating, you know it's almost good! Lao Yuan shook his head, said a few words, turned and went out, Wen Mingtang and A Bing walked in with Shuangpi Nai.

   Not talking nonsense, he directly took Shuangpi Nai out of the food box.

  Wen Mingtang made two servings, one was the usual double-skin milk, and the other was sprinkled with some red beans.

  In the pure white porcelain bowl, the milky white double-skin milk has a thick layer of milk skin on the surface, and you can smell the rich milk frankincense when it is served in front of you.

   "It's so fragrant, it looks like stewed eggs." Tangyuan said eagerly, picked up the spoon, and scooped a spoonful on the bowl of ordinary double-skin milk.

After scooping it up with a spoon, I found that this pair of skin milk not only looks like stewed eggs on the outside, but also looks similar on the inside. The rich milk frankincense blows over the face.

The glutinous rice balls, who like to eat milk, naturally couldn't resist the temptation, so they hurriedly put the spoonful of double-skin milk into their mouths. Compared with ordinary milk, the entrance seemed to be more mellow. It's simply too much for people.

After finishing the bowl of double-skin milk spoonful after spoonful of glutinous rice balls, he quickly picked up another bowl of double-skin milk sprinkled with red beans. The bean aroma of red beans is mixed with the mellow milk frankincense of the double skin milk underneath, making the taste richer.

"It's the first time I've discovered that milk and red beans are so delicious when mixed together." Tangyuan is a foodie, and most foodies have a clever mouth, and they can learn how to mix food without a teacher. , "When it comes to summer, mix it up and eat it, add some ice, and it will be delicious if you make it into a crispy mountain!"

   He really knows how to eat! Wen Mingtang smiled when he heard the words: "Then treat you better. When summer comes, I will make red bean milk crisps to eat!"

   After eating Shuangpi Nai, we talked about the painted skin monster.

"The painted skin monster is a person, a fake nun who lives in a temple." Wen Mingtang is not yet clear about the specific circumstances of the case, but what is known so far can be said with Tangyuan, "Although it is a person, you can listen to what she said What you say, what you do should be similar to that painted skin monster, like a monster, lure those romantic scholars back and kill them directly."

  For half-grown children like Tangyuan, ghosts and ghosts are more frightening, especially for children who grew up in Dali Temple.

  So when she heard that the murderer was a person, Tang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but she did not forget to ask Wen Mingtang curiously, "Why did she kill someone?"

  (end of this chapter)