soap official family

Chapter 45
"Girl, how can you not like to eat vegetables? Even if you don't like it, you have to tell others that you hate eating meat the most. Meat eaters are despicable!" Yue Wenqin didn't pay attention to Qingqing's knife skills, but gave her a blank stare , gave An An a medium bowl, "Eat it while it's hot, it's delicious!"

An An scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and swallowed it in one gulp.Nodded, but still screaming hotly.

"No one is grabbing it from you, why are you anxious?" He put down his chopsticks hurriedly, took a bottle of cold water and poured it into his mouth.

"Swallow it!" An An opened her mouth and turned to Qingqing, "It's okay, the taste of the food is not that strong."

Qingqing nodded and put the piece of fried cake she had just opened into her mouth, taking just a small bite.The ratio of flour and glutinous rice flour is just right. The outside is crispy and the inside is soft. The crispy outside is just a layer of skin. This is what glutinous rice flour should be.There is no filling inside, so it is full of sticky glutinous rice cakes.It's fried so thin, but the heat inside is just right.Now, she finally knew why Yue Wenqin made the fried cakes into flowers, just to make them ripe.However, the soybeans and rock sugar were not ground finely enough and it felt a bit gritty.But it’s a different kind of love!
"It's delicious!" Qingqing smiled at Yue Wenqin and nodded.

"The vegetable porridge is cooked with yesterday's chicken soup. It looks like vegetable porridge, but it's actually chicken porridge." Yue Wenqin took a big bite of the fried cake. He bit off a third of the fried cake without cutting it. , everyone can hear the sound of the outer puff pastry of the fried cake being bitten open, and just by listening, you can tell how well it is fried.

Qingqing gently stirred the porridge with a spoon, blew on it, slowly put it into her mouth, nodded, "It's delicious!"

"What is the name of our restaurant? Also, order the menu and choose the waiter. Well, we should get ready. How about putting the eldest girl's set of tableware in the banquet? What should we put in the lobby?" Yue Wenqin decided Let's get down to business, now he can see that this family is not talking about hiring a restaurant chef, but just using him as a servant!

"Qingqing, what do you think?" Qiao Dayong looked at his daughter hurriedly.

"I can't choose a name! Choosing tableware? This set is not good enough for seating, but it's great for a large hall. As for choosing people, find someone with teeth. Also, do you want to find a few second chefs? You will only be responsible for designing the dishes. Okay, you don’t have to do it yourself; do you want to design a menu first and classify it by cold dishes, hot stir-fry, main dishes, soups, staple food, porridge, snacks, and desserts?" Qingqing drank the porridge slowly, "This porridge and fried cakes can be put on the menu.”

An An bit into the fried cake and looked at Qingqing blankly, "Sister, you are so great!"

"Did you see that your sister is so smart because she studies well? You should also study hard like her." Ms. He hurriedly patted her son.

An An nodded seriously, "I will, I will."

"Oh, this family is so tired!" Yue Wenqin shook his head, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge himself.

The old man raised his head and glanced at his grandson, then glanced at Yue Wenqin, then lowered his head and drank the porridge attentively.He didn't touch the fried cake. He drank a big bowl of porridge and went out.

Qiao Dayong happily took a fried cake and accompanied the old man to work. This was their usual state every morning.Of course, An An continued as usual, grabbing a small basket of fried cakes and rushing to give them to his master.Of course, Qingqing wanted to help her second aunt wash the dishes at this moment, but how could He let her do the washing and just drive her to study.

In fact, Qingqing really had something to do. She only ate a piece of fried cake just now. After eating that piece of cake, she kept drinking porridge and her mind was full of things.When Mr. He persuaded her to leave, she did not persist and returned to the study. She felt that she seemed to have missed something.

When Qingqing returned to her room, she took the record of Fatty's murder case and the fried cake she had just cut into eight pieces. She really felt that she must have missed something.Back in the study, she started to cut out shoe prints from paper, and all three shoe prints were imprinted on her heart.The footprints at the scene were also imprinted in her mind. She took the footprints and placed them on the open space of the study.

"What are you doing?" Yue Wenqin came to talk to her about the menu after finishing his work, but he saw what she was doing with the white paper footprints.

"Don't come in!" Qingqing didn't raise her head, she was still showing the footprints.An An finished delivering the fried cakes, because there was nothing going on at the Yamen, and the master was ready to go out.He asked his master to take the fried cakes with him and then came back on his own.As a result, he saw his sister busy, so she grabbed Yue Wenqin and shouted at him.

Qingqing ignored them and stood up slowly. She first looked at the exposed beams, then stared at the footprints that had just been placed on the ground. Finally, she picked up the chalk and drew a human shape on the open space.

After a while, she stood up, staring at the footprints, and gently tapped her chin with her fingers.

Finally, she turned around and stared at Yue Wenqin.

Yue Wenqin took a step back.

"Sister, have you solved another case?" An An's eyes lit up.

"You didn't rush into the fat man's room, you were in that room all the time; the killer jumped down, the fat man pushed you away, and you rushed back. The fat man's legs were bad, and he couldn't turn back in time to be stabbed, so you were the one who screamed at that time! How could a person who was stabbed in the throat scream? When the fat man saw you coming back, he rushed towards you, he wanted to protect you. And you caught him with your hands, you tried to catch him with both hands, and you asked him to stand; the killer rushed over, A palm hit you on the back of the neck. The fat man was still alive at that time. He saw the palm and used his remaining strength to pull you back! You are alive now not only because of your copper piece, but also because of your copper plate. He helped you relieve your stress." Qingqing looked at Yue Wenqin and pointed at him, "The person the killer wants to kill has always been you!"

An An looked at Qingqing, her mouth slightly open, her face dull.

Yue Wenqin was also stunned. He looked down at the footprints on the ground and then at Qingqing, "What do you want to drink?"

Qingqing recovered herself, then blushed, and hurriedly prepared to cross out the picture below.

"Sister, is this what the scene looked like at that time?" An An jumped in carefully on tiptoe and looked at everything on the ground.

"The footprints were very messy at the time, and because I caught the killer right then, I didn't think much about it. Now I look back at the details! Sure enough, I ignored too many details!" Qing Qing met the Qiao that Yue Wenqin knew at this time. The eldest lady is shy, but she can still talk to An An!

"Which one is the fat man?" An An looked at the footprints on the ground enthusiastically. He had not had the chance to follow them out of the scene.

"Did you see that the thicker foot is the fat man, the thinner one is Brother Yue, and the half-footprint is the murderer..." Qingqing slowly told An An about the footprints at the scene and what each footprint represents.

Yue Wenqin stared blankly at her teaching An An, and he believed that this must be the situation at the scene at that time, and every step was seamless.

"Were you at the scene?" Yue Wenqin looked at Qingqing.

　The weekend is over again, so sad. My mother said, think about the children who go to school. They go to school before dawn.I said, like I didn't have that time.My mother said that it was not as difficult as it is now.Tell me, why doesn’t my mother compare me with her who is retired?
　　
　
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