Chapter 211 Soup Rice Cake (1)

"After Mr. Su returned home honorably, he was quite generous and saved many of his friends back then!" Li Zheng, who was leading the way, was walking in front, pushing away weeds and saying, "Later, I talked about this with those friends who were rescued by him. At that time, those friends suggested that it would be better to move the tomb of the businessman named Wen, Mr. Su, his adoptive father, to Chang'an. This would save the inconvenience of arranging for others to pay homage every year! Besides, it would be better for himself. Do your best to be filial, after all, such a big sum of money..."

What kind of person Mr. Su was back then has been confirmed from the mouths of the old people at that time. It was exactly what Dr. Su said. He was a gangster.

Naturally, his friends back then were also gangsters. They were either regulars at gambling houses or lazy men who stayed at home and relied on their elderly parents to make ends meet.

"It's true to save people, but you should also save the people who deserve to be saved!" Wei Fu couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this, and said, "It encourages the bad habits of lazy people and gamblers!"

Li Zheng, who was leading the way, couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard this: "It's always Mr. Su's own money. What does he want to do? What can outsiders like me say?"

Wei Fu glanced at Li Zheng who looked embarrassed and said, "No wonder you, keep talking!"

Li Zheng nodded, coughed lightly, and continued: "Anyway, at this mention, Mr. Su immediately nodded and said that this is the right thing to do! And he not only wanted to move his good adoptive father's grave, but also his adoptive father's grave. All the adopted mothers, adopted sisters and adopted brothers will be moved here!”

"This move will move the graves of those people to Chang'an. Mr. Su said that he needed to find a place where he could be seen at a glance, so that his adoptive father and the others could watch him all the time." Li Zheng As he spoke, he pointed to a few tombstones not far ahead and said, "That's why I chose this place!"

Wei Fu looked around and saw that apart from the weeds, there were only a few lonely tombstones in this area.

Looking at the desolate land, he frowned and asked Li Zheng: "Since Mr. Su has to fulfill his filial piety and be so particular about it, he didn't find a Feng Shui master to check the place where his adoptive father and stepmother returned. Will the Feng Shui of this place be better?" ?”

He didn't understand the theory of Feng Shui and Kanyu, but if it was such a good place, how could it be so deserted? It has long been competed for as a geomantic treasure!

Li Zheng was choked by Wei Fu's question. He touched the back of his head in embarrassment and said, "It seems that what you say makes sense!"

Mr. Su was clamoring to fulfill his filial piety, but why did he choose a place like this to fulfill his filial piety? Something doesn’t seem to make sense!

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the tomb. Looking at the overgrown tombstone in front of them, Wei Fu turned to look at Li Zheng: "It's so close, you don't even have time to pull out the weeds?"

The embarrassment on his face almost overflowed, so he could only explain dryly: "I don't know about that. Even Dr. Su has no control over his family affairs!" He was just an upright person. What can you do?

Wei Fu walked around the tombstones twice, then raised his hand and called Li Zheng over.

Li Zheng didn't know why, so he walked over and took a look, only to see a few dark footprints.

Wei Fu pointed to the footprints and said, "Is this a filial piety method?"

Li Zheng: "This..."

Looking at Li Zheng who was speechless, Wei Fu suddenly became serious: "There are so many suspicions along the way. I, Dali Temple, suspect that there is something wrong with the origin of the money in the hands of Mr. Su, who has returned to his hometown. , there may be another hidden reason behind the death of this businessman named Wen!"

Li Zheng, who had listened to Wei Fu pointing out the problems all the way, had already had doubts in his heart. When he heard the words, he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, what you said makes sense! A well-behaved gangster suddenly became a filial son. This filial son is full of loopholes. There are indeed some problems. …”

Looking at Li Zheng, who was pale with fright, fearing that he would be implicated, Wei Fu stopped as soon as he was ready and said: "Go and call those gangsters who have been rescued by Mr. Su. I have something to ask them!"

When Li Zheng heard that he would not be held accountable, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately patted his chest and promised: "Yes, yes! Don't worry, sir, we will call them all without fail!"

Wei Fu said "hmm" and his eyes fell on the tombstones in the deserted bush. The wind blew, and a chill came over him.

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"Ah sneeze!"

The chill hit him, and Ah Bing sneezed in excitement and ran into the kitchen.

Compared with the dark sky outside, the warm light in the public kitchen looks particularly attractive.

Stepping into the public kitchen, the warmth from the stove immediately surged over me, dispelling most of the cold air around me.

Listening to the orderly "chop chop chop" sound of chopping vegetables behind the counter, Ah Bing washed his hands and walked behind the counter to look at the breakfast for today.

The shredded pork meat has been marinated and put aside. Wen Mingtang and Tangyuan are cutting cabbage, mushrooms, green onions and other main dishes and accessories. What is left for Ah Bing is the long rice cake on the cutting board.

Compared with the ease of cutting various dishes, the rice cake requires more effort, but it is just right for a teenager like Ah Bing who has the most energy.

After all the side dishes were prepared, Wen Mingtang poured oil into the pot, put the marinated pork shreds into it and stir-fried, and taught A Bing how to cook the glutinous rice balls: "Fry the shredded pork until white, remove it, and add the green onions." , ginger, stir-fry cabbage stems and mushrooms until soft, the leaves will be cooked easily, you can put them in later..."

As the weather gets colder, Wen Mingtang often chooses soups and soups such as Lena's for breakfast. A bowl of them warms his stomach and body.

When the sky outside turned from dark to white, the public chef welcomed the first wave of diners of the day—Liu Yuan, Wu Bucai and others who had gotten up early.

As soon as he walked into the public kitchen, Liu Yuan was so excited by the warmth of the stove that he couldn't help but sigh: "It's cold, but the public kitchen with the fire on is a good place!"

It's not surprising that Liu Yuan and others came early, but Wu Butai was rarely seen arriving so early.

Thinking of the case he was paying attention to, Wen Mingtang couldn't help but ask him: "Did the coffin of the businessman named Wen be dug out?"

Wu Bucai nodded, rubbed his hands, and said, "I'll go there after finishing the morning meal. What is Master Wen cooking for the morning meal today?"

Wen Mingtang said: "Soup rice cake!"

Soup rice cake? What is that? Everyone was a little confused, but they were not surprised at all: Master Wen's dishes are always novel.

When he saw the pot of steaming rice cake soup, Liu Yuan suddenly realized: "It turns out to be a soup made from cabbage, pork, shredded mushrooms and rice cake!"

He recognized each of these dishes, and they were very common. There were green onions floating in the bubbling soup, which gave it a simple warmth.

"It tastes like home." Liu Yuan said as he took the bowl of soup rice cake and sat down in front of the dining table.

Everyone nodded and picked up spoons to ladle the soup. After a long period of simmering, the soup had turned milky white, and because of the addition of rice cakes, it had a slightly thickened viscosity after stewing.

Because of this, he scooped it out from the pot. There was still a stream of hot air in the soup. He blew on the hot air and took a sip of the soup. Then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Why is it so fresh? "

As soon as these words came out, Wu Bucai, who also took a sip of the soup, nodded: "It tastes like home, but it's so fresh that... my eyebrows almost fell off!"

The last sentence "eyebrows are about to fall off" was learned from Master Wen. Master Wen always had some strange sentences to describe eating. After hearing it many times, he asked everyone to learn it too.

This is the first time I know that these kinds of dishes can be so delicious when stewed! A mouthful of soup aroused everyone's interest, and they all stretched out their chopsticks to pick up the vegetables in the soup.