Cure the cold-faced general by solving crimes

Chapter 23 I figured it out

"I'm hungry!"

Jiang Xihe responded abruptly after Pei Zhizhao made the request.

It's okay to let her think of a way. At least it's a matter of discussion. You, Mr. Pei, can't oppress people with authority. You can just keep a dark face if you want to ignore people. You can just order people to do things if you like.

So Jiang Xihe held his head high and said loudly, "I'm hungry. When you're hungry, your brain doesn't work well and you can't think of anything."

Pei Zhizhao was obviously stunned, and then lowered his head. Jiang Xihe felt that he seemed to be smiling, and quickly rubbed his eyes. Impossible! How could Pei Zhizhao, the cold-faced Yama, still laugh?

Before she could see clearly, Pei Zhizhao looked up, still with a cold face.

"What do you want to eat?" His expression was indifferent.

"fish!"

Pei Zhizhao's expression was slightly sluggish, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line. The little girl had a cute smile, but she was still a vengeful person.

Pei Zhizhao pretended not to understand and asked the government officials outside the hospital to buy fish.

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  Backyard kitchen.

Jiang Xihe packed up the two silver carp and lit the firewood.

Jiang Xihe was so happy to have lunch at the county government office, and it was delicious braised fish with soy sauce. He hummed a tune in his mouth, peeled garlic, chopped green onions, and even used a gentler technique to massage the fish.

Busy time for a stick of incense.

Jiang Xihe's mind was not idle during this period. Pei Zhizhao asked her to think of a way. What method should she use?

How can we quickly dig out the murderer among eighty people?
  She felt bad when Pei Zhizhao told her his thoughts just now.

First, eighty people searched the body. This method has a large scope and creates a lot of noise. The murderer is likely to run away after getting the news.

Secondly, eighty people were questioned one by one. Even if each person had one stick of incense, the interrogation would probably not be completed in two days.

Furthermore, the murderer committed the crime a little later, and these people who were working in Ping'an County had no fixed residence, and could not use the time of the crime to identify the suspect.

Jiang Xihe weighed it over and over again, and found that the ideas she could come up with were similar to those of Pei Zhizhao.

At this time, the firewood was burning brightly and the iron pot was steaming. Jiang Xihe calmed down and began to stew the fish.

Pour in the oil and fry the silver carp in the pan. In a moment, oil stars are splashing everywhere, the fish meat is browned, and soon the fish bones are covered with oil stars and become crispy. Jiang Xihe carefully takes the fish out.

Heat the oil in the pot again, sauté the onions, ginger and garlic, and the kitchen will be filled with aroma.

Jiang Xihe is very satisfied with today's oil temperature.

Stir-fry the seasoning until the aroma comes out, put the fried silver carp into the pot, and then Jiang Xihe pours a bowl of sauce made from soybean paste and water into the pot.

The sauce covers the fish, and is simmered over high heat. Only when the soup has tightened, can the fish be put on a plate.

This process was completed in one go, and Jiang Xihe showed a chef's smile. She had absolute confidence in her cooking skills.

Waving the rag in his hand, Jiang Xihe quickly cleaned up the stove, then sat in front of the stove to refill the firewood and continue to think of a solution.

At this time, the kitchen door was wide open, and the smell of fish had already spread far away with the wind.

Jiang Xihe sat on a low stool, leaning on his chin with one hand, thinking about something on his mind.

What can you do?
  If she succeeds this time, Pei Zhizhao will definitely look at her with admiration.

The fact that he was able to make the money given to him by Anqing public shows that Pei Zhizhao did not think highly of Anqing at all.

Thinking like this, Jiang Xihe felt that Pei Zhizhao was a good person. Although he was uncertain, he had a good eye for people and a magnanimous manner.

The little girl's cheeks were heated by the fire in the stove.

She opened the lid of the pot and saw that the fish soup had reduced its juice, was full in color and fragrant.

At this time, footsteps sounded behind him, and a dark shadow was cast in front of Jiang Xihe.

She turned around and saw Pei Zhizhao standing in front of her.

When Pei Zhizhao saw that the fish had been stewed, he calmly walked to the rice pot and filled two bowls of rice. He also took two pairs of chopsticks and put them into the food box that Jiang Xihe had prepared. Jiang Xihe thought to himself, Mr. Pei is really particular about eating. He can eat alone. , two pairs of chopsticks.

