After the salted fish is married

76. Late Night Wonton

Wang Wenyue still wanted to say a few more words to Yan Xining, but someone from the Ministry of Industry had already come looking for him: "Master, why are you still here! Seniors are still waiting for your documents!"

Wang Wenyue was in a dilemma, he looked at Yan Xining reluctantly: "Xining, wait for me, I will come to you after delivering the documents."

Yan Xining picked up Wang Wenyue's dropped documents and put them in his arms: "You are busy with work, so hurry up and don't delay."

Wang Wenyue picked up the document and turned his head three times: "I'll be back soon, Xining, wait for me, don't go!"

Seeing Wang Wenyue's back disappear into the corridor, Yan Xining sighed heavily: "Hey..."

Yan Ke was puzzled: "Why is the princess sighing? Isn't it a happy thing to meet old friends?"

Yan Xining smiled wryly and shook her head: "You don't understand, I'm not the same Yan Xining I used to be."

Yan Ke muttered and scratched his hair: "Is there any difference?"

Naturally, Yan Xining wouldn't stay in the yard and wait for Wang Wenyue to come back. He is a soul that occupies the magpie's nest, and it's fine to occupy the original owner's body, and he must not occupy his affection.After asking Yan Ke to deliver a message to Ji Song, he slipped out of the Ministry of Industry and took Bai Tao to wander around the nearby streets.

It was said that it was going to be finished, but when everything was dealt with, it was already Haishi.After seeing off the officials from the other two ministries, Ji Song stretched out his fingertips and rubbed the sore brows.The guards behind him relaxed their bodies, and Yan Ke breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally I'm done..."

More than half of the officials of the Ministry of Industry were purged because of this incident. In the future, there will be no more old officials relying on their status and status to sell their elders.In order to achieve this goal, the master spent several months. Although he was a little tired, the effect was good.

Only then did he remember something important: "Oh, where's the princess?" Yan Xining said he was going shopping, but he didn't show up after that, so there must be something wrong?

Ji Song looked at the sky: "It's time to go back to the palace, he has already fallen asleep at this point."

Yan Ke felt that what the prince said made sense, and the princess was not stupid, so there was no need to stand stupidly at the entrance of the engineering department and wait for them.He moved his sore limbs: "Brothers, get out, the princess left us rice dumplings, let's go home and eat rice dumplings."

The guards smiled happily: "Our princess is better."

Just as Ji Song was about to get on the carriage for the return journey, someone suddenly approached with a lantern not far away, and took a closer look, who could it be if it wasn't Yan Xining?The dim candlelight illuminated his face, and the soft candlelight shone in his eyes.He stood still in front of Ji Song, and asked with a smile, "Are you done?"

Hearing Yan Xining's voice, Ji Song's depressed mood disappeared immediately, and his aching mind also eased.The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously: "Yes."

After a pause, he said shamelessly, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." He thought Yan Xining had already gone back. If he had known that there were people outside the Ministry of Industry waiting for him to go home, he would definitely not have met the one from the Ministry of Punishment. Talkative officials say one more word.

Yan Xining smiled and said, "It's okay, I didn't wait long."

Yan Xining was telling the truth, because the person waiting outside the Ministry of Industry was not him, but Bai Tao.

At first, he and Bai Tao were very interested, and wanted to go shopping in the nearby long streets, but after a short walk, Bai Tao couldn't walk.Yan Xining asked him to stand in front of the Ministry of Industry, and let him report when Ji Song came out, while she continued shopping.

Ji Song's heart was burning hot and his ears were red. Thanks to the dim light around him, the people around him didn't see his gaffe.He settled down and lowered his voice: "Let's go, shall we go home?"

However, Yan Xining sent out a different kind of invitation at this time: "I found a delicious small wonton restaurant nearby. Are you hungry? How about we eat some small wontons before going back?"

Ji Song looked deeply at Yan Xining, who nodded slowly but firmly: "Listen to you."

As soon as Ji Song finished speaking, he could only hear the sound of "咻咻" around him.Looking back, the guards behind him had disappeared, and even the carriage that had been prepared earlier disappeared into the darkness.

