Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 340 Fish Ball Soup (5)

After putting the last mouthful of fish ball soup in the round cup into his mouth, Liu Yuan burped, got up together with Bai Zhu, waved his hands towards Wen Mingtang and the others who were looking at the two of them, and strode forward. Go to the door of the public kitchen.

Walking to the entrance of the public kitchen, the cotton curtain to shield the wind was pushed aside by the two, and the cold wind mixed with a large amount of snowflakes poured into the public kitchen, even Wen Mingtang and others in front of the counter were shocked by the sudden cold air a shudder.

   Such a cold day...

Sure enough, the next moment, Liu Yuan's complaints came from behind the cotton curtain, "It's too cold today, and I don't know what's going on at Hu Siming's place. I want the two of us to come forward..." The rest of the words, as the two moved closer and closer The farther you go, the more you can't hear clearly.

   Glancing at the public kitchen where no one was eating, Tang Yuan rubbed his empty stomach, then turned to Wen Mingtang and A Bing and said, "Liu Sicheng and the others complained, but they left in a hurry than anyone else!"

"Isn't it?" Seeing that no one was eating, Ah Bing, who finally had their lunch turn, turned to serve the meal, and said while filling the meal, "Just now when the jailer came over, he saw the two temple ministers wanting to get up. He looks lazier than anyone else, but he has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, and when he hears something, he walks faster than anyone else!"

  After the rice was served, the fish ball soup was served together with the hot fish-flavored eggplant and vegetable stir-fried vegetables. Wen Mingtang and A Bing didn't need to do it themselves, and brought a food table that had been packed in advance and put it down.

  Recently, Ah Bing has been very considerate. Same as some time ago, the boy who loves to pull glutinous rice **** and pigtails seems to be a different person.

  Wen Mingtang glanced at A Bing who was growing taller day by day, couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, thinking: It's a good thing for a boy to grow up and understand how to be considerate. While thinking about it, he took chopsticks and spoons with Tangyuan and sat down in front of the food table to eat the belated lunch.

  Although it was a late lunch, because the food was kept warm on the stove, it was still warm in my mouth.

  Wen Mingtang is a casual master. If the person who eats in the same case is someone who strictly abides by the etiquette of "eating without speaking", she will also abide by it. If the other party is not, she will also follow the other party.

   Tangyuan and A Bing obviously didn't have such rules, they chatted about what happened just now while eating.

"Didn't that Hu Siming always say that he is honest when he looks fierce?" Tang Yuan chewed the tender fish ball minced meat in his mouth, and said to Wen Mingtang and A Bing, "I heard it was his business, but I don't know whether it is a hunger strike or Dislike eating bad food or something."

"I can't blame the food problem on my head," Ah Bing said hastily. "Yesterday morning, Ji Caimai brought back a lot of steamed buns from Zhuangzi. These steamed buns must not be wasted. Because of their simplicity, the jailers So he warmed himself up and sent him to the prison, but it has nothing to do with us."

The meals of the prisoners in the prison will not always be eaten with the meals of the public cooks. Ji Caimai is "very popular" on Zhuangzi, and often brings back more food so that it cannot be wasted. Sometimes he directly cooks the prison meals .

   "The porridge and steamed buns are made by the prison guards. It's okay for others to eat them. But Hu Siming has something wrong. You should ask him yourself." Tangyuan said with her mouth flattened.

   After all, he is the master of the public chef, and he cares a lot about eating. Previously, there were suspects making troubles and pretending to be sick. They were blamed for eating uncleanly. Although we don't know what's going on at Hu Siming's place right now, we have to make it clear whether the food is clean or not.

   This is also what the jailers who came here to warm up the steamed buns were concerned about.

   "In the entire prison, even I took porridge and steamed buns to deal with two bites before the public kitchen meal time, but nothing happened." The jailer said, waving his hands quickly, "It's none of our business."

  Glanced at the wooden barrels and baskets where the steamed buns and porridge were distributed: they were all taken by the jailers, but there was no guarantee that the poisonous ones would be distributed to Hu Siming instead of others.

   After asking around, Hu Siming, who was already drinking medicine after vomiting, turned paler when he heard this, and couldn't help but argue: "No... I didn't do it, I... I don't know anything."

  The excuse is still this: he has a vicious appearance, and he speaks quite honestly, making it hard for people to tell whether this person is good or evil.

Liu Yuan frowned, and winked at Bai Zhu, and they walked out of Hu Siming's cell together. Wu Bucai had been waiting outside for a long time. Seeing the two of them come out, he hurried forward and said, "You two have finally come out. What I said earlier may be that Hu Siming has provoked at least two groups of people, and the guess that two groups of people chose to attack him today at the same time may be true, but... there is another guess."

  Liu Yuan heard the words and hurriedly said: "Old Wu, what are you talking about? Why don't you say it quickly?"

Wu Bucai glanced at him, pointed to the prison cell behind him, and said in a low voice, "It's also possible that the person in the cell looks evil at first glance, but at second glance he may be kind, but upon closer inspection, he is really evil. "

   Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu: "..."

Seeing the silent reaction of the two, Wu Bucai coughed lightly, and said, "I mean, it's also possible that he knew that someone would do something to him today, and he took one of the medicines himself. In poisoning, we are actually saving ourselves, in order to lead us to deal with the person who attacked us, and use our hands to get rid of the enemy."

Hearing this, the two people on the opposite side nodded at the same time, Bai Zhu glanced at Wu Bucai, and said frankly: "To be honest, I just heard what the guards said on the road, and the two of us guessed like this. If this is the case, this People's city is really deep, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with, so we have to spend more time on him."

Wu Bucai let out a "hmm" and said again: "Besides, I think there is another guess that is more likely." Then, before the two could speak, he lowered his voice and approached them and whispered, "Then That is, both poisons may have been injected by himself. In this way, can't the amount of the two poisons be controlled to ensure that the poison is just washed away?"

  Hearing this, the faces of Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu changed slightly, and they fell silent. After a while, Liu Yuan touched his arm and sighed: "So... Hu Siming's city is not too deep."

Wu Bucai nodded, paused, and said, "I think the rice bowls in the prison are fixed, especially when eating porridge and steamed buns, the jailer just pours a spoon into the bowl and puts a piece of steamed buns on it. The poison was really poisoned, and it was supposed to be on the bowls and plates, so I checked the bowls and plates, and there was porridge in the bowls. It’s not easy to check the poison in the bowl, but the handyman was lazy and didn’t wash the plate on which the steamed buns were placed, and sure enough, I found the poison on it.”

  The plate was poisoned, so it is very likely that the bowl is also poisoned.

"So, it really was him who poisoned him, and the thief shouted to catch the thief?" Bai Zhu pondered for a moment, looked at Liu Yuan, but already had a lot of doubts, "Hu Siming has been imprisoned for a while, and he has no relatives or friends Come to see him in prison, how did this poison come in?"

Generally speaking, there are two ways to bring poison into prisons. The first is to bribe the jailer to poison. This is what they don't want to see. After all, they are the colleagues of Dali Temple; The second is that relatives and friends who came to visit brought poison with them.

  Hu Siming has no one to visit, so... Could it be that his colleagues were bribed?

  (end of this chapter)