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Zhen Qingming hooked his head to look into the kitchen, and asked without answering, "Cooking so early?"

"Ah?" Saburo couldn't keep up with his brain circuit, and when he saw that he wanted to enter the kitchen, he turned sideways.

Zhen Qingming was full of curiosity about what delicious food he had, so he staggered, and Saburo supported him violently, "Be careful of the threshold!"

"...Thank you." Zhen Qingming looked down, there was a half-foot-high threshold at his feet, and blurted out, "Why is the threshold of your house so high?"

The hot air from his mouth reached his ears, Saburo's heart skipped a beat, he backed away calmly, gave him a strange look, and wondered who's threshold was not so high.Seeing that he was still stretching his neck to look in, Saburo had a flash of inspiration, but he couldn't believe it, and tentatively said, "My lord, the porridge will be ready in a while."

"You cooked porridge?" Zhen Qingming was very disappointed.People in Beijing eat noodles three times a day, and eat steamed buns instead of noodles in the morning, and few people drink porridge.

Saburo was quite speechless: "I will make whatever your lord wants to eat."

The sharp-eyed foodie blinked his eyes when he saw the dough on the chopping board, "That cake from last night."

Egg pancakes cost oil and eggs, and you can only cook one pancake in one pan, and one pancake is not enough to fit Zhen Qingming's teeth. To put it bluntly, it is a waste of time. Saburo is waiting to go out to sell sesame seed cakes, so he doesn't make it for him.After thinking about it, he said, "My lord, it takes a long time to make omelets, you see?"

"Oh, then I'll go home and get a book, you do it slowly, don't rush." ​​Then he turned and went to the next door.

San Lang's nose twisted when he heard such considerate words, "Grandma Sun, what time is it?"

"Fifth Watch." Grandma Sun sat next to the earthen pot, that is, the casserole pot. Seeing that the firewood under the pot was not very hot, "Is the porridge in the pot ready? Do you need more firewood?"

Grandma Sun doesn't know how to cook porridge. Saburo taught her a few times before. The porridge is either thin or thick and can be eaten as a meal. Sanlang doesn't want her to waste rice, so he simply gets up early every day to make it himself.

Rice porridge is easy to digest, invigorates the spleen and nourishes the stomach, and rice soup is also known as "the ginseng soup of the poor". For the sake of his younger siblings' good health and healthy growth, Sanlang cooks porridge for half a month at home without repetition.

No, even though he knew that Zhen Qingming was leaving his house for dinner today, he didn't change his habit of eating porridge every day.

San Lang lifted the lid of the casserole pot, and a fresh fragrance rushed to his face. Stir it with a spoon, and the crystal clear rice stuck to the spoon. San Lang licked the corner of his mouth, "Grandma Sun, give me a bowl."

"Can I eat?"

Suddenly there was an extra head next to him, and Saburo was startled, "Big, my lord?"

"Hey, what's this?" Zhen Qingming didn't have time to worry about how Saburo was scared by him, and pointed to the things in his bowl, "Spareribs?"

Seeing him, San Lang wanted to stretch out his hand to grab him, so he couldn't help but touch his forehead. Did this man wake up? He wasn't like this yesterday.

He just arrived in Taoyuan County yesterday, and he is the county magistrate of Taoyuan County, so he naturally has to put on airs.But now it was pitch black outside, and they couldn't see each other's faces clearly when walking towards each other. Zhen Qingming couldn't help showing his true nature, "Why don't you talk? What is this? Stewed ribs?"

"No." Saburo said angrily.The first time I made pork rib porridge was a great success, I wanted to taste it myself, now, "My lord, this is pork rib porridge for you." He said and handed the porridge to him.

Zhen Qingming glanced suspiciously at the porridge and then at Saburo, "Is it okay to cook rice and meat together?"

"Delicious!" Saburo saw that it was getting dark outside, and asked Mrs. Sun to move the table out, "My lord, take it easy, I'll make cakes."

As soon as Zhen Qingming heard the word cake, his eyes lit up, "Okay, you go quickly." Then he took the oil lamp in front of him, sat down in front of the porridge, spread out the book and began to read.

Sanlang staggered when he saw this, this master really didn't know how to be polite.

However, if you want to cling to others, you have to swallow it no matter how uncomfortable you feel. Saburo looked out while cutting the onion, seeing him engrossed in reading, Saburo's subordinates quickly made a scallion pancake and put it in the hot pan for a while. Let it go, and with a "squeak", Zhen Qingming suddenly stood up.

Saburo's eyes darkened, and he hurriedly said, "My lord, the porridge is getting cold."

Zhen Qingming paused, looked at the ribs exposed outside, and thought that Sanlang's family was struggling, so he picked up the bowl, smelling the faint fragrance of rice and meat, County Magistrate Zhen reluctantly took a sip, "Well... San, how about Sanlang?" eat!"

