Canghai looked at him and smiled slightly: "It's just that my nose is a little more sensitive." When I lowered my head to drink the soup, I smelled a scent of white sandalwood up close. At the time, I thought it was because of the wrench in my arms, but I didn't seem to smell it at other times. ”

"So you start to pay attention to what is coming from this smell. ”

Canghai nodded.

Yu Zhou said again: "Since you have already found out, why didn't you say anything?"

Canghai said: "At that time, I wasn't sure. After all, who would burn the best white sandalwood into charcoal for a cup of chicken soup and then use it to simmer the soup?" he shook his head, "I really thought it was because I touched the sandalwood wrench and touched the soup cup." ”

Yu Zhou snorted suddenly. He said solemnly: "Master, from your words, your subordinates understand at least one thing." ”

Canghai said: "What's the matter?"

Yu Zhou said: "At least you care about the blue sapphire a lot. Maybe it was just the cause of her death. But you seem to be holding the wrench that Sapphire gave you when we can't see it. ”

Canghai turned his face away and said, "How can there be such a thing." Until we didn't find the charcoal we should have in the kitchen. "His face was already red. "Steward knows that there may be people with a very keen sense of smell who will smell the surface of the soup cup, so he does not put a piece of charcoal in the kitchen, just to stifle the train of thought of those who may come to look for evidence. ”

Yu Zhou looked at his face and smiled slightly. "There wasn't even a piece of charcoal in the kitchen, let alone charcoal made of sandalwood. ”

Canghai nodded, "But because of this, the key secret of that cup of chicken soup must be sandalwood charcoal." Of course, this is because when I was investigating the case, if I came here for 'food' on weekdays, I would not dare to imagine that it was such a secret. ”

Yu Zhou said: "But on the rubbings of the shoe prints, you smell the smell of charcoal, soup, and night incense, but there is no smell of white sandalwood." ”

Canghai smiled. "Yes, that's because it's impossible to tell. As I said, the smell of chicken soup is the smell of ingredients mixed with spices and sandalwood, and when you smell it, you will only think of it as 'chicken soup', which is definitely an independent taste although it has been mixed multiple times. ”

"Hmm. Yu Zhou responded, stayed silently for a while, and suddenly said: "I understand, stewing chicken soup with white sandalwood charcoal is the same as roasting duck with fruit wood and roasting whole beef with air-dried cow dung!"

Canghai smiled and narrowed his eyes. That's what it means. ”

Yu Zhou frowned again, "But how are we going to investigate?"

Canghai shrugged his shoulders. "Now that this matter has been confirmed, it depends on what progress is made on Xiaodu's side. Standing up, "I'd better get my mind to work first." ”

Yu Zhou said: "Do you need my help?"

"No," Canghai said, "you just stay." ”

So Yu Zhou stood aside and watched. Suddenly smiled: "Aren't you afraid that I will know the secret of your cooking?"

Canghai shook his head and smiled. "There are some secrets that you don't necessarily feel even if they are in front of you. ”

Yu Zhou smiled: "For example, the fragrance of white sandalwood on the surface of the soup cup. ”

Canghai smiled: "For example, in the list of Jiang Steward Jingyuan in the last volume, there is no name of 'Weiwei'. ”

Yu Zhou's smile slowly decreased.

- (To be continued......)