CH 21

Tangyuan had clearly tasted the original texture of the yóutiáo after they were taken out and drained of oil. Looking at the bowl of salty soy milk full of “small ingredients” in front of her, the spoon of Tangyuan paused, and finally, the first spoonful scooped up the yóutiáo soaked in the soy milk.

It lacked the crispy outside and soft inside when eaten dry, but the fluffy inside absorbed a lot of soy milk. When you bite into it, the salty soy milk juice gushed out. The taste was more wonderful than before.

After taking the first bite, it immediately aroused a sense of delight. The savory soy milk didn’t turn out as strange or peculiar as expected; instead, the combination of saltiness and freshness blended with the rich aroma of the soybeans, creating a delightful and layered taste. The various toppings floating in the soy milk added even more complexity to the flavor, making it more and more addictive with each spoonful.

When they came back to their senses, a bowl of soy milk had bottomed out.

Looking down at all the soy milk he had scooped up, Tangyuan subconsciously glanced at Ah Bing, who had no soy milk left in his bowl.

He smacked his lips and tasted it, Ah Bing said with emotion: “I also like sweet ones, and salty ones too, and I don’t know how to choose for a while!”

The sweet and salty ones were both delicious, and it seemed to him that it was really hard to tell which one was better.

The inmates in the prison were not going to have Ah Bing’s troubles. This bottomed sugar jar can support at most two or three bowls of sweet soy milk, so sweet soya milk wasn’t going to be sent there.

What Wen Mingtang sent to the prison was the salted soy milk she made.

When pushing the food cart to the prison, the guards came out immediately and asked with a smile, “Master Wen, what are we eating today?”

Wen Mingtang said, “Dòujiāng and Yóutiáo!”

Ah Bing and Tangyuan went to the prison to deliver food.

They send them one by one, and occasionally got a thank you and praise from the polite prisoner: “New master, your cooking is very delicious!”

“The best food I have eaten since entering this prison.”

Originally, after eating you po mian at breakfast yesterday, they were looking forward to tasty lunch and dinner, but those two meals were the same as before, like pig food.

For the young master in the last cell, this feeling was even worse.

Yesterday morning, the bowl and a half of you po mian whetted his appetite, and made him “rarely” look forward to lunch and dinner, but… oh, that feeling was the same as being in the world, turning around and entering the eighteen layers of Hell again.

“When I’m out of here, the first thing I’ll do is get rid of those two cooks in the Dali Temple’s public kitchen who prepare lunch and dinner!” the young man said with resentment. “I’d rather tie a spoon to a dog’s tail and let it wag its tail to cook the food; it might prepare better dishes than those two cooks!”

Yesterday, he managed to be full like this, and he was hungry twice. By the time of today’s morning meal, the boy’s chest was already on his back from hunger.

After being locked up for two days, he naturally didn’t care about the status and etiquette of the past. Since the young man smelled the fragrance of morning food, he squatted by the food port and waited for the morning food to be delivered.

“Young…Master!” Not far away, the servant looked at his young master who was squatting in the food hall with a bitter face, and touched his stomach, feeling aggrieved.

The young master said that he was lucky enough to eat half a bowl of noodles yesterday, but he shouldn’t even think about it today. The two meals that were brought in belonged to the young master alone! As for him, lunch and evening food were his own.

Lunch and evening food… Shuangxi’s face turned green when he thought of the raw rice, the stewed fish with a fishy smell, the unshaven scales on it, and the soft, bitter salty vegetables.

What the young master said is right, the stir-fried vegetables with a dog wagging its tail may taste better than those made by these two!

Watching you po mian that he was expecting turned into a bowl of soup full of small ingredients, and a long stick-like deep-fried twisted head, the boy frowned: “The fritters are very greasy. Why do you make it?”

The voice of the cook from outside was still the same as yesterday.

“Today’s morning meal, salty Dòujiāng, and Yóutiáo, please don’t waste it!” After saying that, she turned and left.

What kind of yóutiáo or not yóutiáo… Hearing the name, the young man frowned, threw the two fried dough sticks that came with him to the servant Shuangxi, and said, “Here! I will give it to you, let you eat it! “

The servant, with mixed feelings of joy and sadness, said, “I don’t really like these fried dough twists either, to be honest…”

“Since you were offered the food, go ahead and eat it!” the young man turned back and glared fiercely at the servant, “Don’t waste it!”

Little Shuangxi: “…….”

“All right then!” The servant, seeing the young master’s eyes light up as he scooped up a spoonful of savory soy milk, couldn’t help but swallow hard and reluctantly picked up a yóutiáo. With eyes closed and determination, he took a bite, and then…

His eyes lit up. Surprisingly, the yóutiáo wasn’t as greasy as the usual ones. Not only that, but it also had a unique and distinct flavor, unlike any other!

In short, after just one bite, he fell in love with yóutiáo. When he was about to take a second bite, the young man snatched the yóutiáo from his hand.

“Look at you, this fritters should be pretty good too! I’ll try it, huh!”

After the young man took one bite, Shuangxi never got a chance to taste a second bite.

Dry yóutiáo and yóutiáo soaked in salty soy milk were really two completely different tastes, but both were equally addictive and impossible to resist.

The young man enjoyed finishing both portions of breakfast and laid back on the prison bed, contentedly rubbing his stomach as he exclaimed, “The soy milk is cooked perfectly, without a hint of fishy taste! It seems she’s quite skilled, even better than the cook at my home! I used to think soy milk was only meant to be sweet, but who would have thought it could be so delicious when savory! Also, those dried seafood, our chefs can learn a trick or two from her, and know how to add them to the soy milk in the future. And the best part is this yóutiáo! I’ve decided I won’t eat those ordinary fried dough twists anymore, except for this one! Oh, Shuangxi, this new kitchen maid has some talent. Maybe after we’re out of here, I’ll bring her to my house…”

After finishing the meal and feeling satisfied, the young man had not finished expressing his thoughts when a clear voice sounded from outside.

“Why don’t you think about how to plead guilty first, and then worry about getting the cook away!”

” Lin Fei!”

Hearing this voice, the young man immediately sat up from the prison bed, glared angrily at the official in scarlet clothes who came in from the prison door, and cursed, “What nonsense about confessing! Do you even know how to handle a case properly?”

Asking him to confess right away, is this how a dignified Assistant Minister of the Dali Temple handles a case?

“This young master, why would I need to do the killing myself when I have Shuangxi to do it for me!” The young man stared at Lin Fei but said, “Isn’t that right, Shuangxi?”

With fear and trepidation, Shuangxi looked at Lin Fei, who was staring back at him. He trembled in fright and wore a pained expression, unable to utter a word. How could he respond to the young master’s words? Was he supposed to accept the task of killing someone in front of this Assistant Minister of the Dali Temple?

That would be a death sentence!