The lonely foodie

The moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round, and the moon tonight is not very beautiful. Looking out from the railing, there is a waning moon hanging dimly above the deep lake.

There were two wicker chairs on the corridor, and Mo Bai took out the box of mooncakes that He Guang brought, and put them on the small coffee table.

The blue gift box was opened, and there were 5 mooncakes of different shapes lying inside, small and exquisite, each with a label on the side.

Mochi Q heart, durian ice skin, Liuxin custard, live oil bean paste, and bursting mochi are not common flavors on the market.

"Moon cakes should be served with tea, right?" Ivan asked with a smile, knowing that Mo Bai had heard what he said that day in his heart, and he was tired of eating those kinds of moon cakes.

"Don't drink tea, you won't sleep well at night." Mo Bai looked at Ivan, his amber eyes were darker in the dark night, "Which one should we eat first?"

Ivan pointed to Mochi Q Xin, "Try this first."

The outside is a milky white ice skin, which can be broken off by hand, and the sweet and sweet mochi wrapped inside can still be drawn.

Mo Bai entered the room, and when he came out again, he was holding a glass of warm lemonade, "Is it sweet? Drinking lemon water to relieve tiredness?"

Ivan quickly took it, took a big sip of lemonade and washed down the cake, "I'll go, is He Guang dating a sugar seller?"

When he received a call from Wang Yiming in the morning and heard him talk about the letter, Mo Bai was also a little surprised. The so-called coincidences make a book, they can write a book when all these things are put together.

"I'll ask Ivan to make an appointment with Police Officer Huang, and I'll call you back when it's confirmed." Mo Bai picked up a handful of Flammulina velutipes and threw them into the scale, smiling at the eldest sister selling vegetables.Signal her to weigh it.

"Okay." Wang Yiming agreed, and heard the noisy voice from over there, someone greeted, "Boss Qu, the beef is good today."

Thinking of the hot pot meal last night, Wang Yiming swallowed and asked, "Is it at the vegetable market? The beef is good?"

Mo Bai couldn't help laughing, "Is fat beef in sour soup okay?"

"It's okay to eat." Wang Yiming said, "Put more sauerkraut, I like sour."

Thinking of the scene where the chickens were flying around in the police station, Mo Bai simply asked Ivan to invite Officer Huang to the shop, and we would have fatty beef in sour soup at noon.

Today's beef is really good. We weighed two catties of snowflake fat beef, and bought a bag of yellow bell pepper sauce at the seasoning stall next to it.

After returning to the store, throw the meat in the refrigerator and freeze it for a while, so that the shape of the cut is more beautiful.

Ivan peeled an orange petal and threw it into his mouth, his eyes were so sour that his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't eat the rest, so he stuffed it into Mobai's mouth.

Mo Bai took a mouthful of the orange, the sour taste rose on his head as soon as he chewed it, and he swallowed it whole.

Sour soup fat beef is not difficult to make. After the pot is heated up, add oil on low heat, add shredded ginger, green onion and bell pepper sauce and stir-fry until fragrant, then add the sauerkraut pickled by yourself and continue to stir-fry.

After all the ingredients are fried, add the ready-made broth in the store, and season with a little salt and sugar.

Over there, Ivan had already cut the beef, and lifted a slice to show Mo Bai. It was so thin that it was translucent through the light.

Mo Bai gave him a thumbs up.

Thinly sliced ​​beef is cooked in a pot, and spread on the bottom of the casserole together with the boiled enoki mushrooms, and the hot sour soup is poured on top.

Sprinkle crushed millet pepper and drizzle with hot oil.The sour soup is golden and attractive, and the fat beef is hot and sour.

Officer Huang arrived first, and just sat down at the reserved table by the window, and then a middle-aged man with a big cloth bag came in.

"Are you Police Officer Huang?" Seeing that he was wearing a police uniform, the man walked straight over.

"Hello, is this Wang Yiming?" Officer Huang stood up and held out his hand to him.

