The first thing to get caught in is naturally the chicken covered in sesame seeds. The chicken is small and fried twice at high temperatures, resulting in an extremely crispy surface. When you bite into the crispy skin, the chicken inside is locked in with oil. Because the chicken is not large, it can be put into the mouth in one bite, and when chewed, the crispy texture of the skin dominates, and because of the chicken locked in the juice inside, the two tastes are fused with each other to form a very unique, with a little elasticity and tenacity.

This peculiar taste made Rao is A Bing, Tangyuan and Ji Caimai, who had tasted all kinds of delicacies made by Wen Mingtang for more than half a year, all a little unstoppable.

The spicy taste that is more spicy than the so-called "spicy dishes" in Su Ri makes the tongues of the three people who have only adapted to the spicy taste of the past a little hot, and the bottom of the tongue can instinctively produce more fluid to deal with this spicier spiciness. While "hissing" inhaling and feeling the spicy feeling of this "enthusiasm", I can't stop wanting to refuse the fragrant and crispy taste that comes with this spiciness.

The spicy feeling is hard to resist, the liquid at the bottom of the tongue is not enough, and the rice in the bowl is made up, and the oily, chewy chicken nuggets are wrapped in the rice, and a large mouthful of rice is immediately solved after one bite.

After only a few pieces of chicken in the stomach, there was only a small half of rice left in the bowl, Ji Caimai couldn't help but sigh when he looked at it: "It looks like it's another meal!" ”

"It's good to use it for wine, and it's good to be a snack!" Wen Mingtang smiled and put a quick spicy chicken into his mouth again, chewed it carefully, and tasted the spicy aroma and unique taste of the chicken.

Seeing Wen Mingtang eating this spicy chicken noodle without changing color, Ah Bingtong, who had rice in his mouth, looked envious: they also wanted to eat so freely, but their tongues couldn't accept such a spicy "enthusiasm".

In the entire Dali Temple, I am afraid that only Lin Shaoqing and Master Wen can take this thing as a snack.

The same plate of spicy chicken was eaten together with two large bowls of rice, and after eating, Ah Bing burped with the rice balls, touched his stomach, and turned his head to look at the sky outside the kitchen: it was less than half an hour before lunch, and I don't know how the group of officials in Dali Temple would harvest today.

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Although Steward Mao is only a housekeeper of the internal affairs yamen, his family is not the "old Chang'an" like the old city order in the past, and he has the ancestral inheritance. I heard that he was a teenager who came to Chang'an to beg for a living, without any background and backing, now around forty, more than 20 years have passed, and it is very "outstanding" to work hard to create a "huge family business".

Although the house where the Mao steward lives is not the most rich, it seems that the surrounding neighbors who travel in horse-drawn carriages are all famous merchants, and the family also uses a dozen or so handymen, maids, servants or something, although they have not married a wife and have children, but the life is very comfortable, the food comes to open the mouth, the clothes come to stretch out the hand, and the skin and tender meat are raised.

When I walked into the house, I saw the hairy steward lying upright on the ground at a glance. Looking down at this somewhat rich and extremely "golden" nobleman, the face of the fat was blue and purple, and the two clear strangulation marks on the neck were visible at a glance.

One was left hanging from the beams, and the other was left when he strangled the hairy steward.

Whether it was suicide or homicide, it is clear at a glance.

Wu Bucai, who came over, had already finished the autopsy, pointed to the strangulation marks on his neck, walked over and said to Lin Fei: "Oh, I don't need to say more when I see this!" ”

"He killed, and then fell in the middle of the night." Wu Bucai summed up two sentences succinctly, "The concealment method is extremely perfunctory, and I don't really want to hide it completely, but it's just a show!" ”

When Lin Fei heard this, he nodded, looked at Wu Bucai, and said, "But there is anything else?" ”

Wu Bucai let out a "hmm" and said, "I didn't find any traces of struggle on my body." ”

Lin Fei was stunned when he heard this, and looked back at Wu Bucai.

Wu Bucai raised his two hands, gestured at his wrists, and said, "There is no rope restraint injury, and there is no struggle injury on the hand that is grasped indiscriminately, and there is no sweat medicine in the mouth and nose......

In this way, there is only one possibility: the steward surnamed Mao is sober and willing to be strangled to death.

"Last night was fine," Wu Bucai said this, looked at the few servants who were being questioned by the servants outside, and said, "The surname Mao lived a very particular life, he didn't get tired of eating, he didn't get tired of being fine, he didn't get tired of eating fine, and the daily morning food was set one day in advance, and last night he set a set of eight pieces." ”

Lin Fei, who was listening to Wu Bucai's words, couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, twisted his eyebrows, and looked at Wu Bucai: "What is the set of eight?" ”

It was the first time he had heard of such a meal.

came early, not only after the autopsy, but also listened to the officer's questioning, Wu Bucai answered this question on his behalf.

"It's the dynasty food set by the surname Mao, the court food with a total of eight dishes, all kinds of exquisite side dishes......" Wu Bucai said this, and couldn't help but shake his head, "The saint is thrifty, and the imperial dining room only prepares eight kinds of side dishes, he is very powerful, and the rules of this day behind closed doors are almost on par with the saint." ”

Lin Fei's eyebrows tightened more and more, and when Wu Bucai's voice fell, he immediately said: "He has no other business except for the internal affairs yamen?" ”

"The shop was bought and rented out, and he was only responsible for collecting the rent himself, and he didn't hear anything else." Speaking of this, Wu Bucai paused, and hurriedly said to Lin Fei, "These are all from those servants. ”

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"Then he's amazing!" Lin Fei said, his eyes swept to the expensive flowers and trees planted in the corner of the yard, and turned his head and asked Wu Bucai again, "He is a foreigner who came to Chang'an to beg for a living, how did he enter the internal affairs yamen?" ”

"It's not very clear," Wu Bucai shook his head, spread his hands to show that he had only heard so much, paused, and said, "The servant is just a servant, and it is estimated that the doorway inside will not be too clear." ”

This steward surnamed Mao obviously does not follow the right path, and the "business" of how to enter the first pot of gold of such people is often the beginning of his failure to follow the right path, and he will not be outside.

Liu Yuantong also finished asking the servants below, walked over, and after giving a salute, he said: "Lin Shaoqing, this surnamed Mao has lived an extremely luxurious life in the past days, don't say that a normal manager of the internal affairs yamen, even if dozens of such internal affairs yamen managers are combined, they can't live such a life." ”

Speaking of this, Liu Yuan shook his head and said, "He doesn't live on moonshine!" ”

Isn't that nonsense? Wu Bucai on the side glanced at Liu Yuan when he heard this: As long as you have long eyes, you know that this surnamed Mao will not live on the moon.

The key is where the money comes from.

That's where the headache lies. Liu Yuan, who came back after asking around, did not look very good, and looked at Lin Fei's gaze, but he still said: "The servants below have not seen where he will go to get money every day...... It's like something out of thin air! ”