The Small Canteen Of Dali Temple

Chapter 22 The Small Canteen Of Dali Temple Chapter 22: Dòujiāng Yóutiáo (4)

Ignoring the young man’s clamor, Lin Fei merely glanced at him with indifference and said, “Píngxī Jùnwáng1 made a point to discuss our relationship with my zǔfù2. He was afraid that you, Xiǎo Jùnwáng3, would be picky and might go on a hunger strike, unable to hold on. Now, seeing you look well-fed, I will let my zǔfù know that the food at the Dali Temple suits your taste so that the Píngxī Jùnwáng can feel at ease.”

Upon hearing this, the young man became infuriated and retorted, “What a load of nonsense! The food at this Dali Temple for lunch and dinner is barely fit for humans! Only the breakfast is somewhat decent. I only have breakfast here, and how can you say I look well-fed?”

Shuangxi, who was standing nearby, made a wiping motion toward the young man, trying to hint at him to stop talking.

The young man who reacted after realizing it belatedly wiped his mouth and only remembered when he saw the oil stain on his sleeve: Although deep-fried dough sticks from breakfast were delicious, they were a bit of a twist. Wasn’t his face greasy with his current appearance?

Thinking of this, the young man who just said, “It was just the breakfast food” immediately said angrily: “Did you collude with that cook? She finished delivering some soy milk and yóutiáo, and you came over?”

Lin Fei glanced at him once more but chose to ignore his words, not giving any further attention to the young man’s remarks.

Upon seeing Lin Fei’s reaction, the young man interpreted it as confirmation of his suspicions. Filled with anger, he couldn’t hold back and exclaimed, “I knew it! When you first brought me in here, I noticed it! Every woman in this Dali Temple, from top to bottom, is an aged old woman! Except for that kitchen maid who serves breakfast, her voice sounds like that of a delicate and charming young girl. She must be someone you sent…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Fei interrupted him with a stern look, “Xiǎo Jùnwáng! Your baseless accusations won’t change the truth. Is this the teaching of your Píngxī Jùnwáng Mansion?”

The coldness in the voice made the young man tremble suddenly, but when he came back to his senses, he immediately suppressed his trembling calves and said with a stiff neck: “If you want to talk about destroying people’s reputation, it’s my business with that cook, who are you to question me?”

“A woman’s reputation is important, but a man’s reputation is not important?”

Lin Fei glanced at him indifferently, and said, “I just came here today to tell you, no matter whether you are on a hunger strike or not, don’t think about getting out until the case is settled!”

After that, he turned and walked out of the prison door.

The guards on the side quickly locked the prison amid the young man’s curses and then looked at Lin Fei cautiously.

Lin Shaoqing’s4 sudden visit early this morning shocked them a lot.

But since the matter was over, Lin Shaoqing should leave! They might as well go back and eat the unfinished fritters.

Indeed, Lin Shaoqing was known for being concise and straightforward, saying what needed to be said and then leaving without looking back.

After waiting for a while, the two guards looked at the red official robes standing in front of them in puzzlement, and raised their heads, only to see that Lin Shaoqing, who had few words and few things to do, was standing there and looking at the two of them.

Seeing this, the two of them were taken aback: who one can stand the gaze of “immortal face, Shura heart”?

Looking at the two people who were trembling in fright, Lin Fei’s eyes fell on the faces of the two of them, paused, and said, “Why do you two have the same faces as the one inside?”

The cursing in the prison separated by a door was interrupted for a moment, and then, an even more furious voice sounded.

“What’s the one inside? This young master, don’t I have a name? Lin Fei, tell me clearly!”

Lin Fei ignored the panic inside, but just looked at the two guards in front of him, obviously waiting for their answer.

The two guards looked at each other, and hurriedly said respectfully: “My Lord, it’s probably because we all ate soy milk and yóutiáo that were delivered this morning.”

He knew the soy milk, and Lin Fei asked the two guards: “What are yóutiáo?”

After a description, Lin Fei nodded to them to show that he understood, and then strode out of the cell.

…

After delivering the prison food, Wen Mingtang, Ah Bing, and Tangyuan returned to the dining hall. The lobby was still empty and no one cared about it.

Sitting at the table, Tangyuan took out the homemade pumpkin seeds and chatted with everyone while eating them.

After knocking a handful of melon seeds, Ah Bing looked at the sky, and said to Wen Mingtang: “Master Wen, it’s almost the hour of the morning, why don’t Tangyuan and I take back the soy milk and yóutiáo…”

Before the last word came out, an official from Dali Temple appeared in the dining hall with a food box.

He seemed to be running all the way because he was running so fast that he even tripped over a few things when he entered the door.

“Today’s breakfast, called dòujiāng and yóutiáo, two servings please!” The official said and walked over quickly while wiping his sweat.

When he saw the things on the table, the officer was also taken aback, staring at the yóutiáo for a while, and then said: “I really haven’t seen this before, I thought it was a gimmick!”

Wen Mingtang stood up from behind the counter, and asked the officer, “Would you like the soy milk to be salty or sweet?”

Although there was only a little left in the sugar jar and it couldn’t be sent to the cell, it was enough to make four or five servings of soy milk at this time, so both sweet and salty ones could be made.

As soon as the words came out, the official was taken aback: “Soy milk can be salty?”

Wen Mingtang nodded, pointed to the small ingredients on the countertop, and said, “Add torn yóutiáo, dried seaweed, dried shrimp, and chopped vegetables, and then top it with sauce, vinegar, and chili oil.”

In just one sentence, it seemed that the appearance of the salty soy milk was directly placed in front of him. The official was taken aback for a moment, swallowed instinctively, and asked, “Is it delicious?”

The two who answered him were Ah Bing and Tangyuan, who nodded in unison!

Of course, it’s delicious, it was too delicious!

So… the officer thought for a while, and said, “Then two servings of salty ones, two servings of sweet ones, and each with yóutiáo.”

The cheerful Ah Bing who was nodding and Tangyuan stopped suddenly.

When they came back to their senses, the two looked at each other, looked at the four bowls of soy milk and a few yóutiáo on the table, and couldn’t help sighing. The idea of packing and taking home today’s breakfast was gone again!

Wen Mingtang smiled at Ah Bing and Tangyuan, and said, “It’s okay, there will always be a chance next time, so let’s clean it up so that the table can be freed!”

After finishing cleaning the table, she came out of the dining hall with Ah Bing and Tangyuan and met Master Sun who came to make lunch.

Looking at Wen Mingtang and the others, Master Sun stood in front of them with a half-smile, and said, “There are more people in the dining hall for lunch than in the morning. I’m going to make some sweet dishes for lunch today. So I took some sugar in advance yesterday. I forgot to mention it, so hope I didn’t make trouble for Master Wen!”

Wen Mingtang looked at Master Sun, her smile faint, and replied, “Nothing special, but it’s fine!”

“Nothing special, but it’s fine?” After Wen Mingtang’s group left, Sun Shifu looked at their receding figures and sneered, “They talk tough, don’t they? Can they really eat unsweetened soy milk?”

At this moment, Wang Junshan must have already gone to the prison to inquire about the situation! He wants to see how today’s breakfast will be served with the “nothing special, but it’s fine” approach.