The first thing to pick up is naturally the chicken wrapped in sesame seeds. The chicken is not big, and after being fried at high temperature twice, the surface is extremely crispy. When you bite into the crispy skin, the chicken inside is locked in oil.

Because the chicken pieces are not big, you can put them all into your mouth in one bite. When chewing, the crispy texture of the skin dominates, and because of the chicken with the juice locked inside, the two textures merge with each other to form a

A very unique taste with a bit of elasticity and tenacity.

This peculiar taste made Ah Bing, who had tasted all kinds of delicacies made by Wen Mingtang for more than half a year, and the three glutinous rice dumplings, the three of them, unable to stop.

The spicier taste than the so-called "spicy dishes" in the past made the tongues of the three people who had just adapted to the spiciness in the past feel a little hot. The bottom of their tongues could produce more fluid to deal with this spicier food.

Spicy. Feel the "passionate" spiciness while inhaling "hissingly", but you can't stop and can't refuse the fragrant and crispy taste that comes with the spiciness.

It's hard to resist the spiciness. There's not enough fluid at the bottom of the tongue and there's still rice in the bowl to make up for it. The chicken nuggets are shiny and chewy and are wrapped in the rice. Once you take one bite, you'll be able to finish a big mouthful of rice.

After eating just a few pieces of chicken, there was only half of the rice left in the bowl. Ji Caimai couldn't help but sigh: "It looks like another meal!"

"It's good to go with wine or as a snack!" Wen Mingtang smiled and took another piece of spicy chicken into his mouth. He chewed it carefully, savoring the spicy, fragrant and unique taste of the chicken.

Seeing Wen Mingtang stuttering the spicy chicken noodles without changing his expression, Ah Bing and Tang Yuan, who had rice in their mouths, looked envious: they also wanted to eat so calmly, but their tongues couldn't handle such spicy "enthusiasm".

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

The same plate of spicy chicken was eaten with two large bowls of rice. After eating, Ah Bing burped with glutinous rice balls, touched his belly, and turned to look at the sky outside the public kitchen: it was less than half an hour before lunch.

It's been an hour, and I don't know how the officials and servants of Dali Temple have gained today.

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Although Guanshi Mao is just a steward of the internal affairs yamen, his family is not an "Old Chang'an" like the old mayor, and he has ancestral heritage. I heard that he is a foreigner who came to Chang'an to seek a living in his teens, without any background.

With the same background, he is now in his forties, and more than twenty years later, he has worked very "progressingly" and built a "huge family fortune".

Although the house that Manager Mao lives in is not very wealthy, it seems that the surrounding neighbors who come and go in carriages are all reputable merchants. The house also employs more than a dozen servants and maids.

Servants and so on, although they have not married and have children, their lives are very comfortable. Food comes to open their mouths, clothes come to stretch their hands, and they raise tender skin and tender meat.

Walking into the house, I immediately saw the manager Mao lying straight on the ground. He lowered his head and looked at this wealthy and extremely "golden" nobleman. His fat face was blue and purple, and there were two clear lines on his neck.

The marks of strangulation are visible at a glance.

One was from hanging from the beam, and the other was from strangulating the poor steward to death.

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

Wu Bucai, who came over, had already finished the autopsy. Pointing to the strangulation marks on his neck, he came over and said to Lin Fei: "Well, I don't need to say more when you see this!"

"The murder was committed in the middle of the night." Wu Bucai summed it up in two concise sentences, "The concealment method was extremely perfunctory. I didn't really want to hide it completely, it was just a show!"

When Lin Fei heard this, he nodded, looked at Wu Butai, and said, "Is there anything else?"

Wu Bucai said "hmm" and said, "I didn't find any signs of struggle on my body."

Lin Fei paused when he heard this and turned back to look at Wu Bucai.

Wu Bucai raised his two hands, gestured at his wrists, and said: "There are no rope restraint injuries, no struggling injuries from random grasping on the hands, and no Mongolian sweat medicine was found in the mouth and nose..."

In this case, there is only one possibility: the steward named Mao is awake and willing to be strangled to death by him.

"It was fine last night," Wu Bucai said here, looking at the servants outside who were being questioned by the guards, and said, "The man named Mao lived a very particular life. He never tires of fine food and meticulous food. Every day

The breakfast is all decided one day in advance, and the eight-piece set was decided last night."

Lin Fei, who was listening to Wu Butai's words, was startled when he heard this. He frowned and looked at Wu Butai: "What is an eight-piece set?"

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

Wu Bucai, who came early and not only completed the autopsy but also listened to the officer's questions, answered the question on his behalf.

"It's the type of Chao delicacies ordered by Mao himself. There are eight kinds of Chao delicacies in total, and all kinds of exquisite side dishes..." Wu Bucai said this and couldn't help but shake his head, "The Holy One is frugal, and the imperial dining room only prepares eight kinds of side dishes. He

It's amazing, the rules I live by behind closed doors are almost as good as those of the Holy One."

Lin Fei frowned more and more, and when Wu Bucai's voice fell, he immediately said: "Except for the internal affairs office, does he have no other occupation?"

"The shop has been bought and rented out. He is only responsible for collecting the rent. I haven't heard anything else." At this point, Wu Bu paused and hurriedly said to Lin Fei, "I heard this from the servants.

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"Then he is quite powerful!" Lin Fei said, his eyes glancing at a row of expensive flowers and trees planted in the corner of the yard, and then turned to ask Wu Bucai, "How did he, a foreigner, come to Chang'an to seek a living, and get into the Internal Affairs Yamen?"

"It's not clear yet," Wu Bucai shook his head and spread his hands to show that he had only heard so much. He paused and then said, "The servants are just servants. I guess the doorways inside are not very clear."

This manager surnamed Mao obviously did not follow the right path. The "business" in which these people made their first pot of gold is often the beginning of their unscrupulous behavior. They are not heretics.

Officer Liu Yuantong also finished asking the servants below, came over, saluted with his hands, and then said: "Lin Shaoqing, this man surnamed Mao lives an extremely luxurious life, not to mention the normal salary of a housekeeper.

Even if there are dozens of such internal affairs officials put together, they can't live like this."

Having said this, Liu Yuan shook his head and said: "He doesn't live on his monthly salary!"

Isn't this nonsense? Wu Bucai on the side heard this and glanced at Liu Yuan: Anyone with eyes knows that this person named Mao will not live on his monthly salary.

The key is where the money comes from.

This is where people have a headache. Liu Yuan, who came back after asking around, didn't look good. When he met Lin Fei's gaze, he still said: "None of the servants below have seen him go anywhere on a daily basis."
Chapter completed!