CH 17

Wen Mingtang smiled and mixed all kinds of seasonings with chopsticks. The fragrance of oil and ingredients soaked their face and body. Just looking at the color, their index fingers were already moving, not to mention that the fragrance was still rushing straight into their nose.

Pushing the well-mixed noodles in front of the two of them, both of them stretched out their hands at the same time.

Looking at Tang Yuan who was a few years younger than him and still a girl, Ah Bing took a deep breath, and retracted his hands: “You… you can eat first!”

Tang Yuan looked at Ah Bing, who couldn’t help swallowing, hesitated, and pushed the noodle bowl: “You go first…”

“What’s there to argue about over a bowl of noodles?” Wen Mingtang scooped the pulled noodles into another bowl with a strainer and put in various seasonings, and finally poured the hot oil and handed it to Ah Bing, “Eat it while it’s hot!”

He couldn’t wait to mix the noodles like Wen Mingtang, and couldn’t help himself, quickly stuffed the noodles into his mouth.

As soon as the noodles entered his mouth, he couldn’t help but exclaim: “So… delicious!”

This was too delicious! At least they ate the first chopsticks with elegance and respect. By the time of the second chopstick, Ah Bing and Tangyuan couldn’t bear it anymore, and they started eating noodles without a care who was watching.

This noodle was smooth and chewy, mixed with the sauce in the mouth, it was even more refreshing when you slurp it.

Such a way of eating is really bold, and Wen Mingtang felt that the noodles in the bowl were even more fragrant for no reason.

After eating a bowl of noodles, although they felt that there was still space for some more, looking at the slightly pale sky, Ah Bing and Tangyuan knew that they had to start working.

Dozens of bowls of noodles have to be prepared for prisoners in prison, and they are afraid that it will be too late when they are late.

Following Wen Mingtang’s example, they rolled the dough and then tore it into strips by hand. Even though they didn’t do it very well at the beginning, they were quite decent in the end.

As for the most important seasonings, Wen Mingtang did not hide them from the two of them and told them to remember the amount of each seasoning to be added. After all the seasonings were placed in the noodle bowl, Wen Mingtang used the hot oil. The oil pot was loaded, and together with Ah Bing and Tang Yuan, they walked to the prison of the Yamen of Dali Temple.

When they arrived, several guards on duty at night were holding a pancake in each hand, and eating it with eggs and porridge. Looking at the bamboo tubes filled with porridge and the pancakes wrapped in oiled paper, they seemed to have just been bought from the market.

Seeing a few people coming, the guards greeted them, and one of them enthusiastically pointed to the pancakes aside and said, “Do you want to eat breakfast? We bought the pancakes in the morning market!”

Ah Bing shook his head, remembered the smell of noodles that hadn’t dissipated in his mouth, and couldn’t help but say to a few servants: “Brother, Master Wen’s morning food is delicious!”

“Oh, really?” The guards smiled and still ate the cakes in their hands, but they said politely, “What kind of morning food did you make?”

“Noodles!” The little girl Tang Yuan rolled her eyelids and looked at the appearance of several guards. Knowing that they didn’t take them seriously, she helped Wen Mingtang take out the noodle bowls from the wooden cart and lined them up on the high-legged countertops one by one.

After a bit of arrangement, she asked a few guards: “Would you like to eat?”

The officer who was eating breakfast glanced at some of the seasoning and only faintly saw the noodles with chili powder, minced garlic, and minced scallions. He shook his head and said, “That’s not necessary, we bought breakfast!”

It looked like there were only noodles and seasonings in the bowl, not even any other vegetables or meat. Don’t think the taste will be that good.

This reaction was not surprising at all! Tang Yuan and Ah Bing looked at each other, and there was a look of color in their eyes, and they said loudly: “Then we won’t prepare it for the elder brother!”

“Okay!” What was so good about a noodle? A few people didn’t take it seriously, and responded casually with the word “OK”.

The next moment, the sound of “cì lā cìlā”, accompanied by the smell of hot spicy oil, and various seasonings instantly hit their noses.

The officers who had just finished answering the word “OK” stopped their movements and looked at the face over there, only to feel that their face was inexplicably changed because of the oil poured on it. It was too alluring.

“What… what kind of noodles is this?” A servant couldn’t help but put down the cake in his hand, walked to the high table, and asked curiously, “Why is it different from what you usually see?”

“This is called You Po Mian.” Wen Mingtang said, causing the oil to be poured onto the last bowl of noodles, but before she could explain to the guards, she turned to Ah Bing and Tang Yuan and said, “Send it over! Ask them to mix it well and eat it! When it’s cold, it’s not delicious!”

Even though the prison was deep, chains were hung outside each cell to prevent outsiders from visiting, but the smell of pouring hot oil cannot be separated by the cell.

The inexplicable fragrance poured into the cell, and the prisoners who had committed crimes in the cell couldn’t help getting up and walking to the edge of the cell to look out through the cage.

They were used to the unpalatable “pig food” morning food, why was this morning food so delicious today?

Today, the people who came to deliver the food to the court prison were all younger, and they look like a few children from a distance.

When the noodle bowl was passed in through the cage, there was an additional order: “Mix well and eat!”

Hearing the “mix well and eat” voices gradually went away, a guard suddenly patted his stomach and said: “I really want to try this breakfast called You po mian! Why is it so fragrant?”

Especially after smelling the aroma, chewing the dry pancakes in his hand always felt a little hard to swallow.

“I want to try it too!” The other two guards echoed in unison, looking at the noodle bowl that had been emptied on the high-legged countertop, they couldn’t help being annoyed, “I knew…eh!I just told them not to leave a bowl or two to taste!”

As soon as the words came out, the guard who spoke first said: “Actually, it doesn’t matter, the young man in the innermost room who is on a hunger strike may not want to eat after the round is over, there will be leftovers. Why not…”

Several guards were thinking about the leftover you po mian, and Wen Mingtang and her party took the last two bowls of noodles to the innermost cell.

After squatting down and passing two bowls of noodles in from the lower mouth, Wen Mingtang got up and said, “Mix well and eat!”

As soon as he finished speaking, before leaving, a violent voice came from the cell.

“Don’t eat! Take it away!” The voice had the unique timbre of a boy changing his voice, and he seemed to be a boy fifteen or sixteen years old.

“Tell Lin Fei! The young master didn’t kill anyone, and he asked how the young master killed people. Is there a damn person who investigates the case like this?” The young man’s questioning voice was full of anger.

After the boy’s questioning, another voice from the prison rang out: “Master, but you haven’t eaten for a day! Don’t you want to eat this morning’s food? It’s delicious!”

Wen Mingtang was a little surprised: In the prison of Dali Temple, can the young master take a servant while he is in prison?

There was a rustling sound from inside as if the boy was mixing noodles with chopsticks, and then, the sound of noodles was heard.

Wen Mingtang, who came back to her senses, shook her head, squatted down again, and stretched out her hand to collect the noodle bow. She will not force you to eat or not, but it will not be a waste! Since the young master who is in jail with his servant doesn’t want to eat it, she can take it away.

Just as she reached into the mouth of the cage, a hand hit her hand with a “slap”, and then quickly took the bowl of noodles away.

Immediately afterward, the voice of the teenager came from inside: “Two people are living in this prison cell, so I have to share two bowls. Why do you take away one bowl?”