Chapter 60 Roast Duck (1)
Wu Zuo was taken aback, and before he had time to put down the egg-filled biscuits in his hand, he ran over.
Under the sun, the scars on the fingers criss-crossed. Lin Fei suddenly stretched out his hand, and squeezed the hand from the back of his hand. The seemingly messy scars were connected to each other, and the lines gradually became clear.
Wu Zuo's complexion suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, "It's just one word!"
"Bull." Lin Fei looked at the writing on his hand and said.
Wu Zuo was taken aback when he heard the words, and said, "Does he want to say that the murderer's surname is Niu or there is a word Niu in his name?"
Lin Fei shook his head and said, "I don't know." He looked down at his hand, and subconsciously squeezed it slightly. Trying to swipe between your fingers with your thumb, but it is extremely painful to just scratch the mark with force.
Ten fingers connected to the heart, people will shrink back when they are in pain. When he ran his fingernails across his fingers, his fingers flinched subconsciously.
It is very difficult to do it unless you have a strong belief in your heart or are supported by emotions such as anger and pain.
This word was written two days before the person died. It is obviously impossible to infer from this word that the murderer's surname is Niu or that there is a word "Niu" in his name.
Lin Fei put down his hand, looked at the person on the table for a moment, then turned and went out the door.
On the way back from Wuzuo’s place, we had to pass the square in the middle of Dali Temple. At that time, Dali Temple was busy, and the square was empty, except for the door of the warehouse. Gestures.
"We, Master Wen, want something to put the ducks in. We need to hang the ducks up. Is there such a long-necked bottle?"
The handyman listened with a puzzled expression, then shook his head and said, "No!"
That dazed look really made people wonder if he understood.
The young girl jumped anxiously, and said again: "I also need a stove that can roast ducks, that stove..."
"Is it okay to stew in an iron pot?" The handyman interrupted the two of them, pointed to the warehouse behind him, and said, "There are a lot of iron pots in the warehouse! You can stew big geese!"
Young girl: "..."
Just as he was anxiously preparing to make some gestures with this handyman who couldn't understand, he heard a clear voice behind him.
"The morning meal is over, is she going to make supper today?"
A Bing and Tang Yuan, who were gesturing, were startled by the sound, and quickly turned around. When they met Lin Fei, they were even more frightened and hurriedly saluted.
Lin Fei said "Yes", looked at the two of them, and asked seriously: "Is she making supper?"
A Bing and Tangyuan looked at each other, and hurriedly said: "It's not a supper either. It's just borrowing a place from the public kitchen to cook food, it's not a supper."
If the rules of the internal affairs yamen are messed up, it would be bad for someone to catch them.
Lin Fei obviously understood the meaning of the two of them. Hearing the words, he turned around and said, "Follow me!" After finishing speaking, he led the two of them back to another room not far from the warehouse.
A Bing and Tang Yuan can be seen in this room every day, and there is a big copper lock on it, as if strangers should not come near it, and no one unlocks it on weekdays, so I thought it was a room where sundries were piled up, but unthinkable...
Standing outside, A Bing and Tangyuan, who dared not enter the house, looked into the house, feeling dazzled by the people who just looked at it. A mess of bottles and jars, and many things that they haven't even seen are in it. I don't know where Lin Shaoqing's messy property came from.
From the house full of mess, Lin Fei pointed to a row of long-mouthed white porcelain bottles and asked the two of them: "Is this the bottle you want?"
A Bing and Tang Yuan hurriedly nodded and said, "This is what Master Wen said!"
Lin Fei gave a "hmm", then pointed to a black and square object under his feet, and said: "Put this thing on the stove, it should be used to roast duck."
A Bing and Tangyuan were stunned, and when they came back to their senses, they hurriedly stammered: "Thank you... Thank you Lin Shaoqing, we will..." The two of them wanted to come forward to carry it, but they were stopped by Lin Fei.
"Let Zhao Youlai!" He said, handed over the key, and said, "From now on, she can find anything she wants from inside."
After Tang Yuan took the key, Lin Fei left.
The two were stunned for a while, and then couldn't help muttering: "Where did Lin Shaoqing get these things?"
When Zhao You came to find Wen Mingtang with the object that looked like iron bumps in all directions, Wen Mingtang couldn't help being stunned. Squat down and look at the "oven" in front of you. There is a square door directly in front of it. There is a lock on the door, and the empty inner box is revealed when you pull it. The inner box is neat, and there are even a few holes on both sides for ventilation.
Looking around the "oven" several times, even Wen Mingtang couldn't help but marvel: "Who made this, it's amazing!"
She didn't expect to find a stove comparable to modern ovens, she just wanted to find a similar stove, and let people watch the rest, turning it over from time to time or something.
I didn't expect to find such a stove, and I can directly bake it with an iron stick placed directly in the ventilation hole.
Zhao You, who was coming over from the stove, spoke with pride in his tone: "Our Lin Shaoqing asked someone to do it."
Wen Mingtang: "..." Why does a young minister of Dali Temple do such things?
Just as he was surprised, he heard that Zhao You came over carrying an iron lump, and Ji Caimai, who came in to see the situation, said, "Lin Shaoqing used it to solve the case. Sometimes Lin Shaoqing can't figure out the progress of the case, and Lin Shaoqing will use someone to make some Weird objects."
"The wooden stick for the barbecue last time was also made by him." Ji Caimai couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Lin Shaoqing is serious and responsible in his work, but the weird things he made will be cleared up after he solves the case. It always feels a bit wasteful when there is no place to use it. But it won’t be a waste once you come here!”
The audience listened with emotion in the tone of the speech: "..."
Tangyuan handed the key to Wen Mingtang, and said: "Lin Shaoqing gave it to him, saying that if he lacks something, he can go there and have a look. If necessary, just use it."
Wen Mingtang was silent, took the key and put it away.
Ji Caimai in that room was already squatting on the porch looking at the roast ducks on the white porcelain vases.
The long necks were tilted in one direction. It was still the same neat way that Master Wen placed the ingredients on weekdays, but it was inexplicably funny.
"What a miserable life!" Ji Caimai muttered, rubbing his belly guiltily, "But I'm already looking forward to the taste of the roast duck tonight."
It was a hot day, and after the moisture on the surface of the duck dried, Wen Mingtang brought in the duck characters, poured wine, vinegar, honey and water and brushed the surface of the duck.
A Bing and Tang Yuan looked amused, so he couldn't hold back, so he took over Wen Mingtang's work and began brushing.
"What's the use of brushing this?" Tangyuan asked curiously.
(end of this chapter)