"That." Wang Yiming didn't shake his hand, "Please come out first."

Officer Huang froze for a moment.

"Disinfect tables and chairs." Wang Yiming said that patients with advanced cleanliness are very obsessed with disinfection.

Wang Yiming took out the disinfectant in his big cloth pocket, wiped the tables and chairs inside and out, and then asked Officer Huang to sit down again, and forcibly shook the dumbfounded Officer Huang's hand.

A small pot of fatty beef in sour soup, cut a plate of stewed meat with sauce in the store, patted a cucumber, and fried a plate of seasonal vegetables. A few side dishes are also very decent.

The four sat down at the table.

"Eat first or read the letter first?" Wang Yiming asked.

The umami taste of the sour soup surged up. Police Officer Huang was in a hurry to go out in the morning. He drank a bowl of soy milk and ate a piece of dried fried dough sticks. He couldn't control it now, and said politely, "Eat first, eat first."

"Okay." Wang Yiming nodded, and took out the hand sanitizer from his cloth bag.

The four of them rubbed their hands together in front of a pot of fat beef in sour soup.

After the meal, Mo Bai invited the guests to sit in the corridor, went into the kitchen by himself, made a pot of green tea and brought it out.

In the afternoon, the autumn sun slanted down the corridor.

The green tea was poured into a clear glass, and Wang Yiming took out a letter and handed it to Police Officer Huang.

Officer Huang finished reading the letter with a look of surprise on his face, "When did you receive this letter?"

"About two years ago, at the "Miss Li" book signing event."

"Who gave it to you?" Officer Huang asked again.

Wang Yiming shook his head, "There were too many people at that time, so I can't remember clearly."

"Why didn't you call the police?"

Wang Yiming took a sip of the cold tea and pondered for a while, "The things written in the letter are so similar to the stories in the book, even the names are the same. I thought it was a prank at the time, so I didn't take it seriously. Come on. I didn’t feel something was wrong until I accidentally heard Mo Bai mentioning this matter yesterday.”

"Let me take it back first. The content of the letter is basically consistent with the information we have now. Thank you for your support. We will arrange a rescue as soon as possible."

Officer Huang still had a meeting in the afternoon, so he folded the letter and put it in his jacket pocket, and was about to leave.

"Officer Huang." Ivan trotted out from the store and called him, "If the woman is rescued, remember to tell him that the cat is with us, and she can come to pick it up anytime."

"Okay." Officer Huang smiled at him, waved his hand again, turned around and walked, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Wang Yiming put the cool tea on the coffee table, buried his face in the cold palms, if he hadn't regarded this letter as a prank...

All conditions in the world originate from the heart, one thought causes another thought to cease, and it goes round and round and comes back again.Thinking of the ending of the book that Miss Li killed her husband, Wang Yiming broke out in a cold sweat.

In previous years, as long as the weather was cold, the business of Mala Tang would usher in a small peak. This year, I don’t know if it is because of Heping Hot Pot. It is almost winter, and the business is still half dead.

Lao Qi gritted his teeth and bet the price down again.

Good news: In order to repay the great love of our guests, Qixing Malatang will adjust the price of self-service from 38 yuan per person to 29 yuan per person for a period of two months. At that time, the original price will be restored, and the delicious food will not be discounted ,Looking forward to your visit.

Lao Qi asked the cashier to edit and send this notice to the members who have applied for the card by text message, and then print out a copy and paste it on the door.

The cashier agreed, edited the text message on the computer and sent it, and took out a piece of paper from a stack of opened A4 papers.

I don't know who brought the food to the cash register. There is a very obvious mimeograph in the lower right corner of the paper. If you turn down a few more sheets, the mimeograph has seeped through.

The cashier put down the paper and pulled a new stack from under the table.

It hasn't been opened here, and Lao Qi saw it, "Hey, isn't there still left? Do you understand cost control?"

"It's got oil on it," said the little girl at the cash register.

