Duanmo ate a strawberry and looked at the man's orderly figure, which made him feel like he was in another world. It seemed that he had returned to Dongshan Town many years ago.
Xu Huaizheng has been able to cook since he was a child. After all, he is a child of a single-parent family. His mother has never been in good health, and he is a sensible child. He started helping his mother with housework when he was seven or eight years old.
When I was a kid, Duan Mo went to his house and saw him cooking more than once. The young boy didn't know how to do anything, at most he could cook a bowl of noodles or stir-fry some simple vegetables.
But no matter what he does, he is very serious and careful. Just like now, his thin lips are pursed slightly, and his expression is serious and focused. Even if he is cutting a potato, he is meticulous.
With the clatter of the knife and the chopping board, the potato shreds of even thickness were quickly and neatly piled up into a hill.
The cut potato shreds were put into a basin filled with cold water, and the thin shreds looked crystal clear under the light.
From this angle at Duan Mo, you can see the hand holding the knife. The joints are clear and the blood vessels on the back of the hand are clearly visible, giving a strong sense of strength.
This reminded her of Lu Wuchuan. He was very good at chopping leeks. What did he say that time? He didn't know how to cook. It was his first time cutting vegetables. He was just good at using a knife. Now think about it, this man sometimes
Pretty skinny.
Xu Huaizheng put the basin soaked in shredded potatoes next to him, and when he turned around, he saw Duanmo's eyes were empty and there was a smile on his lips.
He raised his hand and waved it in front of her: "What are you thinking about?"
Duanmo was startled by him and blinked: "No...I didn't think about anything."
"My soul is wandering to heaven." Xu Huaizheng chuckled, took the oil pot and poured oil into the wok.
Duanmo held his chin with one hand: "Brother Huai Zheng, do you usually cook by yourself?"
"I used to do it a few years ago, but now I don't have much free time."
When the oil was hot, Xu Huaizheng began to stir-fry. The sound of sizzling oil, the clanking of spatulas, and the sound of the range hood working were intertwined. The two of them stopped talking.
In less than an hour, four dishes and one soup were placed on the table one after another.
Xu Huaizheng picked up a piece of sweet and sour dragon fish and put it into the bowl at the end of the day: "How does it taste?"
"Yeah, it's delicious!" Duanmo likes to eat seafood and fish. His favorite food since he was a child is the sweet and sour fish cubes made by his grandmother. Especially the longli fish, which has no bones and the soup is easy to taste. Take a bite and it will be sour and sweet.
, very appetizing.
"Try something else." Xu Huaizheng didn't move his chopsticks, but kept picking up the dishes.
"I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good now!" Duanmo admired sincerely, "Brother Huai Zheng, you can eat too."
The corners of Xu Huaizheng's lips raised: "Just eat it if you like, I will make it for you in the future."
Duanmo swallowed what was in his mouth and waved his hand: "It's good to have a meal once in a while, but I don't dare to bother the young master of the Xu family all the time."
"Xiao Mo, no matter what my status is outside, in front of you, I will always be your brother Huaizheng." Xu Huaizheng said very seriously.
The root of Duanmo's nose was a little sore, and she nodded vigorously: "I know."
Xu Huaizheng saw the red eyes at the corners of her eyes and rubbed the top of her head across the dining table. Before he could speak, the cell phone that was placed on the coffee table rang. He stood up and went to get it, his eyes swept across the screen, his brows barely visible.
The ground wrinkled.
The messages went back and forth and lasted for several minutes, with no intention of ending.
Xu Huaizheng tapped the table with one finger: "Eat quickly, the food will be cold in a while."
Duanmo responded, typed a few more words, and then put the phone on the dining table, seemingly ending the chat.
After finishing the meal and cleaning up the kitchen, Xu Huaizheng said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he gave a few more instructions. They were just to take care of yourself and call if you have anything.
Duanmo said flatly: "I know, I'm not a child."
Xu Huaizheng's eyes were full of smiles: "Okay, I'm leaving so that you don't bother me."
After closing the door and curling her lips, after meeting again in Liancheng, she felt that Xu Huaizheng was less sinister than he was in his youth and more cheerful and casual. She was very willing to see this change in him, because he was her
As a relative who transcends blood relations, she hopes that he can live a relaxed life instead of always being shrouded in the shadow of his childhood.
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Luo Genfa entered the interrogation room again, his face was calm, and his eyes seemed to have seen through the world without any emotion.
Jiang Muyang followed the normal interrogation procedures and asked and recorded basic information. Luo Genfa also answered questions and answers. Although his tone was slack, he was still cooperative.
Yan Yishuai coughed twice and cleared his throat: "Luo Genfa, your son has already explained everything. Now there are a few details that need to be checked with you."
After hearing this, Luo Genfa's expression did not change much: "Since you all know it, why are you still asking me? Aren't you saying that you can be convicted with zero confession? That's it."
"As expected of someone who has been a village cadre, he knows a lot." Yan Yishuai sneered, "Oh, by the way, there is something I forgot to tell you. The excavation of the ancient tombs in Tianjian Mountain went very smoothly. That team leader
Professor Qi said that the tomb is well preserved and the cultural relics inside are of high historical value. After the excavation work is completed, a museum will be built there for people to visit."
Luo Genfa's drooped eyelids suddenly raised, his gaze filled with scrutiny, as if he was judging whether what Yan Yishuai said was true or false.
His reaction was completely expected. Yan Yishuai babbled at the display on the wall: "If you don't believe me, see for yourself."
An image of the excavation site of the Tianjian Mountain Ancient Tomb appeared on the display screen. The look of the excavation that was shallow just a month ago has completely changed.
The complete tomb passage has been cleared, and someone is transporting something out. Because the package is too tight, it is impossible to tell what it is, but it is definitely from the tomb.
Logan's breathing became heavy, and his hands cuffed to the fender of the interrogation chair clenched into fists.
The scene suddenly stopped, Yan Yishuai looked at him and said: "Lao Luo, actually you should feel lucky."
Logan stared at the man in police uniform across from him in confusion: "Officer Yan, there is no need to make sarcastic remarks. The matter is over. I accept my defeat. I will kill you or cut you into pieces as you please."
Yan Yishuai chuckled: "You think we are storytellers? We do the same thing."
He stood up and directly pulled the chair over, and sat down on the opposite side of the interrogation chair. He rested his elbows on his legs and leaned forward slightly: "Lao Luo, have you ever thought about how you can't hold back in this life?"
Frustrated?"
"Not only you, but also your son. If this tomb is not dug up, your grandson and great-grandson will be like you. Isn't it interesting?"
"Actually, you should think about it from another angle. Why has your family protected that tomb for generations? Isn't it just to preserve it intact? Although the tomb has been dug up, everything, including the coffin of the tomb owner, will be destroyed.
They have been well settled. Moreover, no one will dare to make any mistakes in the future. Do you think this is a good thing?"