Chapter 71 Spicy Hot Pot (2)

It was about the reputation of the Huaishan County King lineage, and Manager Song's face became ugly.

As if Lin Fei didn't notice that Manager Song's face suddenly turned ugly, he continued: "So, the famous lineage of Huaishan County Princes retreated in the face of danger and let their subordinates take their place and put themselves in danger..."

"Not so!"

Before he finished speaking, Manager Song, who had just insisted that he had nothing to do with this matter, immediately interrupted Lin Fei's words. He said: "It has nothing to do with the prince and the others. It was of my own free will!"

Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu looked at Manager Song in astonishment: There was no direct evidence for the murder of Team Leader Huang. A moment ago, Manager Song looked like he would not shed tears even if he saw the coffin. Now, he is just mentioning old things from twenty-five years ago. , people from the Huaishan County King lineage are most likely to let others die in their place, but Manager Song actually opened his mouth without asking for it?

After being stunned for a moment, Bai Zhu came to his senses and whispered to Liu Yuan: "Hu Caifeng must know about this, and the man she later married may not also know about it. This matter cannot be hidden."

It was precisely because he knew he couldn't hide it that Manager Song suddenly admitted it?

He looked at Lin Fei, his eyes were red, and said loudly: "How can the lineage of the county king be cut off like this? I am willing to let my son replace the prince..."

"Isn't this wrong!" When Liu Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but said, "This is wrong!"

"You have to be loyal. You can sacrifice your life for justice, but you should sacrifice your own body. When you sacrifice your blessed son, have you ever thought about whether your blessed son is willing to do it?"

This story of sacrificing one's life for righteousness sounds very touching, at least Manager Song himself is immersed in it.

"It is a great honor to have my son replace the crown prince!" Manager Song said with a trembling voice, "It is his honor!"

Liu Yuan moved his lips and wanted to say, "Then why don't you replace him yourself?" But when he thought about Manager Song, he felt that if he was the right age, he might really replace him himself.

But when Fuzi was still in his infancy, Manager Song made the choice on his behalf, which was unfair to Fuzi.

And for some unknown reason back then, Fuzi didn't die and still grew to such a big size, but in the end... he died in such a miserable way.

"Lao Liu and his wife are voluntary, and I... I am also voluntary." Ignoring Liu Yuan's question of "Will Fuzi be willing or not?" Manager Song continued to murmur with tears in his eyes, "We are all willing! "

Seeing that he was so moved that he couldn't help himself, Liu Yuan fell silent, and a deep feeling of powerlessness arose spontaneously.

The next moment, I saw my boss Shang Feng said with a calm expression: "So, it was you who killed Team Leader Huang?"

Liu Yuan: "..." Shangfeng looked like he wasn't moved at all.

Manager Song lowered his head and said "yes".

Lin Fei said: "How did he die?"

Manager Song said: "I don't know how he knew what happened back then. Maybe the evil son who was supposed to die told Hu Caifeng. He threatened with money. I couldn't ruin the master because of my incident, so I borrowed the money. I met him and covered him to death when I asked him to check the money."

The death of Team Leader Huang has not been disclosed to the outside world, and there are always people guarding the troupe. Therefore, only the murderer can tell the death of Team Leader Huang so clearly.

"Where is Fuzi?" Liu Yuan looked at Manager Song and couldn't help but ask.

Manager Song was slightly startled when he heard this, paused, lowered his head, and said, "I killed him too."

Lin Fei said nothing, just stared at him for a moment, then turned around and left the prison. Liu Yuandong and Bai Zhu quickly followed. When they walked out of the prison and weighed the files in their hands, which were much lighter than ordinary files, Liu Yuandao said, "This case...can it be closed?"

Was this case settled so quickly?

Lin Fei, who was walking in front, stopped, turned to look at Bai Zhu and Liu Yuan behind him, and said, "Fuzi did not die at the hands of Manager Song."

After hearing this sentence, the expressions of the two people suddenly changed. When they came to their senses, Bai Zhu was shocked and said, "If he didn't kill him, why did he admit it?"

Liu Yuan then asked in surprise: "Are you trying to take the blame for the Prince of Huaishan County?"