Watching him return to the stove, he took the fish plate and scooped out two silver carps with a shovel. Jiang Xihe looked at it and didn't know what to say. Why did he take away both fishes? Jiang Xihe rubbed his eyes, "Pei·····Da······." Leave a message for her, Jiang Xihe is about to cry.

The delicious fish just slipped away from her eyes, and she could only smell it. Jiang Xihe rubbed his fingers dejectedly, watching Pei Zhizhao step out of the kitchen, muttering, "Master Pei must eat more fish, it will be delicious."

With a cry.

Pei Zhizhao paused before taking a step forward and looked back at her, "Follow me!"

Does Pei Zhizhao want her to eat together?
  Jiang Xihe was embarrassed and resisted, "Master Pei, I'm here to think of a solution."

"Aren't you hungry? Are you hungry and can't think of anything?" Pei Zhizhao's face was cold, and Jiang Xihe could hear a hint of amusement.

Jiang Xihe sneered.

Pei Zhizhao looked at her again and left with the food box.

Jiang Xihe thought about it, kept up, and couldn't get along with the delicious food.

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  In the study.

The two of them sat at the coffee table. Jiang Xihe was holding rice and using chopsticks to order fish soup on the fish plate near her, a few drops of fish soup, two mouthfuls of rice, and soon half of the small bowl of rice was gone.

Pei Zhizhao ate carefully, putting the fish meat on a small plate and picking the fish bones bit by bit without eating a bite of rice.

Jiang Xihe rolled his eyes inwardly, he was so particular.

They ate in silence, neither of them speaking.

When Jiang Xihe's rice was about to bottom out, Pei Zhizhao raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, pushing the small plate with fish in front of her.

Jiang Xihe was stunned.

Is this for her?
  "Pei······Sir······" Jiang Xihe's tongue was tied.

"Think of something after eating, and your chopsticks will be clean."

Jiang Xihe had been immersed in the fish soup and choking on the rice, and then she realized that Pei Zhizhao had picked up most of the meat from the two fish and gave it to her. Now there were only fish heads, tails, a little fish meat and two large bones left in the fish plate.

Jiang Xihe's face felt a little hot.

Pei Zhizhao didn't say anything else. He picked up his chopsticks, took one mouthful of fish and one mouthful of rice. Finally, there was some fish soup left. He poured it all into the bowl, mixed it lightly, and finished it in a few mouthfuls.

When he put down the bowl and chopsticks, Jiang Xihe saw that his bowl was clean.

"Don't waste food. When marching or fighting, you are waiting for food from the court. Occasionally, there will be a meal but not a meal. Just eat it."

After Pei Zhizhao finished speaking, he walked behind the desk and picked up a book.

Jiang Xihe stared at the fish, and her eyes were a little sour. She suddenly remembered her brother. Growing up, he always took the fish bones and gave them to her.

Now that her brother has been gone for more than half a year, she has not eaten fish for more than half a year.

He raised his eyes and glanced secretly at Pei Zhizhao. He was sitting upright, holding a book in one hand, his lips pursed tightly, and his stern profile made him look unapproachable.

But Jiang Xihe felt that Pei Zhizhao was quite warm at this time.

Looking away, Jiang Xihe picked up a piece of fish. The sauce was so fragrant and delicious that the little girl couldn't help but praise herself, "Yeah, it's delicious."

Pei Zhizhao glanced in her direction lightly and turned away.

Jiang Xihe smiled inwardly, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Mr. Pei, you said that the murderer should visit the spot repeatedly when he committed the crime? He knew that the roof of Fang Mansion could be climbed up, so he did this case?"

Pei Zhizhao nodded.

"Have you asked the neighbors? Were there people sneaking around the Fang Mansion in the days before and after Meng Fang was killed?"

"I checked, but there are no clues." Pei Zhizhao replied.

Jiang Xihe lowered his head again and ate one bite at a time. It seemed that casting a wide net would not work. The scope was too large. The best way was to let the murderer jump out on his own.

Could there be something that would make the murderer worried? One fatal move? Make him forget that he is the murderer? Voluntarily admit to the crime that day?
  After taking the last bite of fish, Jiang Xihe seemed to have been opened up to Ren and Du. She looked at Pei Zhizhao excitedly, "Master Pei, I figured it out!"

(End of this chapter)