80s: Little Sweet Wife

"How long did this girl stay here before?" Meimei asked. ~~щww~suimеng~lā

The fat grandma pursed her lips and seemed reluctant. She said she wanted to go back to the house to cook. Meimei took out a hundred-yuan bill from her bag and shook it in front of her. The fat grandma's eyes lit up and looked at the bill greedily.

She is very knowledgeable, and she took the initiative to say it all without raising eyebrows.

"It won't last long, at most not more than a quarter of an hour, and I even heard them arguing once. Anyway, the relationship is not good at all." After the fat grandma finished speaking, she stared at the money in Meimei's hand.

Meimei asked a few more questions, just like Xiaoyun checked, and found nothing.

She gave the 100-yuan bill to another grandma, and she did not treat the fat grandma badly. She took out another one, at least there were clues, and 200 yuan was not a waste.

When I walked downstairs, I bumped into Mr. Lin's master and apprentice who came over. Mr. Lin smiled and said hello, "Miss Zhao seems to be very interested in this case!"

"Of course, Ouyang Xiong is an inland government official, so he can't die inexplicably. I hope SR Lin can solve the case as soon as possible." His eyebrows were official.

The policewoman snorted softly and whispered, "Maybe you are the murderer."

How can it be so coincidental?

When Zhao Mei came to Hong Kong, all the people she didn't deal with died. Don't think she didn't know that Zhao Mei had a holiday with these two.

"You can eat rice indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, Lin sr, your eyes on apprentices are really not good!" Meimei shook her head, too lazy to pay attention to the female policewoman who was like an angry youth, and walked towards the fish ball stall.

Xiaoyun said that Ouyang Xiong used to go to this stall to eat fish balls, and the boss should have clues.

The fish ball stall business is very good. The boss and his wife are very busy, and they have no time to pay attention to them. Meimei asked Xiaoyun to ask the boss about the profit for a day. Two thousand yuan, and in bad times, I can't even earn five hundred yuan."

Meimei took out a thousand yuan from her bag and handed it to the boss, "I will buy you one thousand yuan for an hour, just answer a few questions."

The boss was taken aback and looked at Meimei and the others like a monster. Is there nowhere to spend more money?

The proprietress was very clever, she took the money and asked her husband to only entertain the guests. She could handle the business by herself. With a thousand dollars of encouragement, she would definitely have four more hands.

"I don't know what the man's name is. It's been less than a month since he moved here. He doesn't look like a good person. He still has injuries. I didn't want to do his business at all."

There is no special news here from the boss. He said that Ouyang Xiong always comes to eat fish **** when the stall is closing in the middle of the night, and he takes it home to eat~www.readwn.com~ and never eats out.

"I think this man should be a black family who escaped over there. I have never seen him come out during the day, and at night he is like a thief, sneaky." The boss concluded, but he was right.

Meimei was a little disappointed, the boss got nothing here, but she still didn't give up. After thinking about it, she took out a pen and paper from her bag, and drew Ouyang Shanshan's sketch in two or three minutes, which was very similar.

"Boss, do you know this girl?"

"I don't know, no, she came to me to buy fish **** a few times, and she even praised the fish **** I made!" The boss laughed naively.

"This girl likes to eat fish eggs?" Meimei asked again.

"Yeah, she said that my fish **** are better than other restaurants. I'm not bragging. Our Zhang Ji fish **** have been passed down for four generations. The first rule of our ancestors is that you can't cut corners. You can't find anyone like Zhang in Hong Kong now. I remember the fish **** with such a good amount of ingredients, all of which were made by my wife and I, only 30% of the flour was used, and the rest was all fish..."

When the boss talked about his own fish balls, he suddenly became spirited, his mouth was dripping, and he was dancing.