Zhang Yiwei made dumplings, poured one by one, and couldn't stand up, so Zhao Xiaoyang said: "It's ugly, you eat it yourself." ”

Zhang Yiwei said: "I eat it myself, and I put two more shrimps in it." ”

Wang Xiaoming said: "You can't put more, it will break." Before the words fell, Zhang Yiwei broke a dumpling skin.

Zhao Xiaoyang said: "Greedy and chewy, pig!"

Zhang Yiwei said: "I'll eat it myself, Master will roll out a big dumpling skin for me, and I'll wrap this broken one in." ”

Yang Ming glanced at him, but he didn't refuse, and really rolled out a big dumpling skin for him. Zhang Yiwei was flattered: "Thank you, Master, long live Master!"

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Yang Ming, and then smiled.

Wang Bing also stands on the stool to make dumplings, he also likes to eat shrimp dumplings, they are good-looking, delicious and fun, making dumplings feels like a game. However, he didn't wrap it at all, because he couldn't control the strength of his hand, and he squeezed the skin after a while, but the dumplings didn't come out, and the skin was broken several times.

Zhang Yiwei said to him: "Ah Bing, you go out quickly, the master will scold you in a while." ”

Wang Bing snorted: "Master won't scold me, he scolds you, giggle." ”

Yang Ming has always been tolerant of Wang Bing, and said to Zhang Yiwei: "Ah Bing's level is about to catch up with you now, and when you are your age, you will be out of reach." ”

Zhang Yiwei clenched his fists: "Master, don't look down on people too much, I must be a top celebrity chef, you wait and see." ”

Yang Ming didn't look at him either: "Then I'll wait." "Zhang Yiwei, this kid is very smart, but he is impetuous, not as calm as Zhao Xiaoyang, and he still needs to be sharpened to become a tool.

A variety of shrimp dumplings are stacked in the steamer, full and beautiful, it is Wang Xiaoming's masterpiece, the appearance is ordinary, it is wrapped by Zhao Xiaoyang, the soft lying on the stomach can't stand up, it is Zhang Yiwei's, and there is a ball of unformed I don't know whether it is a skin wrapping or stuffing wrapping must be from the hands of the "future chef" Wang Bing. There are so many dumplings, Yang Ming didn't make any of them, of course, the essence of dumplings - the dumpling filling was mixed by him, and all the dumplings came from his hands.

The upper drawer is steamed for no more than eight minutes, the dumplings are out of the pot, the white and fat crystal shrimp dumplings exude an attractive luster, the red shrimp inside are faintly visible, hooking people's drool, gently bite the dumpling skin, the sweet taste of the filling is fresh and delicious spread on the tip of the tongue, saliva immediately fills the mouth, everyone can't care about the hot, swallow a few in one go, only have time to slowly taste the deliciousness of the shrimp dumplings.

It is rare to eat shrimp dumplings in the morning to make breakfast like this, because the cost of shrimp dumplings is high, and you can't only eat this.

Yang Ming was eating dumplings, his mobile phone rang, it was Zhong Yanhong calling, he picked it up, and the other party said: "Hey, I just saw Weibo, saying that your family has imported seafood, leave me one." Boss Zhong's voice was full of tiredness, and he didn't seem to be asleep yet.

Yang Ming put down his chopsticks: "Okay." Come over as soon as possible. ”

Zhong Yanhong yawned: "I'll come at night when I wake up." Anyway, I'm hanging, I haven't slept until last night. "His life is a bit upside down, on the one hand, it is due to work needs, and on the other hand, it is probably also a matter of living habits.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Ming and put down the phone: "Boss Zhong called?" Yang Ming's mobile phone, it is estimated that only two people can call, one is himself, and the other is Zhong Yanhong, I don't know why, Zhong Yanhong's relationship with Yang Ming is better than his own, why do they talk more?

Yang Ming nodded and did not speak.

Wang Xiaoming put down his chopsticks: "I'm full." You're busy, I'll go to the police station and send my mobile phone. Wang Xiaoming was worried about Huang Jiangong, he packed a shrimp dumpling, took Sun Lei's mobile phone and Yang Ming's recording, and ran to the police station.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Liu Hao's tired face, and felt a little sorry: "Just leave this matter to your colleagues, you can sleep with yours." By the way, I brought you a shrimp dumpling for a snack. ”

Liu Hao wiped his face: "Thank you." I greeted him and said that you came to wake me up, and I was mainly responsible for this. ”

Wang Xiaoming took out the recording and listened to him: "Is this useful?"

Liu Hao said: "It's a little useful. But in this recording, at most, it can be heard that the surnamed Huang and Sun Lei colluded, and it is not certain that the surnamed Huang instructed Sun Lei to set fire. ”

"Have you found someone surnamed Huang?" asked Wang Xiaoming.

Liu Hao said: "I have already looked for it, and he refused to admit his guilt, and he put the responsibility on Sun Lei." ”

Wang Xiaoming said: "Then Sun Lei is a dead man, can't he say it?"

Liu Hao sighed helplessly: "What Sun Lei said is only one side, and there is no conclusive evidence to prove that the surname Huang asked him to set the fire." The one surnamed Huang has already gone back, and the person who is called Fang above. ”

"That's it?" Wang Xiaoming said indignantly.

Liu Hao said: "With this recording, you can know that he is related to Sun Lei's fraud of liquidated damages. I don't think it will be of much use, because the recording cannot be used as evidence, and even if he is sentenced, I think it will only be a suspended sentence at most. ”

Wang Xiaoming sneered helplessly: "Can money make ghosts grind?"

Liu Hao patted him on the shoulder helplessly: "But after this time, I estimate that he will restrain for a while." You should also be more mindful in the future. Don't worry, I'll help you look it down, and I'll arrest him as soon as I have evidence. ”

Wang Xiaoming knew that there was not much progress in this matter, the surname Huang was originally a local snake, and it was not easy to bring him down, unless he was caught killing people and setting fires.

Wang Xiaoming went back to the store listlessly, and was pulled back to reality by the phone calls for ordering and consulting along the way, and as soon as the Weibo in the morning was sent out, there were many people who followed the post, some shouted that they had a good mouth, and they would come to eat immediately, and some were still waiting, asking about the price and how to sell.

Wang Xiaoming cheered up and went back to the store to help, he only saw king crab this time, it was really a big guy, usually five or six pounds in weight, and three or four pounds in small ones. The goods they bought were chilled crabs, which amounted to dozens of yuan a catty, and if it was a fresh crab, it would cost two or three hundred yuan a catty, and a crab would cost one or two thousand yuan. King crab is not easy to keep fresh, it will die one day out of the water, transported from Alaska to China, it has long been dead, for storage, it is generally frozen immediately after catching, so the domestic consumption is usually chilled crab.

A large king crab, processed out, will be sold for thousands of yuan, if it is not a banquet, ordinary people will not be able to eat one, so it is normal for diners to wait and see.