Just as Bai Tao was about to say something, he felt hands stretched out in the darkness to pick him up: "The master and the concubine rarely come out for a walk, so don't stick around."

In an instant, there were only the guards guarding the gate and Mrs. Rong Wang and his wife looking at each other in front of the engineering department.Yan Xining couldn't laugh or cry: "They run so fast."

Ji Song also laughed: "Maybe I'm starving, I want to go back to eat zongzi earlier."

The evening wind in May was neither hot nor cold, Yan Xining pushed the wheelchair forward, and Ji Song held the lantern in his hand.Candlelight illuminated the surrounding roads, as if there were only the two of them left in the world.The wheelchair made a regular creaking sound as it rolled over the bluestone slab, and the two of them crossed the stone bridge at the end of the street after a while.

After crossing the stone bridge, turn left to reach Prince Rong's Mansion, but Yan Xining pushed the wheelchair and turned to the right.

There is no curfew in Chu Liao, but at this hour, there are no pedestrians and stalls on the street.There are only dots of lights on the long street, and occasionally one or two pedestrians in a hurry can be seen.

After walking on the street for half a cup of tea, a stone bridge appeared in front of the two of them.At the end of the stone bridge, a pair of gray-haired old men were setting up a wonton stall. The water vapor in the pot kept rising, and the faint smell of lard permeated half the street.

Yan Xining smiled: "It's here."

Ji Song didn't believe it: "That's it?" Is this the delicious little wonton in Yan Xining's mouth?It was different from what he had imagined, but it was in line with Yan Xining's style.

Before anyone could reach the stall, Yan Xining called out: "Grandpa and Grandma, please make two big bowls of small wontons!"

The old man stood up from the back of the stall, and the creases on his face rolled into a ball of laughter: "Young master is here, sit down quickly, and I will give you a cash bag. Wife, work has started."

The old woman responded with a smile: "Okay~"

The small table that came with the wonton stand was low, and after Yan Xining sat down, it formed a beautiful little shrimp.He didn't care at all, and was still chatting with the old man with a smile on his face: "Is the second elder about to close the stall?"

The old man said cheerfully, "Yes, the two of us close the stall at the beginning of Haishi. Coincidentally, young master, if you come a little later, we will go home."

Yan Xining smiled until her eyes became two crescent moons: "Then I came just in time!"

The old man laughed and said, "Yes!"

Under the dim lantern, the old woman is making small wontons.There was half a bowl of minced meat in front of her, with a bamboo slice inserted in the minced meat.The bamboo slices are gently turned in the pink meat filling, and a small ball of meat is dug out by the bamboo slices.

Then she used bamboo slices with flesh to glue the leather on the side.Yan Xining's wonton wrapper was as big as a palm, while the old woman's wrapper was only half the size of a palm.As soon as the sliced ​​meat sticks to the corner of the square leather, the thin leather is easily glued together.

The bamboo stick rolled and turned on the leather, and then the bamboo stick was pulled out of the leather. After grabbing and putting it down, a small bulging wonton appeared in the old woman's hand.The outer skin of the small wonton is wrapped with a fine layer of flour, through the thin wonton skin, you can see the pink stuffing inside.

The old woman's hands were so fast that even those with bad eyesight couldn't see his movements clearly.After a while, a pile of small pink and white wontons piled up in the small Shau Kei on one side.

The old woman's hand speed made Yan Xining amazed: "Grandma's speed is really fast, your hands are so skillful."

The old lady smiled all over her face: "Young master is really good at talking. Practice makes perfect. Granny just has been making wontons for a long time, so she just got used to it."

Yan Xining boasted: "That's amazing, no matter how long I practice, I still can't make such beautiful little wontons."

Yan Xining didn't say this as a compliment, he can't make small ravioli well.The small wontons he made were like a ball of dead dough, while the wontons made by the old lady had a ball of air in the middle, which looked round and cute.

The old man wiped the small table in front of Yan Xining and Yan Xining with a handkerchief, and while wiping him asked, "Young master, why haven't you come home so late?"