"What's wrong with dipping some oil?" Lao Qi was already irritable when the business was not good, and now he was even more angry, "Did I let you eat it or something? Do you understand cost control? Huh? If you don’t understand, learn it!”

The little girl trembled and her lips did not dare to answer. With red eyes, she printed out the notice and pasted it on the glass door.

After the notice was sent out, many more students came to eat Malatang at night.

When Xu Jingjing, a sophomore majoring in Chinese, and her boyfriend arrived, there were no vacant seats in the store.The waiter brought out two plastic stools and asked them to sit and wait.

Xu Jingjing sat down, raised her head, her gaze was right on the notice posted on the glass door, the more she looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong.

I found the Weibo of "Ostrich is not a bird", and the Weibo of Heping Hot Pot has sunk. It took Xu Jingjing a long time to find it, and clicked on the picture that said "Don't disturb the poor". The mimeograph is exactly the same as that of Qixing Malatang.

All buffets are paid first before entering the store. While her boyfriend was scanning the QR code to pay, Xu Jingjing noticed a large stack of A4 papers on the bar counter, with the same oil marks oozing from the lower right corner. She took out her mobile phone and remained calm. took a photo.

"Hey, things are getting more and more interesting." Zhang Yan held a cup of Blue Mountain Coffee and opened the link sent by a friend. In the forum of the Normal University, a girl named Jingjingliang posted a post——National Normal University Snack Street Mystery Case: Is it a shop fire to deceive customers, or is someone framed?The "poor incident" of Heping Hot Pot may be related to Qixing Malatang.

The article is well-written, well-founded, without fanning the flames like an ostrich, and the writing style is not immature. It can be seen that the author has some writing skills.

Zhang Yan reposted this post directly, and @颜落.

To Zhang Yan's disappointment, Jingluo ignored her and didn't forward the post.

Wang Yiming actually saw Zhang Yan@他, but it’s fine if things have quieted down.In addition, Zhang Yan is so focused on making Qu Mobai happy, so what is he trying to do.

But Jingluo doesn't care about it, it doesn't mean his fans will let it go.

As soon as this post was reposted by Zhang Yan, the nature changed immediately. It started from a small-scale complaint on a campus forum and quickly spread to a hot topic in the city.

The official account of Ostrich was hacked by fans of Zhang Yan and Jingluo, and they strongly demanded that the official shut down the microblog for spreading rumors, and proposed to ask the parties to sue Ostrich itself for defamation.

The ostrich was met by Lao Qi's lecturer when he was in the president's class on the Internet. They were actually not familiar with each other.

Lao Qi was also wronged, "Who the hell knows that they know Jingluo? I don't even know who Jingluo is."

The two of them were devastated and broke up unhappy. They had tasted the sweetness of the Internet, but they were also severely beaten by the Internet. Backlash will always come.

Although Jingluo remained silent this time, the fans of Jingluo showed the momentum that they would not give up unless they bumped into the south wall and did not look back, and did not kill these two.

What's even more frightening is that Whale Fall's fans come from all walks of life, including lawyers, media people, party/government agencies, and scary elementary school students. Looking at the low-quality trolls on the ostrich side, they compete with each other. .

And Jing Luobenjing is now staring at his cousin cooking, and after every process is completed, he will take the trouble to tell him, "Wash your hands."

wash!wash!wash!Wash your hands eight hundred times a day!Cousin wished she could cut off her own hands.

There were many comments on Xu Jingjing's post. Three days later, an account with the registered name "Wanwusheng" sent her a comment:

I hope that Chinese youth can get rid of the air-conditioning, just go up, and don't have to listen to the words of those who give up on themselves.Those who can do things do things, and those who can speak out speak out.A little bit of heat and a little bit of light are like fireflies, and they can also emit a little light in the dark without waiting for a torch.Since then, if there is no torch: I am the only light.

Lu Xun: That's what I really said.

When a whale falls, all things are born.