Husband, Have Dinner

Strolling in the garden of Qin’s house, Mo Xingle seemed to have entered the Grand View Garden. He couldn’t use his eyes. From time to time, he exclaimed, "Madam’s garden is really a cluster of flowers. Is there a honeycomb? Will there be a lot of bees?"

"...No." Mrs. Qin was veiled and supported by a maid. She led the way to introduce Mo Xingle and the arresting ya Yai, reluctant and helpless.

Qin Zhai’s male host is not here today. The concierge looked at the saber and the servant brought by Mo Xingle. He was trembling and sent someone to ask Mrs. Qin. He winked secretly and asked the young man to inform the lord, but Mo Xingle could see through him. Little movement, laughed and said that your master was invited by the prefect to have tea, and he was afraid to go to the prefect’s mansion to find talent.

Mrs. Qin was tasting new tea at the time. When she received the news, she put the tea cup on the coffee table. She let go before the tea table. The fine celadon cup broke into several petals, and the sound of falling flowers was particularly crisp.

"Why did you come here suddenly?"

She hurried to the door, just stepped out of the hall door, and ordered Liuer by her side.

As a result, everyone saw Madam Qin who had a slender waist drawn by the wind from a distance.

Mrs. Qin wore a simple dress with a veil covering her face. She said that she felt the wind and cold occasionally, which was a real inconvenience and she was afraid of infecting the officials.

Mo Xingle seemed to believe Mrs. Qin's statement, indicating that the county magistrate gave him full authority to investigate the poisoning case of Zhou Qing, and hoped that Mrs. Qin could cooperate with each other, and then there was the beginning scene.

Inside and out, without letting go of any corners, Madam Qin couldn't help wondering if it was her own home, how big it was, and there were several places that she hadn't been to.

The big guys were all gasping, Ayao beat her own leg, her young age took advantage of her vigorous energy.

"I'm a little tired from walking. Let's go to sit at the banquet on the day of the incident." Mo Xingle looked around for a week and said.

"Please here." Madam Qin laughed so hard that her face was stiff, and she introduced for a long time, keeping her vigilant and tightening her body. Mo Xingle's words seemed to give a signal of relaxation, and she faltered with relief, supported by the maid Liuer.

The place where the banquet was held was a half pavilion on the right side of the main hall. From the half pavilion, one could see a large field of flowers, with green leaves set off flowers of different colors. There was a small spring hole in the ground at one end of the Banting Pavilion, so the craftsmen dug a ditch and passed the Banting Pavilion. The spring water finally flowed into the small pond. Between the flower field and Banting Pavilion, a bluestone plate was used to form a "Zig", which was intended to be a composing bridge.

The crowd rested in Banting, and the maid served cakes and tea.

"Banting saw Caixia in the morning, and listened to the flowing water in the evening. There were five people on the banquet. The prefect was standing behind the wall and sitting in the front seat. On both sides were Boss Zhou and Dang Cao. Shopkeeper Zhou sat next to Dang Cao’s house, and I was sitting close to Qu. It’s convenient to serve food by the bridge." Mrs. Qin introduced.

A Yao took out the paper and charcoal notes she had brought, and felt her teeth itchy after the recording, she grinds her teeth by touching the cakes on the stone table.

Mo Xingle was very active, and it didn't take a while to stand up again, holding his hands on the lean on the railing. "The wind is blowing and the flowers are scented. It is indeed a good place to entertain people. Madam is so elegant. Are you planting these flowers?"

"Exactly, I like flowers, I like to take care of them, and seeing them bloom is the greatest satisfaction."

Ayao opened the cakes, just after Mrs. Qin finished speaking, she saw the dark red filling under the meringue, and sniffed suspiciously, it was the fragrance of flowers. "Madam also makes flowers into cakes."

Mrs. Qin said, "Yes, pick the petals in the morning, add sugar and honey and knead them to preserve the fragrance of the flowers and remove the bitterness, so that they can be made into fillings. The crust is very particular. It is not easy to make a crust and meringue. It’s the pastry in the southwest. My husband bought the recipe when he was in business. I think Nanxun should be relatively rare."

"I have eaten steamed Sophora japonica flowers and fried peonies, but this is the first time Madam's flower cake has been tasted, not even in Beijing." Mo Xingle listened, and chewed on a flower cake.

Ayao took a small bite, the skin was crispy, and the inside was filled with rose-pickled sugar, sweet on her mouth, thinking of the food list, no wonder there were several cauliflowers on the food list, of which day lilies accounted for two. It turned out that it was because of the hostess. I like flowers... Well, it seems a bit wrong?

A Yao couldn't hold the flashing tail of aura, thinking hard, wrinkling herself into a bitter face.

Mrs. Qin asked, "Not delicious?"

"Ang." A Yao regained consciousness, "It's delicious, the first time I ate it, it was too sweet..."

"What kind of flower is that? Can it be eaten?" Mo Xingle pointed to the small flower by the Quqiao, light yellow, blooming just right.

Mrs. Qin took a glance in the past, and her expression under the veil was unnatural.

The servant and the arrester came back quickly and said that the kitchen hadn’t found them,

"Have you searched my kitchen?" Madam Qin's brows were vaguely angry, and there was a trace of hidden panic.

It turned out that when A Yao asked about the flower cake, Mo Xingle took the opportunity to beckon them to go to the kitchen.

