33: Chapter 33 Losing the Car 33: Chapter 33 Losing the Car Evening.
In the esteed, heavy, and enormous traditional wood stove, a sheep stewed with a bubbling sound.
Jiang Fuzhen was naturally generous.
When he was young, he was willing to share half of any wild rabbits he caught with friends, and now that he had money, inviting people to eat sheep was of course not an issue.
As the invitations beca frequent, Jiang Fuzhen’s sheep-cooking skills improved remarkably, attracting even more friends to share the al.
Inadvertently, it almost entered a near-perfect virtuous cycle, with the only drawbacks being the expense and ti spent.
The mont Jiang Yuan stepped into the house, he could sll the fresh aroma of the sheep at.
Unlike chefs outside who chase efficiency, Mr.
Jiang, who stayed at ho, always had ample ti to do all sorts of preparatory work, such as skimming the blood foam.
Many people wait until the froth accumulates before skimming it off with a few spoonfuls, then allowing the small amount of remnant froth to rise and fall with the sheep at.
Mr.
Jiang didn’t do it that way.
He always stood by the pot, skimming off the froth from the very beginning, as much as it ford.
Sotis, this process could last up to half an hour.
Such an approach not only reduced the gaminess of the at but also controlled the tenderness.
After all, boiling a sheep, although simpler than roasting one, still required considerable skill.
In the large pot, bigger than a goose and wider than a sheep, white at tinged with red and red at tinged with white gently swayed and floated…
Just looking at this, one would hardly realize it was a legitimate residential family kitchen.
“Yuanzi is back,” greeted the relatives and friends who ca over for the sheep, casually, with two of them bringing their own bowls, chopsticks, and condints, while the others were less particular.
“Sorry for making a ss at your place,” a few said courteously.
Jiang Yuan waved his hand naturally, “There’re just two guys at ho.
It can’t get much ssier.”
Back in the village, he often dined at many houses, and not only would people bring sothing when coming to eat rabbit, but they would also bring gifts for no reason at all, often resulting in a al coming together from the items several families brought over.
Jiang Fuzhen also ca out of the kitchen and glanced over, saying, “You’re back just in ti, it’s almost ready to eat.
Did you perform an autopsy today?”
“No bodies today,” Jiang Yuan said.
“If there’s no body, you can grab and eat with your hands.
If you’ve operated on soone, don’t touch the big basin of sheep at.
Whether you’ve done an autopsy or not, rember to wash your hands,” Jiang Fuzhen drew a line for Jiang Yuan, then after a while, he brought out a big basin of sheep at.
Jiang Yuan sat among the crowd, holding his chopsticks and eager to try.
“You can start with the rib chops,” Jiang Fuzhen said cheerfully.
“Today we have a 32-pound castrated ram.
I reckon the small chops here will taste better.”
Jiang Fuzhen’s hand made a couple of motions in the air, and by the ti he retracted his elbow, the small chops had all found their way into everyone’s bowls and plates.
Jiang Yuan had a plate in hand, sprinkling salt and pepper, the black and white peppered salt nad ‘pepper salt’ mingling on top of the sheep at, seeming to enhance its freshness.
The at was tender without being mushy, chewy without being tough.
The first bite sent a wave of freshness rushing to the nostrils, while the satisfying feel of fat hit straight to the forehead.
“Mr.
Jiang’s sheep at is still the best, not gamy at all, and fragrant,” one politely took a mont to comnt amidst the busy eating.
The rest were just burying their heads and eating vigorously.
Jiang Fuzhen only smiled in the kitchen, while also attending to the remaining sheep at.
He was getting old and could barely eat two pieces of at before stopping, especially lamb, which was rather fatty and greasy.
If he ate it for two days straight, his stomach and intestines would suffer.
But he still loved to cook it and watch his son and the villagers eat together.
It was a dream he had cherished since his youth, a sense of happiness that only dared to exist in his imagination.
Jiang Yuan, on the other hand, was completely different.
At 22 years old, working a job that was ntally demanding yet physically active, he was at an age where he could eat anything.
It didn’t matter if it was beef, lamb, pork, or chicken; as long as it was tasty, he wouldn’t refuse.
Even if it wasn’t well-made, he could eat till he was seventy percent full before stopping his chopsticks to critique.
Everyone chatted while they ate, creating a rather harmonious atmosphere.
When it ca to familiarity, at least those present had known each other as neighbors and relatives for twenty years or more.
Perhaps it was because of this familiarity that the conversation quickly turned to the newest topic of interest—Forensic Expert Jiang Yuan.
“Jiang Yuan, you’re a police officer now, hey?
How many cases have you cracked?” Mrs.
Hua, who didn’t eat much, was more interested in chatting.
Jiang Yuan chuckled twice and said, “I’m a forensic doctor, I’ve just been involved in a few cases.”
“What cases?” Mrs.
Hua imdiately pressed on, taking the opportunity to serve herself a bowl of soup.
Jiang Yuan replied, “I can’t talk about the cases.”
“The police have their regulations,” a young person nearby explained knowingly.
Jiang Yuan nodded in agreent and said, “Case details must be kept confidential.”
“Oh right, Yuanzi is a cop now.
Do a favor.” Uncle Thirteen, who had been silently devouring several pieces of lamb, looked up, took a couple of sips of soup, and sighed contentedly before saying, “I had an electric bike stolen, been gone for half a year now.
I reported it but it wasn’t recovered.
Can you help find it?”
Since the relocation, the people of Jiang Village had beco wealthier, and many had bought cars.
However, considering the road conditions and distances in the county, many preferred riding electric bikes for daily commutes.
This included Jiang Yuan, who also rode one to work.
And cases of electric bike theft…
they were always frequent and had an extrely low resolution rate.
Jiang Yuan put down the lamb and said, “Uncle Thirteen, police officers and their duties vary.
Electric bike theft is generally within the jurisdiction of the local police station.”
“But they’re all colleagues, right?”
“I can ask around for you,” Jiang Yuan mused.
If he enlisted the help of Master Wu Jun, perhaps he could make a call to the police station.
After all, whenever there was an unnatural death within the jurisdiction, it required a forensic doctor’s involvent, and Wu Jun knew quite a few people.
Uncle Thirteen frowned and said, “Asking or not doesn’t matter to ; I just want my electric bike back.
It was a Ya Shi Tai, cost over five thousand.
I picked a good one on purpose, and it was gone before I’d ridden it much.
Your aunt has been nagging to death about it.”
Jiang Yuan sighed, “Not every police officer can help people find their things.
Electric bike theft is one of the more complex types of theft cases.”
“I bet it was stolen by those junk collectors who often co around here.
Why don’t you check them out for ?” Uncle Thirteen’s eyebrows twitched as he spoke animatedly, “The property managent keeps records of nas and such, I’ll go ask…”
When Jiang Yuan heard the ntion of checking on people, he was alard.
Investigating individuals was no longer an infraction but a legal violation.
He quickly interjected, “Don’t…
don’t rush, let ask around for you first.”
Whether he could find the electric bike or not, getting involved in investigating individuals was greatly frowned upon, sothing that the newcor Jiang Yuan wanted to avoid discussing at all costs.
Jiang Yongxin, who ran a car wash downstairs, raised his hand while eating at, “Count in too.
I’ve lost two.”
“Does one I lost the year before last count?
I lost one then too,” Mrs.
Hua jumped in, unwilling to miss out on the excitent.
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