The best perspective expert

Chapter 387

Han Zhenyang didn't expect Han Jingming to be so calm. At this time, he was still thinking about eating, and he couldn't feel the slightest murderous look for a while. He grinned and asked, "Are you planning to be a full ghost?"

"You won't kill me," Han Jingming shrugged, walked directly past him with a plate and went to the dining table, and then came back to serve rice. He didn't regard himself as a fugitive at all, nor did he regard Han Zhenyang as a policeman. After eating a bowl of rice, he took out an empty bowl, "Do you want a bowl? This is high-grade fragrant rice imported from Southeast Asia."

"..." Han Zhenyang stared at Han Jingming and nodded for ten seconds, "Then have a bowl, but you have to tell me the reason why I won't kill you. If the reason is not sufficient, I can guarantee that it is Your last meal."

Han Jingming tilted his head, with a very relaxed expression, and said while filling the rice: "I'll talk about this later, I want to know how you know I'm here."

Han Zhenyang smiled, "Coincidentally, I also came to look for Xu Guangrui. I didn't expect Xu Guangrui to catch you, a big fish, and it was worth it."

"I'm not a big fish," Han Jingming shook his head, "Xu Guangrui is."

"How to say?"

"It's nothing to say. Anyway, I know that Xu Guangrui is much older than me and has a lot of secrets in him. Otherwise, why would you treat him as that scumbag son?" Han Jingming handed the rice to Han Zhenyang, "Why don't you Fry two dishes? We brothers don’t know each other, let’s have a good drink, Xu Guangrui has a lot of good wine hidden here.”

What the hell is this guy doing?

Han Zhenyang was confused by Han Jingming's weird attitude. Is this guy just pretending to be stupid or is he really confident?

He had turned on the see-through mode a long time ago and had been observing this guy's heartbeat, but except for the faster heartbeat when he first saw him, the heartbeat rate has not changed much until now. This calm appearance is not like It's a fake.

Interesting, so fucking interesting!

That being the case, then play with him and see what he has in mind.

Thinking about this, he nodded, "Okay, let's cook another special dish and have a good drink."

"Great, I was right." Han Jingming snapped his fingers, tore off an apron and threw it to him. "Come on, let's compete to see who has the better craftsmanship."

Two big men in their aprons clattered to work in the kitchen, like a pair of brothers returning home for dinner. There was no atmosphere of tension between the police and the villains, but it seemed particularly harmonious.

Not too long ago, the two dishes came out one after the other. Han Jingming made a fried chicken with spicy peppers. The combination of red dried chili peppers and tender yellow chicken nuggets exudes a strong aroma, which makes people feel the urge to drool. .

Han Zhenyang made a sweet and sour squirrel fish. The fish is a big carp from the Yellow River. Although it is not so fresh in the refrigerator, it does not affect the taste too much. After his skillful cooking, it is really delicious. The shape is complete, and after the squirrel-shaped fried fish is wrapped in the yellow soup, it exudes a tempting sweet smell. You want to eat it when you look at it, and it makes your mouth water when you smell it.

In addition to these two dishes, the two also worked together to cook a Pingqiao tofu soup, making up three dishes and one soup.

When the dishes were ready, Han Jingming ran to the wine cabinet as if at home and brought several bottles of wine. There were Chinese, Western, red and white wines, all of which were good wines. Among them was a bottle of Moutai produced in 53, even Han Zhenyang I'm a little jealous.

In 53, the Moutai distillery had just opened, and the output in that year was very low, and the remaining quantity is very small. Even He Qianjun only drank a few sips.But Xu Guangrui has a whole bottle here, and it hasn't been opened yet.

Looking through the bottle, he saw the thick wine inside, and he swallowed involuntarily. This wine should taste extremely mellow and fragrant!

Han Jingming is also a person who knows the goods, holding the wine bottle and smiling triumphantly, "We brothers are lucky today, hehe, you said Xu Guangrui came back and saw this scene, what would be his reaction?"

"Hahaha, he will definitely run away."

"Uh, that's right, we two killing gods are here, not to mention Xu Guangrui, even Xu Guangrui's boss has to run away when he comes," Han Jingming chuckled.

"Oh? Who is Xu Guangrui's boss?"

"Chen——" Han Jingming replied casually, but as soon as he uttered a word, he immediately shut up, "brother, don't try to lie to me, if you really want to know, you can investigate yourself, or ask Xu Guangrui directly. You will definitely be able to ask about your means."

Han Zhenyang smiled slightly, and asked back: "You are right in front of me, why should I waste time and effort to find Xu Guangrui, do you have the confidence to survive my tricks?"

"No, I'm sure I won't survive, but you won't do anything to me," Han Jingming said with a relaxed expression.

"So confident?"

"Yes, that's how confident it is."

"why?"

"Because I'm using Rejoice," Han Jingming said funny, tossing his hair.

However, Han Zhenyang didn't make trouble this time, but just stared at Han Jingming with a faint smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Being stared at by him, Han Jingming shuddered involuntarily, put away his funny expression, and said embarrassingly, "Okay, okay, let me say," uncorking the bottle of Moutai produced in 53. Taking a deep breath, he praised with satisfaction, "It smells so good!"

It is indeed fragrant. As soon as the bottle was opened, a strong and mellow but not pungent aroma of wine permeated the restaurant, even completely suppressing the aroma of three dishes and one soup. The smell, just a sniff , a bit intoxicating.

Even Han Zhenyang couldn't keep his composure anymore. He stood up and leaned over to snatch the wine bottle over. He put it in front of his nostrils and took a deep breath. When he felt the mellow aroma, he couldn't help but let out a contented groan, and took it away. The glass, and poured himself a full glass directly.

The color of this wine is still white, but it has a touch of softness. The splashed hops form a pearl shape, and when it falls, you can even see the obvious viscous feeling. It's like hanging on a glass, it takes a while to flow down, it's amazing.

It is not necessarily good wine that hangs the glass, but good wine must hang the glass.

Although Han Zhenyang is not a sommelier and has no special research on wine, but seeing this scene, he knows that this bottle is really good wine.

Han Jingming on the side was anxious, "Brother, save some for me, it's worth several million bottles, are you willing to drink it all by yourself?" He said hurriedly to grab the bottle.

Han Zhenyang blinked, "Millions? Are you kidding me?"

"My brother, what am I kidding, five years ago, a bottle of 53-year-old Moutai appeared in an auction house in the capital. Do you know how much it was sold for?" Han Jingming stared at Han Zhenyang with a reckless expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)