"I thought Madam had agreed to let us in." The capture officer said with a grinning grin.

"The case is serious. I only asked them to look at the kitchen. I didn't go anywhere else. If you don't believe me, ask your servants." Mo Xingle curled his lips and smiled hippiely, which means that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water. "Next, ask some elder brothers to help, take them one by one, and you will keep them for records."

"Liu'er!" Madam Qin watched her maid take away from Banting to the flower field, she was glaring at her anger, "Big brother, what do you mean?"

"This sentence should also be written down, and don't miss our word and sentence." Mo Xingle was still pointing the literate catcher, stretched his head and glanced to make sure to write it down, and answered Mrs. Qin's words, "Madam, calm down, everything matters. , This is also for your innocence, people finish the banquet here, so you can't escape suspicion."

"Now, please tell me about that day from beginning to end."

"That day……"

When Mrs. Qin said that her mouth was dry, wipe the sweat from her forehead, "I have said everything I know."

A Yao was about to cry while watching the copycats, the fonts were crooked, but she could understand them. Mo Xingle flipped through the records and twitched the corners of his mouth. "This word is really ugly." He took out a box of cinnabar from his arms, "Madam, please print your thumb on these confessions. No other meaning, just leave one. It's proof."

Mrs. Qin wanted to make a statement, read it from beginning to end, and pressed her handprint.

"Next one." Mo Xingle shouted loudly, and several people lined up outside the flower field, "Don't let those who have already talked with those who haven't talked yet!"

"So many people??" The transcript catcher counted the people outside the flower field, and copied every sentence. When would it have to be copied, it was dark in front of me, and I wanted to quit, "My lord, I'm just a catcher. , I don’t often take a pen, why don’t I go to see Master?"

"Why don't I try?" A Yao volunteered, her copying is also good for memory, maybe there are clues.

"You?" Mo Xingle frowned, and quickly shook his eyebrows, like a knife trick, and the nine rings shook together. "All right, over there, come up with an old one, and the maid will stay first." He told Ayao that if this copy is not good, he will be replaced.

A Yao nodded seriously and went all out.

Think about it, simply write your name and occupation on the paper, and the rest is the dialogue format.

The old man was a fire worker in the kitchen, and his memory was a bit confusing, so he soon let the old man paint.

"It's not bad, and the writing is good." Mo Xingle praised, "Fine, then you continue to write, no need to call people, you stay and listen, and think about it together." He quickly said to the arrester.

When it was Liu'er's turn, A Yao moved her wrists to cheer her up.

After asking for a round of irrelevant questions, Mo Xingle suddenly changed his style and became aggressive, urging Liuer to answer quickly.

"What were you doing on the day of the banquet?"

"The slave servant followed the wife and served her."

"How many kinds of food are there through your hands, and how many dishes are there on the banquet?"

"Yes...I don't remember." Liu Er hesitated, and Mo Xingle shouted, "Report the name of the dish directly!"

His eyebrows were raised in anger, like a big sword dancing in the wind, and the muscles could see the knots through the clothes, as if the clothes would be torn apart in the next moment.

Liu'er's legs trembled with fright. "Yes, there are daylily lean meat soup, peony lettuce, sophora japonica sauce, cold duck gizzards, lotus pond moonlight, assorted three fresh vegetables, roast duck with basil, glutinous rice eggs, and honey-flavored fire cubes."

It can be matched with the revised food list.

Ayao thought while copying.

"How many dishes are there, and how are the dishes served in the order?"

"Yes, there are ten dishes, Sophora japonica sauce, cold duck gizzards, three fresh assorted dishes, roasted duck with basil, moonlight in lotus pond, lean daylily broth, honey-flavored fire cube, peony lettuce, glutinous rice egg." Liu'er was trembling.

"Obviously there are nine ways, but you said there are ten, what is the tenth way! Come on!" Mo Xingle patted the table.

"Woo, it's nine, I counted wrong."

Mo Xingle "You lied! The cooking woman said that Chuanbei stewed pears were made on the stove that night. Where did this go? Who ate it!"

"It didn't go to the banquet." Liu Er was wronged and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Master Zhou came early. His wife was always kind. Hearing him cough, she asked the kitchen to stew Chuanbei pear for him. Mochizuki said she There is also loquat cream. I dissolve a cup and let Master Zhou take it. Then I changed the menu. I don't have ginseng chicken soup and scallion fried venison. God knows if the loquat cream she brought is poisonous..."

A Yao curled her lips and snorted coldly in her heart. The strange feeling grew stronger and stronger, but she couldn't tell.

"Did you drink at the banquet?"

"No, the prefect wants to drink, but Mochizuki said that Mr. Cao ran the boat the next day. Master Zhou is in trouble. His wife is a female generation. The shopkeeper Gao will have a rash on her face when drinking, so she does not drink on the table. If it wasn't for my wife, she would offend the prefect on the day Mochizuki."

"Did you drink after the banquet?"

Liuer hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

Mo Xingle asked a few other questions, and finally asked abruptly.

"How does Mrs. Qin resolve the conflict between Mochizuki and the prefect?"

"Madam finally drank some wine with the prefect."

Before leaving Qin's house, A Yao glanced at the small yellow flowers by the curved bridge. The wild flowers were tender and yellow, and fluttered in the wind.