Chapter 63 Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup

A plate of roast duck temporarily rescued Liu Yuandong and Bai Zhu. They came out of the house and followed Zhao You to the public kitchen. They saw Ji Caimai and others feasting on roast duck, while Wen Mingtang was slicing duck meat.

The two walked over and said, "Thank you, Master Wen!" Then they sat down, followed the example of others, wrapped the roast duck in dough and ate it.

After the last piece of roast duck was finished, Wen Mingtang washed his hands, walked to the side and sat down, listening to Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu chatting about this case called "Puppet Play" while eating.

"The life experience of Fuzi is very important at the moment. We are investigating." Liu Yuan took a bite of the roast duck wrapped in his hand, licked the noodle sauce squeezed to the corner of his mouth, and said, "Lin Shaoqing said it is very likely that he is illiterate. No wonder he is not illiterate." He couldn't write a play. But even though he couldn't write a play, he still insisted on singing "The Orphan of Zhao". He himself was an orphan. We now suspect that the play was not for nothing. He himself might be the "Zhao Orphan". Orphans"."

There is nothing wrong with this statement to a layman.

"Fuzi. I thought that when the old handyman helped him choose this name, he hoped that he would be blessed, but he didn't expect that in the end..." Wen Mingtang shook his head and sighed: "How pitiful!"

Ah Bing and Tang Yuan both nodded and sighed!

Liu Yuan and others looked at each other, looking at the sighing people, and couldn't help but sigh: In their eyes, these half-year-old children seem to have a good heart!

Because he ate roast duck at night, the duck intestines, duck liver, duck gizzards and other contents were left behind. Wen Mingtang was not prepared to waste it, so he made the best use of his morning meal the next morning to make duck blood vermicelli soup.

The few remaining duck racks from the sliced ​​duck were all thrown into the big pot and made into soup stock. Duck blood, duck intestines, duck liver, duck gizzards and other items were all boiled and stewed, and placed there in categories. Wen Mingtang also "requisitioned" the bean paste from Master Sun and Master Wang.

When Liu Yuanda came over for the morning meal, there were already many people eating the meal in the public kitchen hall.

After glancing at the food in the bowls of the servants who were eating the food, Liu Yuan walked to the public kitchen table. When he saw the duck intestines, duck liver, duck gizzards and other items, his expression froze.

Wen Mingtang didn't find this reaction strange in his eyes, and asked him with a smile: "Don't eat internal food?"

Duck blood, duck intestines, duck liver, and duck gizzards are all internal products, and some people will not eat them.

"It doesn't matter if you don't eat it. It'll be delicious just with some bean soaking." Wen Mingtang said, taking out the hot vermicelli with a whisk and putting it into a bowl. When he was about to grab the bean soaking, he saw Liu Yuan grit his teeth suddenly and said, " Everyone...give me some!"

Look at those officers eating without even a little bit of soup left: This nugget... This nugget made by Master Wen must be delicious!

Wen Mingtang stopped what he was doing and glanced at Liu Yuan in surprise: "Seriously?"

Liu Yuan nodded and gritted his teeth: "Seriously!"

Wen Mingtang nodded, and added duck intestines, duck liver, duck gizzards and bean paste to the vermicelli in order. Then he poured a spoonful of duck blood into the broth and boiled it until it was on top. Then he added green garlic, green onion and soybean paste. Pepper, 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 tremblingly took the duck blood vermicelli soup to an empty seat nearby and sat down. He first tasted a spoonful of the soup with a spoon. The soup was delicious. It must have been cooked for a long time, and the duck fragrance had been completely absorbed. Melted into the soup.

Stir briefly to mix all the ingredients. The duck blood is extremely smooth and tender, comparable to the tenderest tofu, the duck intestines are springy and slightly crispy, the duck liver is dense and soft, and the duck gizzards are chewy, but the best part is the filling. The beans in the soup are soaked.

Liu Yuan felt that today's bowl of duck blood and vermicelli soup completely broke his habit of not eating the insides: whether the insides are delicious or not really depends on the craftsmanship of the chef! In the past, if I thought it didn’t taste good, that’s because it wasn’t made by Master Wen!

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

Today I have to go to the inn to confirm whether Fuzi is literate, and I have to go to the Changshou Opera Troupe to call in the leader Huang, who doesn't look like a good person, for questioning.

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

This expression... Liu Yuan was startled when he saw it, and an instinctive reaction came to his heart: "No... nothing will happen again!"

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

Liu Yuan: "..."

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When standing in front of the plaque of Changshou Opera Troupe, Liu Yuan still felt a little dazed. When he raised his head and his eyes fell on the word "longevity" on the plaque, he subconsciously paused: Two people died in succession, and the word "longevity" was not fulfilled at all!

Leader Huang was found dead in the house this morning.

When Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu led people over, Wu Bucai had finished examining the corpse and was pointing at Team Leader Huang, who was lying on the bed with his eyes exposed: "You covered it up, you didn't do anything to cover it up!"

Lin Fei nodded and looked around.

A guard was talking next to him: "Master Huang doesn't have the habit of locking the doors and windows when sleeping. Anyone can come in. The theater's door is also low, and ordinary people can easily climb over the wall and get in. It's difficult to determine whether the murderer is someone in the theater troupe or someone outside the theater." people."

Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu walked in, took a look at Team Leader Huang's room, and saw a lot of cultural objects placed on the rows of ancient bookshelf against the wall. He couldn't help but said: "Then he has a big heart. There are so many objects. Even if you sleep with the doors and windows locked, you won’t be afraid of being stolen!”

Lin Fei glanced back at him, then suddenly stepped forward, walked to Team Leader Huang's body, and picked up his hand. After looking at it for a moment, he stretched out his hand, held his hand, took something off, and turned his hand back. He handed it to Liu Yuan who came over.

Liu Yuan subconsciously took it. When he saw what was handed over, he couldn't help but be startled: Isn't this... the gold ring on Team Leader Huang's hand?

"Huh?" Bai Zhu's sharp eyes on the side saw the scratches on the gold ring. What was exposed under the scratches was dark iron color, "Iron ring, is it plated with gold powder?"

Liu Yuan reacted and was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he hurriedly ran to the ancient shelf full of antiques and picked up an antique and looked at it carefully.

"This is fake!" he said.

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

The two looked at each other. Is there anything they didn't understand at this time? When they walked to Lin Fei, they saw Lin Fei holding up one of Team Leader Huang's hands and looking at it. The little finger and ring finger of that hand had been chopped off. The two people's hearts skipped a beat and they reacted immediately.

"This class leader Huang is a gambler!"

People who are addicted to gambling and are addicted to gambling often cut off their fingers to clarify their intentions when forced, and swear that they will not do it next time, but the reality is that it will be the same next time.

Situations like this happen all the time.

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