Chapter 33: Lost Car

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In the noble, heavy and huge traditional wood stove, a lamb was boiling.

Comrade Jiang Fuzhen was generous by nature. When he was young, he was willing to share half of the wild rabbits he shot with his friends. Now that he has money, it is natural for him to invite people to eat lamb.

With more invitations, Comrade Jiang Fuzhen's lamb cooking skills have been improved, so he attracted more friends to come and share. In a trance, he entered a nearly perfect positive cycle. Except for spending money and time, there is almost no loophole.

As soon as Jiang Yuan entered the house, he smelled the fresh fragrance of lamb. Unlike the chefs outside who pursue efficiency, Jiang's father who stays at home always has a lot of time to do various preliminary work, such as beating blood foam. Many people always wait for the foam to accumulate, then beat it off with a few spoons, and then let a small amount of foam float with the lamb.

Father Jiang didn't do this. He always stayed in front of the pot and beat the foam from the beginning, beating as much foam as possible. Sometimes, this process will last for half an hour.

This operation will not only reduce the mutton's mutton smell, but also control the degree of doneness. After all, although boiling a sheep is simpler than roasting a sheep, it also requires considerable skills.

In a large pot that is as big as a sheep and as wide as a goose, the mutton with red in white and white in red is gently shaking and floating... Just looking at it here, people can't realize that this is a formal resident's family kitchen.

"Yuanzi is back." The relatives and friends who came to rub the sheep greeted casually. Two of them brought their own bowls, chopsticks and seasonings, and the rest were not so particular.

"I messed up your house." Some people also said a few polite words.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand naturally: "There are only two men in the family, and it can't be messed up."

When he was in the village before, he often ate at hundreds of families' meals. At that time, each family not only brought things when they came to eat rabbits, but also sent things when they had nothing to do. Often, the things sent by several families made up a meal.

Jiang Fuzhen also came out of the kitchen to take a look and said, "It's just right to come back. It's almost time to eat. Have you dissected a human today?"

"No corpse today." Jiang Yuan said.

"If there is no corpse, you can eat it with your hands. If you have dissected a human, don't touch the big pot of mutton. Whether you dissected a human or not, remember to wash your hands." Jiang Fuzhen drew a line with Jiang Yuan, and after a while, he brought out a big pot of mutton.

Jiang Yuan was sitting in the crowd, holding chopsticks, eager to try.

"You can eat the ribs first." Jiang Fuzhen said happily, "We have 32-jin castrated sheep today. I guess the ribs here are better."

Jiang Fuzhen's hand drew two empty strokes in the air, and when his elbow was retracted, the ribs were all in everyone's bowl and plate.

Jiang Yuan took the plate and sprinkled salt and pepper on one side. The white and black salt grains were called pepper salt. When sprinkled on the mutton, the freshness seemed to be enhanced.

The mutton is tender but not soft, chewy but not tough. The first bite is full of freshness and the satisfying feeling of fat rushes to the head.

"Uncle Jiang's mutton is still the best, not smelly at all. And fragrant." He politely commented in his busy schedule.

The rest of the people were eating with their heads down and humming.

Jiang Fuzhen was only laughing in the kitchen, and messing with the remaining mutton.

He is old, and he can't eat more than two pieces of meat, especially mutton, which is fat and greasy. If you eat it for two days, your stomach will not be able to bear it. But he still likes to cook, and likes to watch his son and the villagers eat together. This is his dream since he was a teenager, and the happiness that only exists in his imagination.

Jiang Yuan is completely different. He is only 22 years old this year, and his job is mentally and physically demanding. It is the time to eat. No matter whether it is beef, mutton, pork or chicken, as long as it is delicious, he will accept it. Even if the food is not delicious, people can still eat until they are 70% full before stopping to comment.

Everyone chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

In terms of familiarity, the people present today were relatives and neighbors who had known each other for at least 10 to 20 years. Perhaps because they were too familiar with each other, 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, and she was more interested in chatting.

Jiang Yuan laughed twice and said, "I am a forensic doctor, and I have only participated in a few cases."

"What cases?" Aunt Hua asked immediately, and got up to scoop a bowl of soup.

Jiang Yuan said, "I can't talk about the case."

"The police have requirements." A young man next to him explained very clearly.

Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement and said, "The contents of the case must be kept confidential."

"By the way, Yuanzi is a policeman, help me." Uncle Thirteen, who had been eating several pieces of mutton, raised his head, drank two mouthfuls of soup, breathed comfortably, and said, "I lost an electric bike. It has been lost for half a year. I called the police but couldn't find it. Can you help me find it?"

Since the demolition, the people of Jiangcun have become richer, and many families have bought cars. However, given the road conditions and distance to the county town, many people prefer to ride electric bikes for daily travel. Including Jiang Yuan, who rides an electric bike to work.

And electric bike thefts... have always been high and the detection rate is extremely low.

Jiang Yuan put down the mutton and said, "Uncle Thirteen, the police are responsible for different things. Cases of electric bike thefts are generally under the jurisdiction of the police station."

"Then they are all colleagues."

"I can help ask." Jiang Yuan thought, if he asked his master Wu Jun for help, maybe he could give the police station a heads-up. After all, if there was an abnormal death in the jurisdiction, the forensic doctor would be dispatched, and Wu Jun knew a lot of people.

Uncle Thirteen frowned and said, "It doesn't matter whether you ask or not, I just want my electric bike. It's from Yashitai, more than 5,000 yuan. I chose a good one at that time, but it was lost not long after riding. Your aunt complained to me."

Jiang Yuan was helpless: "Not being a policeman can help people find things. The case of the electric bike is a more complicated case among thefts."

"I guess it was the old rag collector who came to our place who stole it. How about you help me check these people?" Uncle Thirteen's eyebrows moved, and he said flexibly: "The property management department will record the names and so on, I will ask..."

Jiang Yuan was already shocked when he heard that he wanted to check people. Now checking people is not a violation of discipline, but a direct violation of the law. He quickly stopped Uncle Thirteen: "Don't... don't worry, I'll ask for you."

Let's not talk about whether the electric car can be found or not, helping to find someone is a taboo, and 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, raised his hand while eating meat: "Count me in. I lost two."

"Does the one lost two years ago count? I also lost one two years ago." Aunt Hua seemed to be not missing any excitement.