Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 63 Duck blood vermicelli soup

   A plate of roast duck temporarily rescued Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu. The two came out of the house and followed Zhao Youlai to the public chef. They saw Ji Caimai and others eating roast duck, while Wen Mingtang was slicing the duck.

  The two walked over, said "Thank you, Master Wen!" They sat down, and imitated the others, wrapped the roast duck in dough and ate it.

  Wen Mingtang washed his hands after the last piece of roast duck was finished, went to the side and sat down, listening to Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu chatting about the case called "play puppet" while eating.

"Right now, Fuzi's life experience is very important, and we are investigating." Liu Yuan bit down the wrapped roast duck in his hand, licked the noodle sauce squeezed to the corner of his mouth, and said, "Lin Shaoqing said that he is very likely to be illiterate, no wonder he didn't But even if he couldn't write the play, he insisted on singing "The Orphan of Zhao". He is an orphan himself. Now we suspect that this play was not sung for nothing. He himself may be the "Zhao Shi" Orphan."

   There is nothing wrong with this statement to the layman.

   "Fuzi. I thought that when the old handyman helped him choose this name, he hoped that he would be blessed, but in the end..." Wen Mingtang shook his head and sighed: "It's so pitiful!"

  A Bing and Tangyuan nodded in unison, sighing!

  Liu Yuan and the others looked at each other, and looked at the sighing people, and couldn't help feeling: In their eyes, these half-grown children seem to have good hearts!

  Because he ate roast duck at night, the duck intestines, liver, gizzards, etc. were left in the duck. Wen Mingtang didn't plan to waste it, so he made duck blood vermicelli soup with the best of the morning food the next morning.

  The remaining duck racks of sliced ​​duck were all thrown into a large pot and boiled into broth. Duck blood, duck intestines, duck liver, duck gizzards, etc. were all cooked and marinated, and placed there in different categories. Wen Mingtang also "requisitioned" the bean puffs he picked up from Master Sun and Master Wang.

   When Liu Yuanda came to eat morning food in the morning, there were already many people eating morning food in the public kitchen lobby.

   Taking a cursory glance at the food in the bowls of the servants who were eating the food, Liu Yuan walked to the front of the public kitchen counter, and when he saw the duck intestines, liver, gizzards, etc., his face froze.

  Wen Mingtang didn't think it was strange that this reaction fell into Wen Mingtang's eyes, and asked him with a smile, "Do you not eat the insides?"

  Duck blood, duck intestines, duck liver, and duck gizzards are all internal contents, and some people don't eat them.

"It doesn't matter if you don't eat it, it's delicious just adding some bean puffs." Wen Mingtang said, using a strainer to fish out the hot vermicelli into a bowl, when he was about to grab the bean puffs, Liu Yuan gritted his teeth suddenly and said, " All...give me some!"

  Looking at what the servants ate, there wasn’t even a little soup left: this stuff... this stuff must be delicious when made by Master Wen!

  Wen Mingtang stopped what he was doing, and looked at Liu Yuan in surprise: "Really?"

  Liu Yuan nodded, gritted his teeth and said, "Really!"

Wen Mingtang nodded, and added duck intestines, duck liver, duck gizzards and bean bubbles to the vermicelli in turn, then scooped a spoonful of duck blood into the broth and scalded it until it was on top, then added green garlic, green onions and other ingredients. Pepper powder, the last spoonful of broth was poured on it, and after asking Liu Yuan, he sprinkled it with coriander and handed it over.

Liu Yuan shivered and took the duck blood vermicelli soup to the nearby empty seat and sat down. First, he tasted a spoonful of the soup with a spoon. The soup was delicious. Incorporated into the soup.

   Stir slightly, and all kinds of small ingredients are evenly distributed. The duck blood is extremely smooth and tender, comparable to the tenderest tofu. The duck intestines are slightly crispy, the duck liver is dense and soft, and the duck gizzards are chewy. The beans in the soup were soaked.

  Liu Yuan felt that this bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup completely broke his habit of not eating the insides: whether the insides are good or not really depends on the chef's craftsmanship! In the past, I thought it was not delicious, but it was because Master Wen did not make it!

  After holding the bowl and putting the last mouthful of duck blood vermicelli soup into his mouth, Liu Yuan put down the bowl comfortably, burped, got up and left the public kitchen.

  Today, I’m going to the post station to confirm whether Fuzi can read or not, and I’m going to the Changshou Opera Troupe to call the leader Huang, who doesn’t look like a good person, for questioning.

   Just as he was thinking like this, he saw Bai Zhu walking over with a few servants with an ugly face.

  Looking at this expression... Liu Yuan was taken aback, and an instinctive reaction came to his mind: "No... nothing will happen again!"

  Bai Zhu looked at him, nodded and said, "Team Leader Huang is dead."

  Liu Yuan: "..."

  …

  …

  When standing in front of the plaque of the Changshou Troupe, Liu Yuan still felt a little dazed. Looking up, when his eyes fell on the word "Longevity" on the plaque, he subconsciously paused: Two people died in succession, the word "Longevity" is not fulfilled at all!

  Team leader Huang was found dead in the house this morning.

  When Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu brought people over, Wu Bucai had already experienced the dead body, and was pointing to Team Leader Huang, who was lying on the bed with staring eyes, and said, "I smothered me to death, I didn't do anything to cover it up!"

  Lin Fei nodded and looked around.

An officer was talking nearby: "Team leader Huang has no habit of sleeping and locking doors and windows. Anyone can come in. The troupe's gate is also short, and ordinary people can easily climb over the wall to get in. It is difficult to determine whether the murderer is a member of the troupe or outside the troupe." people."

Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu walked in, glanced at Team Leader Huang's room, and saw a lot of literary objects on the rows of antique racks against the wall, and couldn't help but said: "Then he has a big heart, so many objects, don't Lock the doors and windows to sleep without fear of being stolen!"

Lin Fei glanced back at him, stepped forward suddenly, walked to Team Leader Huang's body, picked up his hand, looked at it for a while, reached out, held his hand, took something off his hand, and turned his hand Handed it to Liu Yuan who came over.

  Liu Yuan subconsciously took it, and when he saw what he handed over, he couldn't help being stunned: Isn't this... the gold ring in the hand of Team Leader Huang?

   "Eh?" Bai Zhu's sharp eyes saw the scratches on the gold ring, and the black iron color was exposed under the scratches, "Iron ring, is it coated with gold powder?"

  Liu Yuan came to his senses and was taken aback for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he hurried to the antique shelf full of literary objects, picked up a literary object and looked at it carefully.

   "This is fake!" he said.

   "Me too." Bai Zhu put the Wenwan he picked up back on the shelf.

   The two of them looked at each other, what is there not to understand at this moment? When they got to Lin Fei's side, they saw Lin Fei holding up Team Leader Huang's hand and looking at it. The little finger and ring finger of that hand were chopped off.

   "This boss Huang is a gambler!"

   People who are addicted to gambling and gamblers are forced to chop off their fingers to show their ambitions, and promise not to do it next time, but the fact is that it will be the same next time.

   Such situations are not uncommon.

  Lin Fei nodded and said, "He is short of money."

  (end of this chapter)