Dim sum is just ordinary dim sum, but because it has been stored for a few days, it is not so fresh, but the temperature will not be bad.
Bai Yue said: "Has anyone touched this snack?"
Yasuto Yasuda glanced at the person guarding the door, and they hurriedly said, "No, no one has ever been in. What did these snacks look like before and what they are now."
Bai Yue just took a brief look at the deceased and did not check the kitchen carefully, but Yasuda Yuan had inspected it, but Lu Wanjin obviously did not die of poisoning, so the food in the kitchen was just a brief look at it.
Yasuda Tokuro said: "I haven't brought these snacks out. I just opened the cabinet and looked at it, and then closed the door."
Bai Yue nodded and said, "We have stayed here for two days, and during this period, I have served snacks in the kitchen three times. As far as I know, although there are two chefs in the kitchen, this is Lu Wanjin, the one who makes snacks.
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This kind of small inn, it is enough to have a chef who can make snacks, and too much is a waste of money.
"Yes." The inn owner was also dragged by Yasuda Yuan. He couldn't eat or sleep recently, and he saw that he had lost a lot of weight.
Bai Yue said: "Have you ever noticed that the pastries made by Lu Wanjin are characterized by their arrangement."
Yasuda Yuan had never eaten the snacks made by Lu Wanjin before, and had never seen them before, so he naturally didn't know them. But the shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, and shook his head blankly.
To be honest, he is a shopkeeper and doesn't come to the kitchen much on weekdays. Even if he is outside, Lu Wanjin makes snacks for the guests, he will not go to see them on purpose.
Bai Yue had no choice but to say: "Everyone has his own habits, and the same goes for chefs. The snacks should not only be delicious, but also look good, and have a good color, fragrance and taste to make customers like them. No matter how delicious the snacks are,
Just putting it in a mess like a brick will lose its beauty.”
She turned around and saw that she couldn't find anything similar. She touched her waist bag and took out a bag of candy from it.
The mint candies made by Qin Jiu were square. Bai Yue took out a plate and placed the candies on top one by one. At the bottom were six pieces, and then went up in a spiral shape.
Five, four, three.
The three desserts are triangle-shaped, with a hollow in the middle. In the hollow, a flower carved by fruits and vegetables is usually placed, such as carrots and white radish that chefs like to use. The whole dessert plate is beautiful and neat.
"Yes, Lao Lu's dim sum is all in this way." The shopkeeper seemed to open the door of memory and nodded repeatedly.
But there is one in these three stocks of things that are not.
Everyone looked at the three plates of snacks again, and the shopkeeper slapped his head: "A piece of mung bean cake is less."
The plate of mung bean cake has six pieces on the bottom and five pieces on the top, then it jumps directly to three pieces, and another three pieces.
"Yes, one less piece of mung bean cake." Bai Yue said: "It's just that coincidence that I also ate mung bean cake the day before yesterday, which is normal for six, five, four, and three. These pastries are pressed with molds, and Lu Wanjin's mold should
It's so big, so his pastries are the same size and quantity."
The shopkeeper was ashamed. He had never paid attention to how the pastries in the kitchen were made. But he was the shopkeeper and his mind was still fast. He immediately called out to other people working in the kitchen.
That is, the few people at the scene that day, helping the chef Qian Liang, maid Xiaolian, and servant Zheng Chong.
After hearing Bai Yue's words, Qian Liang neatly found a set of iron molds from the cabinet.
"Old Lu uses this to make pastries." Qian Liang said: "Make various fillings and put them in them, then cut them into pieces, and then wrap them with lace and print them with patterns."
Bai Yue picked up a plate of date cakes and put them into pieces. Sure enough, there were not more or less pieces, just filling the square.
Her eyes slowly swept across several people: "Who ate a piece of mung bean cake missing?"
At this time, Bai Yue's eyes were a little scary, and the three of them were trembling. Bai Yue looked over one by one and finally stopped in front of Zheng Chong, the servant who was helping the worker.
Bai Yue was too direct and looked at him and said, "You're eating."
Zheng Chong knelt down with a snap: "No, no, little."
"Then why are your face so strange?" Bai Yue said: "I still know something, but didn't say it?"
"No, the little one didn't hide anything, he was just afraid..." Zheng Chong's face turned pale.
Bai Yueqi said: "What are you afraid of?"
Zheng Chong hesitated and said, "Master Lu..."
Zheng Chong made a move to cut off his tongue, and finally couldn't help crying: "Everyone said that he was killed because of gossip. Before he died, he even told me a few gossips. I
I'm afraid, I regret not saying this to him."
Only then did everyone realize that Zheng Chong was afraid that he would become the next victim.
Yasuda Tokuda: "This morning, the government has arrested the suspect, you don't need to be so nervous."
"I heard that Jia Huailiu was arrested, but I was still scared." Zheng Chong grabbed his head embarrassedly: "I, I am timid. On the day Master Lu was killed, I didn't dare to close my eyes all night."
The scene at that time was quite terrifying. It was not just a dead person, but also such a terrible death. The few people present wanted to agree, and we were also scared, and we didn't sleep all night.
The servant looked only eighteen or nineteen years old. In Bai Yue's opinion, he was still a young man, thin and small, so it was natural to be afraid.
Seeing that these people couldn't say anything, Yasuda Yuan waved his hand: "Okay, you guys go down first. If you think of anything, come and report it immediately."
Everyone retreated one after another.
Yasuda Toru: "There is indeed a rare occurrence in this mung bean cake. No one came in after Lu Wanjin's death. He was the one before. Even if the murderer was hungry, he would not have killed anyone. He would have eaten a piece of cake and placed so neatly.
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Bai Yue couldn't say more for a moment, so he packed his mint candy piece by piece, and then heard Yasuda Yuan scream.
Yasuda Yuan squatted down by the stove, as if he had discovered something.
Bai Yue leaned over, but saw him pulling out a dagger and poking it inside. He breathed for a while, as if he was pulling out something.
Yasuda Yuan got up and held something in his hand: "Miss Bai, look."
This is a button wrapped in cloth. It has very exquisite craftsmanship and gorgeous patterns, which looks out of place for this kitchen.
"Is this on the clothes?" Bai Yue immediately said: "No, Lu Wanjin died that day, and those little workers in the kitchen just now did not have such buttons on their clothes."
It's not a problem of pattern, it's a problem of grade. The town is not very wealthy, and the chefs and helpers in the kitchen are not rich people. They can't afford such buttons on their clothes.