Lin Fei shook his head and did not comment. He just paused and then said: "Fuzi's life experience has not even been mentioned to the trusted inn clerk, how can he mention it to gamblers like Team Leader Huang?"

Everyone knows how trustworthy a gambler is.

"Zuo Zuo has inspected Fuzi's body and found that he had no obvious birthmarks, moles or other easily identifiable features. Although his appearance could vaguely reveal the shadows of Manager Song and Hu Caifeng, they were not too similar to each other. . How could Hu Caifeng know that Fuzi, the opera singer above, was the child who was supposed to die?" Lin Fei said.

The insiders such as Huaishan County Prince and Song Guanshi must not want to bring up the past again and want to keep this matter in their stomachs. How did Team Leader Huang, Hu Caifeng, and even Fuzi know what happened back then?

Also, is Mrs. Zhou’s heart ailment a coincidence or something else?

If it's just a coincidence, that's fine. If it was for other reasons, why did Mrs. Zhou die? He didn't think Mrs. Zhou, the insider back then, would go out and publicize the matter just for the sake of a lucky son. If Mrs. Zhou was such a kind person who could not tolerate sand in her eyes, she would have stopped it back then. Why wait until now?

"Contact the defenders in Salt Lake City and ask the people in the military camp how they rescued the Huaishan County Prince and his family."

Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu nodded in agreement, and then saw their family members suddenly lift their feet and walk in the direction of the public chef of Dali Temple.

After reacting, the two people subconsciously glanced at the sundial in the middle of Dali Temple: It's half past the hour, so it's time to eat the evening meal. If it's too late, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it!

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By the time they arrived at the public kitchen, many colleagues had already finished their evening meal and left with their mouths shiny and satisfied.

When Liu Yuan saw this, he couldn't help but said to himself: These colleagues are really so active in eating during the evening meal. When it was Master Wen's turn to take the spoon, each one ran faster than anyone else, for fear of running away. Is it too late to eat slowly?

The ingredients in the bowls on the countertop have already been divided into plates. Liu Yuan looked at the ingredients on the plate: potatoes, lotus root slices, cabbage, lettuce, vermicelli, thinly sliced ​​pork slices, diced chicken, and minced fish. There are not many meatballs of each type, but the number is extremely rich. The total amount of each plate is not small, no less than the three or four dishes that we usually eat at dusk.

However, the color of these ingredients seemed to be raw, and except for the cabbage and other leafy vegetables, the rest seemed to have been blanched.

As I was watching it, I heard Shang Feng in front say, "I like spicy food."

Wen Mingtang nodded when he asked this question. Liu Yuan only saw her pour some vegetable oil into the pot, then add onions, ginger, garlic, chili, fennel, star anise and her jar of special sauce called bean paste. , as the oil temperature rises, an indescribable spicy aroma spreads, and the saliva in the mouth and tongue can't help but come out.

Freshly fried dishes are much more fragrant than those cooked in advance! Liu Yuan swallowed his saliva and watched Wen Mingtang pour in the ingredients, mix them with the seasonings, stir-fry briefly, then add wine, salt, and sugar to taste, and then put it out of the pot.

The various meat and vegetable ingredients are all mixed together, and the surface is coated with a rich layer of sauce and garnished with white sesame seeds. It has an inexplicable food color and beauty. The pinch of cilantro on the top is even more special for those who love cilantro. The finishing touch.

Not only the fragrance, but also the color should not be underestimated!

Just as he was waiting for Shang Feng to take away the food and take his turn, Shang Feng, who always did things simply, suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked at the row of white porcelain bowls at the edge of the countertop, which contained raisins, crushed peanuts, Snacks of honey beans, glutinous rice dumplings, and hawthorn slices, asked Wen Mingtang: "What is this?"

Only then did Wen Mingtang remember that Lin Shaoqing hadn't eaten ice powder yet, and said, "It's a snack called ice powder. I made a lot during the day, and there are some leftovers." Seeing that his eyes fell on the ice powder, he did not move away. After opening it, Wen Mingtang took the initiative to take a bowl of ice powder and handed it over.

Lin Fei took it, nodded to her, and then left.

Finally waited for him! Lin Fei had just left, and Liu Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and said to Wen Mingtang, "My portion should be less spicy!"