In the evening, the coolies came back in twos and threes. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

There are people pulling foreign cars, people carrying big bags on the dock, wearing coarse cloth coats and coming back with open arms, and for a time the adults in the alley shouted and the children screamed, and the fragrance of buns spread in the alley. People from other places came to buy steamed buns, shouting: "Lao Meng, the steamed buns from the past few days were not as delicious as they used to be, don't be lazy, everyone is an old customer who has eaten your steamed buns for many years, but you can't do this." ”

Lao Meng lifted the lid of the steamer, the aroma came to his nose, and an old customer smiled: "Who said that the taste of Lao Meng's steamed buns has changed, oops, this is the taste!" ”

Lao Meng thought to himself, of course, the stuffing mixed with the bone broth could not be compared with adding a lot of oil, but it still tasted more oily.

The woman's body was fat and white, and when she was refining oil, she produced a lot of oil, and the oil residue could still be used to make stuffing, and the bones were boiled into soup and mixed with stuffing, which was really not wasted at all. Because of the shortage a few days ago, the taste of the buns was a little bland, and the oil was refined last night, and the bone marrow was also enough, so Lao Meng put more oil, and sure enough, the strange and attractive fragrance came again.

There was a primary school teacher in the alley next door who came to buy steamed buns every few days, and when he heard the guests gossiping, he smiled and said: "Lao Meng, the taste of your steamed bun filling is always different from other people's, not like pork." ”..

Lao Meng pouted: "It's delicious, I have pork and beef with a mixture, a unique secret recipe, you can look for it in the whole city, and you can't make my taste." ”

The instructor's surname Lu nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Lao Meng's skill in adjusting the stuffing is really impossible to find a second one in Shanghai." Someone next to him asked: "Hey, Lao Meng, you don't plan to accept an apprentice, you don't have a wife and children, this ancestral craft has to be inherited, or you won't be able to do it in the future, where will we eat such delicious buns?" ”

Lao Meng said with a smile: "I've been thinking about this thing and always can't meet the right one, everyone will help me take a look, and I always have to find someone who is smart and comfortable to look at." ”

Instructor Lu felt strange: "Old Meng, how can you call it comfortable to look at, you are looking for an apprentice and not a wife." ”

Lao Meng vented well last night, his heart was very comfortable, and he talked more: "This apprentice is like making buns, they all say that the buns are delicious and not in the folds, but our ancestral craftsmanship also has to wrap this bun well-looking and pinch the folds evenly, so my apprentice of Lao Meng is not tall, short, fat, thin, fat and even......" He swallowed the words that tasted good and chewy.

The people who bought the buns laughed, pointed at Lao Meng and said: "This is called a crazy demon, we can understand why Lao Meng beats a single, you don't like men, you are not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, fat and even." ”

Instructor Lu also couldn't straighten up with a smile: "What kind of standard is this, do you choose pork or people?" ”

Everyone laughed happily, some people bought buns and ate them directly, took a bite, the special aroma came to the face, a bag of meat was eaten, and the oil flowed down the chin.

The man gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's still our Lao Meng who is the most loyal and honest, who is willing to put so much oil in the buns." ”

Lao Meng smiled, very honest.

Teacher Lu is in his twenties, and he is not married, so he rents a house in the alley next door, and buys three meals a day and eats casually. He is a teacher, wearing a tunic suit, a pen pinned to his pocket, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, more than 1.7 meters, he was still a sportsman when he was studying, he won a prize in high jump, the whole person looks even, and his figure is also first-class. He walked towards the alley with three buns in an old newspaper, Lao Meng's eyes turned on him, showing a greedy look: not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, this is really a good body, but also with fine skin and tender meat, the adjusted stuffing must be better than Da Linzi, Da Linzi's tendon meat is still very good, but the meat is a little thicker, how can there be this humanistic and literary atmosphere...... I still haven't tasted anything like a reader.

Instructor Lu bought steamed buns to make dinner, but soon after he walked out of the alley, he met An Xiaowu patrolling the street. Xiao Wu has been working hard recently, studying in a night school, Instructor Lu happened to teach him, Xiao Wu thought that pleasing the instructor exam could be accommodating, so he pulled Instructor Lu to eat scallion oil noodles.

Scallion oil noodles are made with boiled scallion oil and boiled sea rice, mixed with cooked noodles. The noodles are tough and smooth, the sea rice is soft and delicious, the scallion oil is fragrant, and with a bowl of broth, of course, it is much more comfortable than eating steamed buns at home alone. The two of them are of the same age and can talk quite well, chatting while eating, Xiao Wu saw that his old newspaper was wrapped in things, and there were oil stains and smiled: "It seems that Instructor Lu is also a person who eats enough and the whole family is not hungry, this is planning to go home and eat steamed buns later." "Hey, don't say it, this Meng family's bun can be regarded as the only one in Shanghai." Instructor Lu gave a thumbs up.

"Steamed buns, how delicious they are."

Xiao Wu felt that Instructor Lu was really exaggerating.

Instructor Lu saw that Xiao Wu didn't believe it, so he opened the paper bag, and sat in the noodle shop for a long time along the way, the bun was already cold, and Instructor Lu held the bun in his hand: "Smell this smell, it's so fragrant when it's cold." As he spoke, he broke open the bun and showed it to Xiao Wu, "Look at how sincere this material is, a bag of meat, whose bun is willing to put things like this." ”

"Hey, why is this oil yellow?"

Xiao Wu asked, pointing to the oil at the bottom of the bun. The buns were cold, and the bag of oil was solidified on the ground, a yellow layer.

"Oily, what's wrong?"

Instructor Lu was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Xiao Wu meant.

Xiao Wu frowned slightly and asked, "What kind of meat is this bun, do you know?" ”

"Lao Meng said that it was pork mixed with some beef, and the ancestral recipe seasoning was mixed with other people, and he was willing to put meat."

"But the lard and the butter are white, but the oil is yellow."

Instructor Lu thought for a while and said: "Well, that's the case, I used to buy steamed buns while they were hot, and I really didn't pay attention to the oil. ”

Xiao Wu couldn't help but shake his head: "No, no, no matter how much oil you put in, it is also the oil in pork and beef, it can't be yellow." ”

"I see, it's chicken fat, chicken fat is yellow!"

Teacher Lu thought of watching the chickens killed at home when he was in the countryside, and the oil in the chicken bore was not yellow.

Xiao Wu's brows kept furrowing, and he looked at Instructor Lu and sighed and said, "Let's eat first, let's talk about it after eating." ”

Instructor Lu didn't know what Xiao Wu meant, but seeing that his face was solemn, he didn't continue to ask, and buried his head in eating noodles.

After the two of them finished eating noodles and drinking soup, Xiao Wu paid the bill, picked up the steamed bun and said, "Instructor Lu, give me this broken steamed bun, I'll take it back to the forensic doctor." ”

Instructor Lu chuckled in his heart: "Show the forensic doctor, what do you mean by this?" ”

"The chicken fat is yellow, but I don't smell any chicken." Xiao Wu looked around, lowered his voice and said, "I didn't say anything about the meal just now, but in fact, human oil is also yellow." ”

"Human oil?"

"Yes, I have seen a forensic autopsy on the oil made from human fat, and the fat layer is yellow."

Instructor Lu retched for a while: "Officer An, you are really ......"

What the hell, he didn't say. This matter took root in his heart, and until the next day, he tortured Instructor Lu to the point that he could not sleep well. There was no class that night, and he was pacing around the house, thinking to himself that Officer An didn't have a letter on his side, so why don't I go and see what is going on in Lao Meng's shop.