In the noble, heavy and huge traditional wood-burning stove, a sheep was cooking.
Comrade Jiang Fuzhen is generous by nature. When he was young, he would give half of the hare he caught to his friends. Now that he has money, it is no problem to treat people to eat sheep.
As the invitations increased, Comrade Jiang Fuzhen's sheep-cooking skills improved exceptionally, attracting more friends to share his experience. Suddenly, he entered an almost perfect positive cycle.
, apart from spending money and time, almost no loopholes can be found.
As soon as Jiang Yuan entered the house, he smelled the delicious aroma of mutton. Unlike the efficiency-seeking chefs outside, Mr. Jiang who stayed at home always had a lot of time to do various preparatory tasks, such as blood foaming, many
People always wait for the foam to accumulate, then knock it off with a few spoons, and then let a small amount of foam and mutton float.
Jiang's father did not do this. He always stayed in front of the pot and beat out as much foam as possible from the beginning. Sometimes, this process would last as long as half an hour.
This operation will not only reduce the mutton smell, but also control the degree of tenderness. After all, although cooking a lamb is simpler than roasting a lamb, it also requires considerable skills.
In a large pot that is as big as a sheep and as wide as a goose, the mutton is white with red and red with white, gently shaking and floating... Just looking at this, people don't realize that this is a serious household.
kitchen.
"Toonko is back." The relatives and friends who came over to rub the sheep said hello casually. Two of them brought their own bowls, chopsticks and seasonings, while the rest were not so particular.
"I've made a mess in your house." Some people also said a few words of politeness.
Jiang Yuan waved his hands naturally: "There are only two men in the house, so we can't make it more chaotic."
When he was in the village, he often ate at Baijiafan. At that time, each family not only brought things when they came to eat rabbits, but also brought things over if they had nothing to do. Often, the things given by several families would make up a meal.
Jiang Fuzhen also came out of the kitchen to take a look and said, "I'm back just in time. I'm almost ready to eat. Have you performed an anatomy today?"
"There are no corpses today," Jiang Yuandao said.
"If there is no body, you can eat it with your hands. If you have dissected someone, don't touch the big pot of mutton. Whether you have dissected someone or not, remember to wash your hands." Jiang Fuzhen drew a line for Jiang Yuan, and after a while, he
A large basin of mutton was brought out.
Jiang Yuan was sitting among the crowd, holding chopsticks and eager to try.
"You can eat the ribs first." Jiang Fuzhen said cheerfully: "We have a 32-pound Jie Yang today. I guess the short ribs here are more delicious."
Jiang Fuzhen made two empty strokes with his hand in the air, and when his elbows were retracted, all the short ribs were on his own plate.
Jiang Yuan took the plate and sprinkled it with salt and pepper. Dots of white and black salt grains were called salt and pepper. When they were sprinkled on the mutton, the umami taste seemed to be enhanced.
The mutton is tender but not soft, chewy but not tough. When you take the first bite, the umami taste goes straight to your nose, and the satisfying feeling of fat goes straight to your forehead.
"Uncle Jiang's mutton is better. It's not smelly at all. It's fragrant." He politely took the time to comment in his busy schedule.
The rest of the people were eating first with their heads down and humming.
Jiang Fuzhen only laughed in the kitchen, tossing the remaining mutton.
As he got older, he stopped eating meat after only two pieces, especially mutton, which was fat and greasy. If he ate it for two days, his stomach would be intolerable. But he still liked to cook it and watch his son eating with the villagers.
.This is a dream he had when he was a boy, a happiness he only dares to exist in his imagination.
Jiang Yuan is completely different. He is only 22 years old this year, and it is a job that requires both mental and physical strength. It is the time when he can eat. Regardless of whether it is beef, sheep, pigs or chicken, as long as it is delicious, everyone will be welcome.
Even if it doesn't taste good, I can still eat until I'm 70% full before stopping to use chopsticks to comment.
Everyone chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
In terms of familiarity, the people here today are all relatives and neighbors who have known each other for at least ten or twenty years. Perhaps because they were so familiar, the topic quickly turned to the latest news - forensic doctor Jiang Yuan.
"Jiang Yuan, you are a policeman now. How many cases have you solved?" Aunt Hua didn't eat much, so she was more interested in chatting.
Jiang Yuan laughed twice and said: "I am a forensic doctor and have only participated in a few cases."
"What case?" Aunt Hua asked immediately, standing up and scooping a bowl of soup.
Jiang Yuandao: "We can't talk about the case."
"The police have requirements." There was a young man next to him who explained clearly.
Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement and said: "The contents of the case must be kept confidential."
"By the way, Yuanzi is a policeman, please help me." Uncle Thirteen, who had eaten several pieces of mutton, raised his head, took two sips of soup, breathed comfortably, and said, "I have an electric car.
It’s been lost for half a year, and I haven’t found it again even after calling the police. Can you help me find it?”
People in Jiangcun have become rich since the demolition, and many families have bought cars. However, due to the road conditions and distances in the county, many people are more willing to ride electric bikes for daily travel. Jiang Yuan, included, also rides electric bikes to work.
.
And electric vehicle theft cases... have always been frequent and the detection rate is extremely low.
Jiang Yuan put down the mutton and said: "Uncle Thirteen, the police and the police are responsible for different things. Cases of theft of electric vehicles are generally under the jurisdiction of the police station."
"Those are all colleagues."
"I can ask for help." Jiang Yuan thought, if he asked his master Wu Jun for help, he might be able to say hello to the police station. After all, any abnormal death in the jurisdiction requires the dispatch of forensic doctors. People Wu Jun knows
After all, it's quite a lot.
Uncle Thirteen frowned and said: "It doesn't matter if you ask or not, I just want my electric bike. Yashitai's was more than five thousand. I chose a good one at that time, but it was lost after a short time of riding. Your aunt complained to death
Me."
Jiang Yuan was helpless: "You don't have to be a police officer to help people find things. The electric car case is a more complicated case among the theft cases."
"I guess they are the rag collectors who come to our area all the time. Why don't you help me check these people?" Uncle Thirteen twitched his eyebrows and said flexibly: "The property management department records their names. I asked.
one time……"
Jiang Yuan was already agitated when he heard that people were going to be investigated. Now, it is not a violation of discipline to investigate people, it is directly illegal. He quickly stopped Uncle Thirteen: "Don't... don't be anxious, I will ask you for it."
Let’s not talk about whether we can find the electric car or not. Helping to check people is taboo. Jiang Yuan, who is still a newcomer, doesn’t want the topic to advance to this level.
Jiang Yongxin, who runs a car wash shop downstairs, ate meat and raised his hands: "Count me in. I lost two cars."
"Does the one I lost the year before last count? I also lost one the year before last." Aunt Hua didn't let go of the excitement at all.
