Chapter 370 New Year’s Eve Treats (6)

This loud scolding made the jailer named Hong Huang shut up. Although his mouth was closed, he still winked at him, lowered his head and took a sip of the "sour soup" rice noodles in the bowl, and finally couldn't help but said: "Actually, you and Master Wen have somewhat similar family backgrounds. Both of them were once wealthy..."

Tong Zhang rolled his eyes at him and said, "Eat quickly! If you wait a little longer, the rice noodles will become lumpy. Isn't it a waste?"

Wen Mingtang didn't pay attention to what was going on here. He was busy with what he was doing and thinking about Tang Yuan, Ah Bing and his friends who were leaving. He was really absent-minded.

After the morning meal is lunch, and after lunch is the evening meal. One day at a time, these three meals go back and forth, and then go to bed. When you open your eyes the next day, the day has passed, and you have to eat a new one. The sun is eclipsed.

Wen Mingtang stayed in charge of the public kitchen alone for a day, then prepared the snacks in the New Year's Eve snack box, put them into the box, prepared the gift box, etc. After everything was ready, it was already Xu time of the day.

At this time yesterday, Lin Fei came to the public kitchen to taste some dim sum, but today there was no one except her.

Lin Fei didn't come to the public kitchen all day today, and Tang Yuan, A Bing and his party also didn't come back all day.

The uneasiness lingering in his heart became more and more intense. Wen Mingtang patted his face and looked at the New Year's Eve snack boxes that had been prepared in the public kitchen. He knew that no matter what, Ji Caimai would definitely come back tomorrow, after all, these boxes were still to be sent out.

If this is the case... the news will definitely come.

Wen Mingtang's heart dropped, he smiled bitterly, shook his head, looked back at the empty kitchen, blew out the lamp, and walked out of the kitchen.

It was a cold night, and at a glance, there was no one in sight. As the New Year approaches, Dali Temple becomes increasingly deserted.

Wen Mingtang held a lantern and walked in the direction of the accommodation house at the back.

After walking through the corridor and reaching the open space leading to the back office, I saw a portable lantern swaying slightly in the cold wind.

Different from the past, the number of people on night duty during the New Year's Day was reduced by half compared to usual, and many handymen went back to their hometowns to celebrate the New Year. Therefore, it is rare to see people halfway through the rain at this time.

Although Wen Mingtang had not clearly seen their faces, he still instinctively greeted the two people holding lanterns.

Compared with Wen Mingtang's "darkness", it was difficult to tell which was which, but the two young men holding lanterns clearly recognized her: "Master Wen!"

The voice sounded familiar, and Wen Mingtang still had some impression of it. When the two of them got closer, she recognized that they were the two jailers who talked to her during the morning meal today.

The two were young, around 20 years old. The more delicate one was named Tong Zhang, and the other was named Hong Huang. They are all "old people" who have been eating in the public kitchen since Wen Mingtang came to the public kitchen to make fried noodles.

The faces are also familiar, but Tong Zhang is better. The one named Hong Huang really has a "public face" that can't be found in a crowd.

Wen Mingtang looked at Hong Huang's face and couldn't help but complain: This person is really a good candidate for "detailed work", but it is too easy to hide.

However, when Dali Temple was investigating the case, although there were "errands" to infiltrate the murderers, these "errands" had nothing to do with the jailers and were the guards.

"Prepare eggs tomorrow, and you can come find me after lunch." Wen Mingtang nodded towards Tong Zhang, said with a smile, paused, and then said, "By the way, if your mother-in-law likes someone else, I would like to If you want to marinate them together in the five-spice brine, you can also prepare them. More or less marinade will be the same on the left and right."

Hearing this, Tong Zhang quickly thanked Wen Mingtang: "Thank you, Master Wen!"

Wen Mingtang waved to him and left with the lantern.

The two of them stood there, watching Wen Mingtang leave. After Wen Mingtang could no longer be seen, Hong Huang turned to look at Tong Zhang, winked at him, and said with a smile: "Master Wen's life is beautiful. , I have a good heart and good writing skills, it is indeed excellent."

Hearing this, Tong Zhang shook his head, glanced at Hong Huang again, and said, "Be careful what you say."

Hong Huang disagreed and was about to continue talking when Tong Zhang suddenly asked Hong Huang: "What did you see when you passed by the accommodation house at the back just now?"

"What did you see?" Hong Huang rolled his eyes when he heard this, reached out and patted Tong Zhang on the back, urging him to move forward, "Okay, go to Gong's room quickly! Did you drink just now? Shaocha, when you get back, you have to go to the prison to continue watching!"

As soon as he started talking, he couldn't hold it back. Hong Huang obviously talked a lot. While pushing Tong Zhang forward, he said, "Old Huang also knows that he is quite good at drinking wine in private. Although in the Yamen There is no explicit prohibition on this, but drinking can cause trouble, and Mr. Zhao also said to watch it carefully. Although Lao Huang is a heavy drinker, but...after all, he is not sober than usual after drinking. I just saw him secretly hiding in the food box The small jar of wine is gone, we’d better go to Gong’s room and go back quickly!”

This makes sense! Tong Zhang said "hmm", but still frowned and said, "I just seemed to see someone flashing past the house where I stayed behind."

As soon as he said this, Hong Huang raised the lantern in his hand, brought it close to Tong Zhang's face, illuminated his face, and said, "You can't see clearly even like this. Where were you just now?" It's so dark that even the light on the road pole is broken. What can you see? Are you sure it's not dazzling?"

Tong Zhang couldn't refute it for a while. He thought about it and said after a while: "Maybe!"

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Carrying a lantern, she returned to the house, opened the door and walked into the house. When she was about to go to the window table and light a candle, something suddenly kicked under her feet. Wen Mingtang was startled and held up his hand. He squatted down with the lantern inside, and when he saw a finger-sized half candle rolling under his feet, he pursed his lower lip, picked up the small half candle, stood up, and continued to walk to the table to light the candle.

The candle light came on, illuminating the small room. Wen Mingtang placed the lantern on the table, lit the small half of the candle, and then dropped a few drops of wax oil on the window edge, and then took advantage of the fact that the wax oil was not completely solidified. , fixed the small half of the candle by the window, and then blew out the small half of the candle again.

After doing all this, she walked to her bed, picked up the porcelain pillow, and looked inside the pillow: the banknotes placed in the porcelain pillow were still there, and the order was still the same as before. But... Wen Mingtang knew that the room had been searched through. Naturally, the other person walked through the window instead of the door.

Du Lingmou knows how to let people dig through her things, who knows that others can't? Wen Mingtang chuckled: The other party is not greedy for money. Although her banknotes can't afford to buy a house, they are not too little, so she just skipped it.

In this way...the clothes, the suitcases, and the notebook of her words had all been looked through.

Wen Mingtang sat on the collapse, sighed, and thought to himself: We really have to do something during this new year.