Yan Xining smiled and said, "Hey, it's rare to come out for a stroll, do you want to do some more shopping~"

Ji Song raised his eyes slightly, the expression in his eyes changed again and again.Thinking about it carefully, Yan Xining let him leave the palace alone for the first time since he entered the palace today.Although he had already told his subordinates that Yan Xining should not stop him wherever he went.But he didn't seem to have said this to Yan Xining himself?

Negligent, Ji Song's eyes became more and more guilty.

At this time, the old man saw Ji Song's face, and he let out a "Huh" at a glance.Then he sighed: "Young master, you are an incredible friend."

Ji Song looked up at the old man: "Old man knows me?"

The old man shook his head, and pointed to his eyes: "Although the old man is just a stall operator, he has met many people over the years. My son, you must be an official. Look, you have a tiger look on you." .”

Ji Song raised his brows slightly, it was the first time he heard the term "tiger face".

The old woman smiled and said, "Both young masters, don't listen to my old man's nonsense. He is old and unscrupulous, but he has learned to read his face at a young age. Another day, old woman, I won't accompany him to sell wontons."

The old man turned his head and asked, "Why don't you sell wontons?"

The old lady kept her hands and feet and said, "I'll find a stick, you tell someone's fortune, and I'll beg with you all the way."

Yan Xining laughed loudly: "Oh, your old lady is so funny."

The old man was not convinced, he snorted twice and looked at Ji Song: "Young master, you just say old man, am I right? Are you an official?"

Ji Song nodded slightly: "What the old man said is absolutely true."

The old man smiled when he heard the words: "Hey, that's right. Old man, I can see that you are not only an official, but also a good official. Awesome!" thumb.

Yan Xining got excited: "Old man, tell me, how did you see it? You can also see this kind of thing?"

The old man stroked his white beard and pretended to be profound: "This... the secret must not be revealed~"

The old lady had already dismantled his platform beside him: "It's not easy. If corrupt officials eat wontons at roadside stalls in the middle of the night, they must go to restaurants to eat big fish and big meat!"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "My wife, save me some face! The guests are watching!"

77. Late Night Wonton

Yan Xining's belly hurt from laughing, and Ji Song couldn't help laughing.Thinking about it carefully, what the old man said is indeed reasonable. If a corrupt official holds the money from corruption, he will naturally spend a lot of money.

After a while, the old woman finished wrapping the wontons that the two of them wanted to eat: "There is still the last bit of skin left, let's wrap it up for the two young masters, right?"

Yan Xining responded, "Thank you, grandma."

The old lady was in a good mood: "You're welcome, I never expected to see such handsome young masters before closing the stall today, and they are still high officials."

As she said that, she lifted the lid of the pot and poured the small wontons in Shau Kei into the pot: "My wife, there is still a little meat left, shall we boil some minced meat for the two young masters?"

The old man walked quickly to the small stall: "I will come, I will come, your hot meat is old, but mine is tender."

Seeing the two old men bickering and busy behind the stall, Ji Song was in a good mood: "How did you find such a shop?"

Yan Xining shook his head and shook his head: "I can see. You see, a small stall that can survive on this street must have some craftsmanship. When I came here just now, I saw a lot of people drinking wontons here, so I knew this shop was good. The wontons are delicious. And look at the tables, chairs and benches in their house, aren’t they a bit old?”

It was only then that Ji Song noticed the small low table in front of him. The top of this desk had been soaked black and bright with oil, and there were traces of repairs on the table legs.He was sincerely convinced: "It's still better for you to have a better vision."

Yan Xining chuckled twice, this is the intuition of a foodie.He has always thought that he is a person with a good taste. When he was a child, his parents were very good at cooking.After school, the chefs in the school cafeteria where he stayed also cooked well.When it comes to eating, he has an amazing talent and keen intuition. As soon as he walks on the long street, he can instinctively see what is delicious in which store. Chef's hidden menu.

For example, now, he has begun to look forward to the old man blanching raw meat for him.

The meat on the old man's chopping board is not the meat that has been made into minced meat, but a lump of raw meat the size of a fist.He quickly chopped the raw meat into minced meat, and at this time the water in the pot had already boiled.

