Chapter 33 Lost the car

Chapter 33 Lost the car

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In the noble, heavy and huge traditional wood-burning stove, a sheep was cooking.

Comrade Jiang Fuzhen is generous by nature. When he was young, he would give half of the hare he caught to his friends. Now that he has money, it is no problem to treat people to eat sheep.

As the invitations increased, Comrade Jiang Fuzhen's sheep-cooking skills improved exceptionally, attracting more friends to share his experience. Suddenly, he entered an almost perfect positive cycle. , apart from spending money and time, almost no loopholes can be found.

As soon as Jiang Yuan entered the house, he smelled the delicious fragrance of mutton. Unlike chefs outside who pursue efficiency, Mr. Jiang, who lives at home, always has a lot of time to do various preparatory tasks, such as making blood foam. Many people are always waiting for the foam to accumulate before adding a few spoons. Knock it off, and then let a small amount of foam and mutton float.

Father Jiang did not do this. He always stayed in front of the pot and beat out the foam from the beginning, and beat out as much foam as it produced. Sometimes this process can last as long as half an hour.

This operation will not only reduce the mutton smell, but also control the degree of tenderness. After all, cooking a lamb is simpler than roasting a lamb, but it also requires considerable skills.

In a big pot that is as big as a sheep and as wide as a goose, the mutton is white with red and red with white, gently shaking and floating... Just looking at this, people don't realize that this is a serious household. kitchen.

"Toonko is back." The relatives and friends who came to rub the sheep greeted casually. Two of them brought their own dishes and seasonings, and the rest were not so particular.

"I've made a mess in your house." Some people were polite.

Jiang Yuan waved his hands naturally: "There are only two men in the house, so we can't make it more chaotic."

When he was in the village, he often ate at Baijiafan. At that time, each family not only brought things when they came to eat rabbits, but also brought things over if they had nothing to do. Often, the things given by several families would make up a meal.

Jiang Fuzhen also came out of the kitchen and took a look and said, "I'm back just in time. I'm almost ready to eat. Have you performed an anatomy today?"

"There are no corpses today," Jiang Yuandao said.

"If there's no corpse, you can eat it with your hands. Don't touch the big pot of mutton if you've dissected someone. Remember to wash your hands whether you've dissected someone or not." Jiang Fuzhen drew a line for Jiang Yuan, and after a while, he A large basin of mutton was brought out.

Jiang Yuan was sitting among the crowd, holding chopsticks and eager to try.

"You can eat the ribs first." Jiang Fuzhen said cheerfully: "We have a 32-pound Jie Yang today. I guess the short ribs here are more delicious."

Jiang Fuzhen made two empty strokes with his hand in the air, and when his elbows were retracted, all the short ribs were placed on his own plate.

Jiang Yuan took the plate and sprinkled it with salt and pepper. The dots of white and black salt grains were called salt and pepper. When they were sprinkled on the mutton, the umami taste seemed to be enhanced.

The mutton is tender but not soft, chewy but not tough. When you take the first bite, the umami taste goes straight to your nose, and the satisfying feeling of fat goes straight to your forehead.

"Uncle Jiang's mutton is better. It's not smelly at all. It's fragrant." He politely took the time to comment in his busy schedule.

The rest of the people were eating first with their heads down and humming.

Jiang Fuzhen only laughed in the kitchen, tossing the remaining mutton.

As he got older, he stopped eating meat after only two pieces, especially mutton, which was fat and greasy. If he ate it for two days, his stomach would be intolerable. But he still likes to make it and likes to watch his son eating with the villagers. This was a dream he had had since he was a boy, a happiness he only dared to exist in his imagination.

Jiang Yuan is completely different. He is only 22 years old this year. He has a job that requires both mental and physical strength. This is when he can eat. Regardless of whether it’s beef, sheep, pig or chicken, as long as it’s delicious, everyone is welcome. Even if it's not delicious, I can still eat until I'm 70% full before stopping to comment.

Everyone chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

In terms of familiarity, those here today are all relatives and neighbors who have known each other for at least ten or twenty years. Perhaps because they were too familiar, the topic quickly turned to the latest news - forensic doctor Jiang Yuan.

"Jiang Yuan, you are a policeman now. How many cases have you solved?" Aunt Hua didn't eat much, and was more interested in chatting.

Jiang Yuan laughed twice and said, "I am a forensic doctor and have only participated in a few cases."

"What case?" Aunt Hua asked immediately, standing up and scooping a bowl of soup.

Jiang Yuandao: "We can't talk about the case."

"The police have requirements." A young man next to him explained clearly.

Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement and said, "The contents of the case must be kept confidential."

"By the way, Yuanzi is a policeman, please help me." Uncle Thirteen, who had eaten several pieces of mutton, raised his head, drank two sips of soup, breathed comfortably, and said, "I have an electric car. It’s been lost for half a year, and I haven’t found it again even after calling the police. Can you help me find it?”

People in Jiangcun have become rich since the demolition, and many families have bought cars. However, given the road conditions and distances in the county, many people are more willing to ride electric bikes for daily travel. Including Jiang Yuan, everyone rides an electric bike to work.

And electric vehicle theft cases... have always been frequent and the detection rate is extremely low.

Jiang Yuan put down the mutton and said: "Uncle Thirteen, the police and the police are responsible for different things. Cases of theft of electric vehicles are generally under the jurisdiction of the police station."

"Those are all colleagues."

"I can ask for help." Jiang Yuan thought, if he asked his master Wu Jun for help, he might be able to say hello to the police station. After all, any abnormal death within the jurisdiction will require the dispatch of forensic doctors, and Wu Jun always knows a lot of people.

Uncle Thirteen frowned and said: "It doesn't matter if you ask or not, I just want my electric bike. Yashita's was more than five thousand. I chose a good one at that time, but lost it after riding it for a short time. Your aunt complained to death. Me."

Jiang Yuan was helpless: "You don't have to be a police officer to help people find things. The electric car case is a more complicated case among the theft cases."

"I guess they are the rag collectors who come here all the time. Why don't you help me check on these people?" Uncle Thirteen twitched his eyebrows and said flexibly: "The property management department records names and stuff, I asked. one time……"

Jiang Yuan was already agitated when he heard that he was going to investigate people. Now, it is not a violation of discipline to investigate people, it is directly illegal. He quickly stopped Uncle Thirteen: "Don't... don't be anxious, I'll ask for you."

Let's not talk about whether we can find the electric car or not. Helping to check people is taboo. Jiang Yuan, who is still a newcomer, doesn't want the topic to advance to this level.

Jiang Yongxin, who runs a car wash shop downstairs, ate meat and raised his hands: "Count me in. I lost two cars."

"Does the one I lost the year before last count? I also lost one the year before last." Aunt Hua didn't let go of the excitement at all.