A few pieces of meat were hung beside the wooden bucket of glutinous rice. They were all lean pork meat with no fat at all. It looked like the best quality in the market.

“Master Wen, take it for your own use!” Ji Caimai pointed to the pieces of meat and said to Wen Mingtang, and then said, “The vegetables on the Zhuangzi have not been delivered yet, you can come to the warehouse to pick up the food and ingredients later, and the vegetables will be delivered by then so get them together!”

After saying this, Ji Caimai looked fiercely at Master Wang who was poking around. Obviously, he hadn’t scolded Master Wang enough, and he would continue to beat him.

Wen Mingtang responded when she heard the words and did not stay to watch Master Wang being trained. Instead, she took the lean meat and returned to the public kitchen with Ah Bing and Tang Yuan.

When she got back to the public kitchen, Ah Bing couldn’t wait to speak out, he said excitedly: “It is really useful to leave a few pumpkin pancakes for Ji Caimai, but today Master Wang was forced to hand over the meat!”

It was okay to have no meat, but it was better when they had some! What’s more, Master Wen’s usual morning food was so delicious, this meat when prepared by Master Wen’s hands, there will be more tricks!

Wen Mingtang only smiled when she heard the words and said: “This meat is a coincidence and can be used in tomorrow’s morning food.”

When mentioning Master Wen’s morning meal, Ah Bing and Tang Yuan’s saliva almost flowed down, and he hurriedly asked Wen Mingtang what was going to be tomorrow’s morning meal.

However, Wen Mingtang played coy, suggesting that the meat needed to be prepared first.

After that, she washed the meat and cut them into cubes, put it into the pot, and cooked it.

This way of cooking meat was so common, Ah Bing and Tang Yuan looked at it for a while, but they couldn’t stand it anymore.

Just when Tangyuan’s father’s carriage entered the gate of Dali Temple, the axle got stuck in the door frame, so the two went over to help.

They helped pull the carriage, but when they came back, the two of them were dumbfounded. They saw that the pot of boiled meat just now was put into a white cloth bag at this time, and Wen Mingtang was knocking through the cloth bag with a rolling pin in her hand.

This practice had never been seen before.

The two immediately surrounded them, watching Wen Mingtang beating the meat curiously. After watching for a while, Ah Bing couldn’t help but ask, “Master Wen, what are you doing?”

Wen Mingtang said, “Meat floss.”

It was not a difficult recipe, but it just takes some effort and work. After breaking the cooked meat along the texture through the cloth bag, put it into the pot, add salt, sugar, sauce, and other seasonings, and sauté it by stirring it back and forth.

This was a job that tested patience and strength. Wen Mingtang handed the shovel to Ah Bing’s hand and watched the water getting evaporated and the meat in the pot being gradually roasted. The meat gradually shrank to a golden color, and the shape became cotton-like flocculent, and then she removed the pot from the stove. Moved it away, sprinkled roasted sesame seeds, and mixed it with golden flocculent meat floss, fried it for a while, and it was ready to be served.

Ah Bing and Tang Yuan, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at Wen Mingtang hurriedly, but Wen Mingtang said, “Wait a minute, I’ll send some to Ji Caimai.”

Ah Bing and Tang Yuan went to Ji Caimai to taste it.

While they were making meat floss, Master Wang disappeared, probably because he had been reprimanded. Ji Caimai was sitting at the door of the warehouse, looking at the glutinous rice in the barrel beside him, with a sad expression on his face.

“Ji Caimai.” Wen Mingtang walked over, called him, then passed the oiled paper bag over, and said, “I made some ròusōng from the meat just now, and I bought it for Ji Caimai to try.”

Ji Caimai had no intention of eating snacks at first. He just heard her say “ròusōng”, he had never eaten this thing called “ròusōng”, but he couldn’t help looking at it curiously.

Even though this thing called “ròusōng” was wrapped in an oiled paper bag, the aroma of “ròusōng” could already be smelled through the oiled paper bag. The fresh aroma of pork meat seemed to be mixed with a strong sesame aroma.

The name of this thing was “meat”, but he had never seen such lightweight meat, and the feel of the flosses was so strange.

After that, Ji Caimai couldn’t resist opening it to take a look, and after seeing it, he was even more stunned: This golden yellow-like cotton wool was called ròusōng?

Without the cover of the oiled paper, the scent was even more tangy. Looking at the “ròusōng” with sesame seeds mixed in it, Ji Caimai couldn’t hold back and squeezed a handful into his mouth.

As he put it in his mouth, the expression on Ji Caimai’s face suddenly brightened. Although it didn’t look like meat on the outside, it was indeed pork meat after it entered the mouth. It seemed that all the essence of a large piece of pork had been condensed. The salty and sweet pork meat mixed with the aroma of sesame seeds poured into the tip of the tongue. The taste was different from the general large piece of pork meat. This wonderful taste, Ji Caimai can guarantee that even the imperial dining room in the palace had never seen it.

The meat was supposed to be used as a staple food, but now this one called “ròusōng” was obviously an excellent snack.

Even though he was still thinking about “leveling the water bowl”, Ji Caimai couldn’t help but twist a pinch and stuff it into his mouth, and then let the salty and sweet aftertaste and fragrance stay on the tip of his tongue. He coughed dryly and said, “Zhuangzi sent some vegetables and eggs over. The eggs are very good. They are yellow with a big core. You can use them to make tomorrow’s morning food.”

Wen Mingtang saw the eggs in the small dustpan, and they were indeed as good as Ji Caimai said was good. After she finished watching the eggs, her eyes fell on the small jar of pickles and she paused for a moment, then asked Ji Caimai: “What are the pickles that Zhuangzi sent today? Is it the same as last time?”

Wen Mingtang was very satisfied with the taste of the salty pickled cabbage she had before, and this time she saw another pot, so she couldn’t help but ask.

Ji Caimai said: “It’s different from the salty one last time. This time it’s sour. It’s sour and spicy cowpea.”

Wen Mingtang said “Oh”, and under Ji Caimai’s gaze, she pointed at the eggs and the jar of pickles and said: “Then I will take this jar of cowpeas and eggs away for tomorrow’s morning meal.”

Ji Caimai said “Yes”, but saw Wen Mingtang looking at the bucket of glutinous rice beside him again, and asked, “Why? Are you going to use glutinous rice? Make glutinous rice porridge at morning meal?”

He had already tasted the level of porridge made by Master Wen today, and it was not bad. But many people can cook porridge well, even his wife can cook it very well!

Originally thinking about Master Wen’s Chaoshi, it was a fresh idea. But now guessing that Wen Mingtang was going to make the common glutinous rice porridge, Ji Cai’s interest in eating it suddenly dropped. And he couldn’t help muttering in his heart: If that was the case, then there was no need to get up early tomorrow to eat Chaoshi.

Just as he was thinking like this, Wen Mingtang’s voice sounded: “It’s not that I want to make glutinous rice porridge.”

The girl said, “It would be a shame to waste this glutinous rice. Instead of throwing it, why not give it to me? I’ll use it tomorrow morning to make zīfàn tuán.”

Ji Caimai, who had lost interest in one sentence, suddenly became interested: “I know fàn tuán, what is this zīfàn tuán?”

Wen Mingtang smiled and said: “It’s hard to tell for a while, wouldn’t it be better for Ji Caimai to come to eat the morning food tomorrow? Like today, I will save a portion for Ji Caimai, okay?”

The salty, sweet, and crispy taste of meat floss in his mouth had not dissipated, and Ji Caimai thought of the pumpkin pie dripping with brown sugar juice in the morning. Resisting the urge to nod, he gave a slightly reserved “hmm”.

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