The old man lifted the lid of the pot, and the old woman quickly scooped up a spoonful of wonton soup and poured it into the big sea bowl that had been prepared earlier.The bowl has already been placed with small shrimp skins, seaweed foam and chopped dried radish.Of course, a chopstick of pure white lard is indispensable in the bowl. Once the wonton soup is brewed, the lard quickly melts and becomes round oil spots on the soup surface.

The seaweed stretched itself in the hot soup. It was obviously just a few pieces of seaweed, but after being baptized by the hot soup, it swelled several times.The small shrimp skins floated on the water at first, and then submerged in the water.

After brewing the soup, the old woman quickly picked up the small wontons floating on the water in the pot and poured them into a bowl.At the same time, the old man put the freshly minced meat into the strainer and soaked it in boiling hot water.

The pink minced meat turned into brown meat granules when it met boiling water, and the minced meat was already scalded in two or three strokes.The old man quickly divided the minced meat from the strainer into two large bowls, sprinkled a pinch of chopped green onion and a few cilantro, and said loudly, "Okay~"

He walked towards the small table with two big bowls of wontons in his hands: "Young master, try my old man's housekeeping skills - small wontons with raw hot meat."

With the dim light, Ji Song could clearly see the wontons in the bowl.The most noticeable thing is the small bulging wontons, they float on the surface of the soup, each one is round and lovely.

The wontons are covered with brown minced meat, garnished with turquoise green onions and cilantro.The fresh and fragrant lard smell came straight to the mouth and nose, and it looked very delicious.

Yan Xining handed Ji Song a spoon, "Come on, have a taste of the little wontons."

Ji Song scooped up a wonton and blew it lightly. Even though he was hungry, his movements were still slow.Small wontons have less meat and more skin, and the meat filling looks big, but in fact, there is no taste at all in the mouth.On the contrary, the skin is extraordinarily soft and full of the umami flavor of the soup.

After stirring the bottom of the bowl, Yan Xining said pleasantly, "Master, there are seaweed in your wontons."

Ever since joining Chuliao, Yan Xining had never eaten seafood.He thought that Chu Liao didn't rely on the sea and had no seafood, but now it seems that he was wrong.

The old man happily said: "Young master has good eyesight, this is indeed seaweed. I also accidentally found it in the grocery store, old man. It tastes delicious, and it tastes good when used as a soup base."

Yan Xining gave a thumbs up: "Yes, it's delicious."

The taste of the small wontons is good, but the only flaw in this bowl of wontons is the raw meat that the old man scalded.The raw meat has been scalded, and the taste is very tender.However, there is still the same problem, uncastrated pork has a fishy smell, people who are used to this smell don't feel bad, but the more Yan Xining eats, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

How could the raw meat that the old couple specially blanched for him be wasted? Yan Xining bit the bullet and prepared to drink all the raw meat and soup after scooping up the small wontons.Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of him and quickly took away his soup bowl, and at the same time an empty bowl fell on his place.

Without changing his expression, Ji Song drank all of Yan Xining's remaining soup. After putting down the soup bowl, he received Yan Xining's grateful gaze.

Seeing that the bowls in front of the two were empty, the old man was very happy: "It's nice to be young. When I was young, old man, I could drink five bowls of wontons in one meal. Not now~ Are you full?"

Yan Xining reached out and touched her sleeve: "I'm full, thank you old man. How much is a bowl of wonton?"

The old man stretched out his hand: "One bowl for five cents."

Yan Xining smiled and took out a twelve-character copper plate and put it on the table: "Wonton is delicious, thank you both." Each bowl has an extra copper coin, thanking the old couple for their hospitality.

After the old man ordered some copper coins, he smiled brightly: "It is we who want to thank you, come here often in the future!"

After pushing Ji Song for a while, Yan Xining looked back and saw that the two old men had put away the wonton stalls and were about to cross the small bridge.The small bridge is slightly curved, one of the old couple is pulling in front, and the other is pushing behind.

Yan Xining looked down at Ji Song, and suddenly felt that the two of them were just like this old couple, moving in the same way, and heading home in the same way.

After drinking a large bowl of wontons, Ji Song's body warmed up, and he leaned back in his chair lazily: "This wonton shop is pretty good."

