Facing a large table of good dishes, A-Yao is beautiful.

This good mood was not until a plate of fish dishes was served.

There is a golden fried mandarin fish lying on the black glaze plate, poured with a golden and thick sauce, it is conceivable that the method is about to be braised with soy sauce, ginger and green onions, and finally sprinkled with green onions on the surface, the visual effect is extremely attractive.

At the same time, this plate of freshly cooked fish dishes emits an indescribable and strange smell against the heat.

When it was served, A-Yao, who was caught off guard, inhaled the smell and was so tricked, she hurriedly held her breath, her face flushed, but unfortunately it was too late, and she felt that her mouth was already full of that smell.

Mo Xingle was amused by Ah Yao's reaction, he couldn't help but snort, and then laughed.

Ah Yao's glaring at him didn't stop his happiness, seeing that Ah Yao's face was sunny and cloudy again, he got serious again, and coughed lightly: "This is Fanlou's signature dish, stinky mandarin fish, don't look at it It smells strange, but it tastes delicious, and its smell is completely different." ”

The mandarin fish is just right, he poked down the spine, the chopsticks were a little harder, the soft skin with the snow-white meat separated from the fish, and picked up a large piece of fish, just from the petal-shaped fish before eating into the mouth, you can think that it must be firm meat, as if the strange smell was given to it by the chef.

"Mandarin fish tastes like this, but it's really fresh!" Mo Xingle tried to get Ah Yao to accept the dish, praising it to the sky, every bite was fresh and tender, without firepower, and the mouth was full of fragrance after the slight smell.

When Mo Xingle was eating, Ah Yao's thoughts were already far away.

Stinky mandarin fish, stinky tofu, snail noodles and other foods, they are "notorious", but they have a group of diners who like it, as long as they do not reject its taste that rejects people thousands of miles away, taste it to feel its gloomy taste, and the more you eat, the more you eat, the more you like it, even if you implicate yourself, you are also contaminated with a smell.

Mo Xingle was a little wrong, the stinky mandarin fish was not freshly fished from the river, and the people along the river who were originally rich in mandarin fish smeared salt on both sides of the mandarin fish in order to facilitate long-distance transportation, but after the transportation arrived, it still emitted a strange smell.

It is very similar to the stinky fish recorded in the Taiping Guangji, after which the chef washed it and cooked it slowly, or stewed or braised it, turning it into a miracle, turning it into a famous dish, and even becoming a city's signature.

When it is not in the middle of summer, there are people who will take the initiative to brew mandarin fish, the smell comes from the gas produced by the fermentation of food, and when cooking, with the heating of the fire, the smell volatilizes, so it smells stinky and eats fragrant.

The same goes for the transportation of anchovies.

Anchovy is delicate, can't stand the toss, and dies when it leaves the water, so the restaurants on the side of the pier are set up, and the gourmets have to taste that delicious taste thousands of miles away, and those who want to eat anchovy thousands of miles away are either like the way they cook anchovies, or, or......

Or what's it?

Ah Yao bit her chopsticks and meditated.

"A-Yao, what are you still thinking? If you don't eat it, I'll finish the food. Mo Xingle saw that her face was full of distress, and thought that she didn't know which dish to choose.

"You eat first, I'll think about it later. ”

Eating vegetables is so entangled, and girls nowadays are really difficult to understand. Mo Xingle sighed, then he was not polite to this mandarin fish.

"There is!" Ah Yao suddenly snapped down the chopsticks, "I thought of it! There is also a poisonous carrying!"

"What?"

"The anchovy dies when it comes out of the water, and transporting it becomes a big problem, either like this stinky mandarin fish, or it is transported by river chilled, day and night, and if it is transported by land, then there is another method: the anchovy is soaked in oil and frozen in a lead box. And this lead box is poisonous. A-Yao said.

"There is a word that washes out the lead, that is, the makeup powder used by your little girl also contains lead, but it seems that you are not poisoned. Mo Xingle asked.

A-Yao: "That was a long time ago, there was a period of time when rice flour was used, plus various spices, but the rice flour is easy to fall off, and now the more popular peach blossom powder is blended with mussel powder, wax fat, motherwort and other materials, as well as the pearl powder obtained by grinding pearls and the hosta flower blended hosta powder, lead powder is difficult to find in the market." Long-term use of lead powder will not be poisonous, but the skin is not much better......"

Another important point is that in the era of lead powder, life expectancy was generally short, and not many people died early due to war or disease due to lead poisoning, so it is difficult to know that it is harmful.

"Danshi alchemy will also add lead, dansha and the like, as for whether it is immortality or a life, it is up to you to see your opinions. Back to the question itself, what was the reason for the poisoning of the imperial chef, and what kind of grudge did he have against Xue Guifei, so that even if he would lose his life, he would drag the entire family into the water, and his wife and daughter would be harmed...... Blame the chef?"

Mo Xingle leaned towards the latter guess, Xue Nianzhi also had the Jingzhao Xue family behind him as support, and it was Xue Guifei who came out of the Xue family back then...... Guessing one by one, guessing alone is not enough, and relying on this direction, he can find more powerful evidence.

"You eat slowly, I remember that there is still a little step ahead, the bill has already been settled. ”

"Then I'll come with you. Ah Yao's eyes swept to the table slightly, and they were all eaten by Mo Xingle, what did she stay here to eat.

Mo Xingle was not ashamed at all, "Then I owe it again, go back and make up for it, and leave first." ”

After half a month, A-Yao didn't see Mo Xingle, but she saw the bird's nest side on vacation, she looked a lot more relaxed, and she saw the youthful and lively atmosphere of a girl in her again.

Bird's Nest came up and teased Ah Yao, saying that in addition to the one-acre and three-point land in the kitchen, she can also develop her skills in the future and give people some guidance.

It seems that Mo Xingle's progress is quite smooth. It's great to be able to help. When Ah Yao poured tea for the bird's nest, she thought with a smile.

A lot has happened in the past half a month.

Back then, the palace maids around Xue Guifei were either released or loyally followed her to pass away, but Mo Xingle inadvertently found the stable woman who delivered the baby, and determined that Xue Nianzhi was born seven months after Xue Guifei's "death". After rummaging through all kinds of information, I finally found a line of words in a record, and in this line of less than 15 words, it just proved that the anchovy sent to the palace was a lead box, and then it was to restore the drug testing process of the year and find out the reason for the toxicity detected in that year.

With these evidences, Mo Xingle applied upwards under pressure...... Of course, in the end, it still didn't pass - the imperial tomb was not something he could open if he wanted to.

Even if it can't be proved whether Xue Guifei was really buried in the imperial mausoleum, the way to detect the toxicity was found earlier, and the reason for the misjudgment has been found.

Mo Xingle still has a copy of information in his hand, but he doesn't plan to submit it, it is related to the saint's listening to the traitor's slander, and in this whole plan, the imperial chef and others were innocently affected from beginning to end.

Eighteen years later, Mochizuki regained his name and stepped into the capital with Qu Yunhe, who he thought he would never return to in his life.