Chapter 59 Egg-filled biscuits (2)

  The ingredients for today's morning meal are still the same as the previous two days. Before Wen Mingtang was going to make egg-filled pancakes, he slightly processed carrots and diced meat.

  The side dishes made with these two ingredients are also good, but since Ji Caimai brought the ingredients, Wen Mingtang was naturally rude, and picked out lettuce, potatoes, and pork tenderloin from them. His eyes fell on the few remaining ducks that had been slaughtered, Wen Mingtang paused, and then looked away.

   It’s important to cook the morning food first!

  Wash the lettuce, shred the potatoes and scoop them into hot water to make cold potato shreds. As for the pork tenderloin, it is sliced ​​into thin slices, wrapped in egg white, salt, and pepper, marinated and deep-fried.

   After all the side dishes were ready, Wen Mingtang began to cook the morning food.

  Take out the divided dough and roll it out with a rolling pin, roll it into a rectangular shape, brush it with oil, and fry it in a flat iron pan. Ji Caimai was still curious about how to fill it, but when he saw the surface of the pancake suddenly puffed up like air, he couldn't help but wondered: "I thought it was an ordinary dough, but the inside is actually empty?"

Wen Mingtang smiled and nodded, cracked an egg, added some salt and stirred it slightly, then carefully poked the inflated cake surface with chopsticks, and when a hole was poked, pour all the egg liquid into it .

   So, the egg is really poured in! Ji Caimai swallowed subconsciously as he smelled the aroma of eggs and wheat that gradually became more attractive after frying, and began to add vegetables when the cake was turned over and cooked.

  Spread on a layer of Ji Caimai and order Ming to bean paste and soybean paste, Wen Mingtang adds lettuce, potato shreds and tenderloin in turn, then wraps the whole cake, wraps it in oil paper and hands it to Ji Caimai.

  The egg-filled biscuits just out of the pan are still a little hot to the touch, even through the greased paper, you can feel the slightly hot touch from your fingertips.

   But smelling the aroma of egg-filled biscuits in the paper bag, Ji Caimai was really reluctant to let go, and opened his mouth to bite down on the egg-filled biscuits in front of him.

  Afterwards, the first reaction was: The eggs filling in this egg-filled biscuit is definitely not a gimmick, it is really delicious in this way!

Both sides of the pan-fried pancake are crispy, although eating it alone is delicious, but after adding a layer of egg liquid in the middle, there is an extra layer of smooth and soft egg texture in the crispness, which is better than eating it alone. Immediately enriched.

   Too much fried food will always feel greasy. Lettuce is the most important layer to reduce the greasy feeling. With lettuce, it won’t make people feel greasy. The following potato shreds are sour and spicy, which increases the appetite. After the appetite is maximized, the marinated and deep-fried tenderloin slips into the mouth extremely tender.

   Ji Cai bought and ate very comfortably, and couldn't help applauding!

   Today’s Chaoshi is still popular, and the egg-filled biscuits counted by head have been sold out before the time for Chaoshi.

"It's all Zhao You's fault! With Lin Shaoqing's face, I got three servings alone!" Liu Yuan, who came a little late today, grabbed the last egg-filled biscuit, and complained while eating. .

  But I heard Wen Mingtang, who started to clean up the table, asking Ji Caimai: "Ji Caimai, can I use this duck?"

Ji Caimai picked his teeth, nodded with a cup of goji berry tea in his hand, and said, "I brought it here for you," he said after a pause. As a foodie, he was keenly aware of Wen Mingtang's original intention for asking this question , "Master Wen wants to make duck dishes?"

  Wen Mingtang said: "Today's dumpling wrappers are useless. I want to use them up, so I asked this duck."

  What duck dishes use dumpling wrappers? Ji Caimai was aroused again, and asked Wen Mingtang, "What kind of duck dish do you make?"

  Wen Mingtang said: "It's called roast duck!"

  Ji Caimai let out an "oh", and immediately waved his hand: "Take it away, take it away!"

Liu Yuan, who was immersed in eating egg-filled pancakes, heard this, and quickly asked: "When will Master Wen's roast duck be ready? Can you save some for us?" He said with a bitter face, "There is another case, this In a few days, it is estimated that it will not be able to go down normally. As for Master Wang’s evening food, he will definitely be hungry at night..."

  Before he finished speaking, Ji Caimai interrupted him unceremoniously. He pointed to the nosy rules set by the internal affairs yamen, and said, "The public kitchen doesn't provide supper."

  Liu Yuan's face collapsed when he heard that, before he could speak, Ji Caimai coughed suddenly, and said again: "Of course, if Master Wen borrows a public kitchen, it doesn't matter if he cooks for himself!"

  Liu Yuan's face was overjoyed when he heard a word, and he quickly looked at Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen, look at this..."

  Wen Mingtang smiled and said, "You can come to the public kitchen at night."

   Said, took A Bing and glutinous rice **** and left with the necks of those ducks.

  Seeing the three of them walking out of the public kitchen with a long-necked duck in each hand, Liu Yuan couldn't help but said: "The appearance of walking with a duck in this hand looks quite arrogant!"

  Ji Caimai glanced at him, and said: "If you don't finish eating, you won't be in the lobby on time today, please be careful and remember that you are late!"

   Liu Yuan was taken aback by a single sentence, and hurried out of the public kitchen to the office lobby.

  After eating the egg-filled biscuits in a leisurely manner, Lin Fei took a couple of sips of tea, got up and went to search for his wife.

  The corpse was brought back yesterday, and Wu Zuo took over the autopsy.

When the past passed, Wu Zuo was holding an egg-filled biscuit to eat morning food. Seeing him coming, he called out "Lin Shaoqing", pointed to the assembled corpse on the countertop and said, "I don't need to say more about the cause of this person's death. Seeing how pitiful he was, I sewed him up." As he spoke, he couldn't help muttering again, "It's so pitiful!"

  Lin Fei let out a "hmm" and walked over.

  For the convenience of the autopsy, the make-up on this man's face has been washed off, revealing his original face.

   It looked like he was in his twenties, and his eyes that were open yesterday had been closed. After the body was put together by the assistant, the horror of yesterday was gone, and he lay there quietly as if he had fallen asleep.

   Lin Fei picked up the post-mortem paper written by the author and looked at it for a while, pointed to one of the lines, and asked the author who was eating egg-filled pancakes: "Does he have injuries on his hands?"

  仵 nodded and said, "There are many scratches on the right hand."

   "New injury or old injury?" Lin Fei asked.

   "It should be the scratch a day or two before his death," Zuo Zuo said, "After all, he is a novice singing opera and needs to practice swords. Maybe it is the scratch left at that time."

  Lin Fei didn't speak, but walked to the right side of the corpse, raised his hand and looked at the sunlight.

  Under the sun, the scratches between the fingers were criss-crossed, and because it was about to heal, it was difficult to distinguish whether it was the lines between the fingers or the scars.

  The sun fell on Lin Fei's face, he looked at that hand, as if he was stunned and remained motionless.

  Wu Zuo glanced at Lin Fei, and when he was about to continue eating the egg-filled biscuits in his hand, Lin Fei suddenly said, "He has something to say."

  (end of this chapter)