"I don't like porridge, but porridge is good." Seeing him sitting down again, Saburo breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered, "Grandma Sun, after I leave, you can bring me puff pastry. Now let him drink porridge."

"What if my lord is angry?" Grandma Sun was a little worried.

"It's okay, he has never eaten puff pastry, he won't do it." If he made egg pancakes, he would have to make at least [-] sheets to feed two families, and three sheets of puff pastry would be enough.

"Sanlang, is there any more?" Sanlang had just put the second piece of cake into the pot when he heard Zhen Qingming's words, "Yes, I'm going to make a big pot today." He said and put a bowl for him, "My lord, the porridge is hot, Drink slowly."

Zhen Qingming nodded, indicating that he knew.He is not too hungry after drinking a bowl of porridge. Of course, he has to slowly taste the thick and mellow rice and the crispy pork ribs.

Seeing him holding a book in one hand and a bowl in the other, Saburo smiled more and more until he was about to laugh out loud. Saburo hurriedly picked up the basin and put it on the cart.

"Huh? Why are you going?" Zhen Qingming raised his head and saw that there were more tables on the cart, and suddenly realized, "You have already gone to sell sesame seed cakes?"

"Yes!" Saburo said as he pushed the cart.

"It's not yet dawn, does anyone buy sesame seed cakes?" Zhen Qingming walked up to him as he spoke.

"When I go to the street and make a pot of sesame seed cakes, there will be people on the street." Saburo turned his head and said, "Please step aside, my lord, don't touch you."

"How about I push it for you?" Zhen Qingming saw Grandma Sun helping Sanlang push the cart, thinking that the cart was not light, he stretched out his hand.

Saburo bluffed, "No, in a few days I'll find someone to knock down the threshold, so it won't be so hard to get out."

"Impossible!" Grandma Sun suddenly raised her voice, "If the threshold is dropped, any bad things will come in. How will life be in the future!"

"That's right!" Zhen Qingming recalled the significance of the threshold, and could not help but push Sanlang aside, "I'll push!" As he spoke, the cart crossed the threshold with a "bang", "Okay, here you are." Zhen Qingming turned back and rushed he grinned,

Saburo's eyes flashed, his ears became hot, he hurriedly took the handlebars and ran away.

Zhen Qingming looked at the empty hands and stared at Saburo's back, so he asked, "Why is he in such a hurry?"

"Saburo is in a hurry to open the market." Today is a long time later than before, and of course Saburo is in a hurry.Grandma Sun didn't think much about it, "Sir, let's have some cakes." Then she walked into the kitchen, put the baked layered cakes into four and a half, and put them in front of Zhen Qingming.

"Why not egg pancakes?" Zhen Qingming opened his mouth and asked.

"San Lang said that it's the first time for adults to eat at home, and they can't let adults eat the same as yesterday, so they made this scallion mille-feuille cake."

"Why is it so troublesome?" Zhen Qingming was embarrassed, picked up a piece of triangular cake with chopsticks, and saw that the cake was stacked layer by layer as she said, "Hey, tell Saburo later, just make something casual , I don’t choose.” This was about to be heard by Donglai Dongbao, hum!By the way, give him another look.

Zhen Qingming was fed three bowls of porridge by Saburo calmly, and he hiccupped after eating half of a layer of puff pastry. Thinking about the trial later, Zhen Qingming stopped talking.

But before he walked out of Sanlang's gate, he began to think about what Sanlang would do for lunch.

Wang Xiancheng, who checked the blacksmith's shop yesterday and found it in the middle of the night, woke up early in the morning to have a quick meal and rushed to the county government office. Seeing Zhen Qingming standing outside the county government office, he ran to him in a panic, and said in a panic, "My lord, the official is coming late." gone."

"It's not too late, I got up too early." Zhen Qingming turned into the serious county magistrate again, "What did you find out yesterday?"

"My lord, this is the record I brought back from the blacksmith's shop. The official has already checked half of the people who bought the nails on the day Zhao was killed. There are still a few in the countryside. The official plans to do it now."

"Are there any suspicious people among the people who have checked?"

Wang Xiancheng: "No."

Zhen Qingming thought for a while, "Go and see the grove by the river."

"Okay!" Wang Xiancheng bowed in response, and called the two classes of yamen servants to follow.

After Zhen Qingming found the murder weapon, he deduced it several times last night, guessing that there must be evidence he wanted in the grove. Sure enough, a group of people went to the grove and found a pile of ashes in the depths.

"What is the nearest village to this place?" Zhen Qingming looked around and asked casually.

"Wu Family Village."

Zhen Qingming's eyelids twitched, "Wu's Village? Where is Sanlang's?"

"Yes." Wang Xiancheng didn't know anything about solving the case, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are there people from Wujia Village in the record book?"

"Let's take a look." As he spoke, he took out the notebook and checked it carefully, "Oh! There really is a person from Wujia Village who came to buy iron nails. My lord, you are amazing!"