Yan Xining nodded: "Yes, it's quite delicious." If it is blanched with non-smelly meat, the taste will be even better.

Ji Song said softly: "Last time you said that the smell of pigs will be greatly reduced after castration, and I have already begun to ask them to do it."

Yan Xining responded, "Oh."

Ji Song pursed his lips, and after deliberation, he asked this question for the second time: "A Ning, do you want to become an official? If you don't want to come to the Ministry of Industry, I will arrange for you to go to the Ministry of Household Affairs. Your talent should not be judged." buried."

Yan Xining's body became stiff, and he wanted to cry without tears: "No, no, I don't have any talent, I think I'm pretty good in Prince Rong's Mansion. I don't have any plans to be an official."

He just wants to be a salted fish, not a social animal.If anyone asked him to continue being a social animal, he would fight him.

Suddenly, Yan Xining thought of another possibility: "You want me to be an official, do you need me to infiltrate the household department to be your internal response? I don't have much talent, and I can't be a good internal response. Why don't you replace me?"

The corners of Ji Song's lips twitched, and a faint joy welled up in his heart: "I don't want you to do something internally, I'm just worried about you."

Yan Xining froze for a moment: "What do I have to worry about?"

Ji Song raised his head and looked at Yan Xining seriously: "A man with the world in mind, you have a heart of worrying about the country and the people, and you have the talent to help the world. I don't want you to regret it in the future."

Yan Xining's face is distorted, what talent does he have for helping the world?A gelding?First, he doesn't know how to operate, and second, he doesn't want to be a human being cursed by thousands of pigs.

Seeing Yan Xining's resistance, Ji Song raised his hand and patted the back of Yan Xining's hand lightly: "It's only three things, I've already asked you twice, and I won't ask you this question again in the future. However, if you figure it out one day You can come to me anytime."

Yan Xining felt that he would never look for Ji Song in his life. Is the bed in Wenzhang Garden uncomfortable or the scenery of Plum Garden not good enough?Why would he live a life of getting up at three in the morning?

On the way back to the palace, Yan Xining kept thinking about one thing - why Ji Song always wanted him to be an official.

After thinking about it, he came to a conclusion: he was too hardworking recently, which gave Ji Song the illusion that he was a good employee.The leader sees that hard-working employees often do not seek benefits for him, but squeeze labor under the banner of "more work, more pay".

After rolling around on the bed twice, he made up his mind that he had to change, he couldn't continue to please Ji Song as a hard-working labor force.He has to lie flat to make salted fish.

The first step to make a change is to start by making breakfast. Starting tomorrow, even if Ji Song knocks him to the ground, he will pretend to be asleep.He will never get up to make breakfast for Ji Song again!He wants to lie down, he wants to be free, he wants to be a salted fish and quietly dry salt in Wenzhang Garden.

Having figured it out, Yan Xining closed her eyes comfortably and fell asleep. Hearing his steady breathing, Ji Song stretched out his arms and pulled Yan Xining into his arms: "Sleep."

When Yan Xining woke up the next morning, the sun was already high.He stretched comfortably, when he found a lock of hair in his hand.

Yan Xining looked at the long hair in the palm of her hand, confused: "What... what's going on?"

At this moment, Bai Tao came in: "Young master, are you awake? You are sleeping so deeply."

Yan Xining shook the hair in his hand at him: "What's going on?"

Bai Tao brought the washing water: "This is the prince's hair. Young master, you like to hug him to sleep at night. When the prince wakes up, he has to use a lot of energy to not wake you up. This morning you pulled the prince's hair and did not let go. Yes. Brother Yan asked me to take the scissors."

Yan Xining: ...

Why is this different from what he thought?He always thought that Ji Song couldn't bear him sleeping in, so he would wake himself up when he got up.It turned out that he himself was holding on to him and refused to let go. In order to go to court on time, Ji Song had no choice but to wake him up.

Yan Xining looked at the lock of long hair in her hands and felt mixed feelings.He thought, he is really not a thing, how can he bully Ji Song who is handicapped?

No, he has to get up and cook something delicious for Ji Song.