Police Detective

Bai Song never considered himself a big shot.

Everyone's life is actually a book, which may have ups and downs, or may be as plain as water. Once one day, the last page of the book is closed, and the rest will be just the comments of subsequent readers.

Some people will have a few close friends during their lifetime, and a few descendants who care about them. Only these few people will talk about this book; some people will read it and comment on it. Whether it is right or wrong, future generations will always comment on it. Not bad.

After Bai Song finished his meal, he politely exchanged a few words with the boss.

In fact, the restaurants in these places are not enemies. If there is only one store here, then there will be no customers to eat at all. But there are dozens of various small stores here, which will have a cluster effect, attracting more people to come and choose.

However, we have to admit that if a store does good business, it will be jealous of nearby stores.

A very strange thought, but it does exist.

After looking around, Bai Song saw a restaurant with "Jinxi Sliced ​​Noodles" written on it and walked in slowly. Fei Peng mentioned Dashan City in Dashan Province, and Bai Song was very interested in this.

The boss is an authentic native of Dashan Province, and his noodles are also considered authentic. This kind of small shop has some skills, but due to the limitations of thinking and materials, it is unrealistic to really make high-quality products.

"Hello, what would you like to eat?" The boss was still very enthusiastic, but he probably didn't recognize Bai Song. After all, Bai Song had never been to this store as a police officer, and he was not wearing a uniform, so it was normal for him not to recognize him.

"Oh, we've had lunch, so I came here to ask you, what time does our place usually open in the evening? In addition to noodles, do we also have stir-fry dishes?" Bai Song said casually.

"In the evening, usually at half past nine, our store has some cold dishes and steamed buns, and then braised pork, and not much else. Why, there are several people coming to eat at night?"

"Not sure yet. Let me take a look first." Bai Song looked at it and said, "Our place is very clean."

"It's okay, it's okay. You still have to pay attention to the environment when eating."

"Well, the environment is nice, and the noodles are probably delicious. It's a pity that I'm full, otherwise I would have a bowl first." Bai Song chatted one after another: "Boss, are you from Dashan Province?"

"Yes, in Tianhua City, the people who make noodles are basically our fellow villagers."

"Oh, it's not easy to open a shop so far away and leave your home and business." Bai Song picked up a bottle of vinegar and asked, "The vinegar here is also brought here from the local area?"

"Hey, that's not true. Every year when I go home in the first month of the year, I always bring some vinegar back. Usually in January and February, it's all vinegar from my hometown. Now these are vinegars bought locally, and there's still a gap between them and the ones we have over there." The boss said. He said very proudly.

"That's true. Wait, at the end of the year, if I still remember, I have to come over and ask you to bring me a bottle of vinegar to try when I go back. I have long heard that the aged vinegar you have is very authentic. "Bai Song said.

"This is no problem." The boss was very happy. This young man praised him so well.

"Boss, how often do you usually come home?"

"I just went back for the New Year, what's wrong?"

"Oh, I just want to ask, there are so many fellow villagers here, have any of them returned to Dashan Province recently? I'm so greedy after what you said, I want to find someone to bring me some vinegar."

"I don't know about them. There are basically no restaurants around here from my fellow countrymen, but there are a few in the market. Can I ask them for you?" The boss was very enthusiastic.

"No need, just tell me, I might even know you." Bai Song smiled heartily: "I've never been to our noodle shop, but I still go to the market."

"Ha, there are only two families left now. The one selling pickles at the door is Lao Li, the one selling vegetables, and the one selling vegetables is Sister Wang. But they probably don't go back very often, but it's hard to say. Sister Wang sometimes comes back during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Going back."

"Yeah." Bai Song pointed to the big pot: "Boss, please pack a piece of braised beef for me, a bigger one."

"Hey, okay!" The boss was very happy.

Bai Song had troubled the boss for so long. Although he was not hungry, he still spent dozens of dollars and left happily carrying the bag and putting the beef in the car.

Bai Song, the vegetable seller, was not familiar with Sister Wang, but she still met Li Baisong all the time. It can't be considered acquaintance, even if they meet each other all the time, it can be considered acquaintance.

After putting away the beef, Bai Song went directly to Lao Li.

You sweat more in summer, so pickles generally sell better than in winter, but there are still not many customers coming to buy them at noon, especially since it is already past the cooking time, and basically no one buys seasonings.

Lao Li was playing with his mobile phone. From the outside, Bai Song seemed to be playing Landlords, but he was a little distracted. Bai Song saw Bai Song as soon as he came and didn't even hold his mobile phone securely.

"Officer Bai!" Lao Li greeted: "You're off work. Come and visit the market?"

"Well, let's take a look around." Bai Song didn't leave in a hurry this time. He looked at Lao Li's pile of pickle jars and said, "I heard that the pickled mustard here is pretty good. Why, is your hometown from Peiling?"

"No, no, I'm not from that place, but my pickled mustard, well, I did learn it from an expert. Officer Bai, to tell you the truth, I spent 1,000 yuan on this recipe." Old Li's expression Xiaoyou proudly said: "Use a knife to cut a piece first and taste it."

"Okay, let me have a taste." Bai Song took the knife and cut a small piece. Well, it was indeed pretty good. In fact, he just ran out of things to talk about and just chatted about which ones were good and which ones were bad. However, Pickle Lee has been selling here for many years, so he always has two brushes.

"How's it going? Is it authentic?" Lao Li was also very proud, a bit like the noodle shop owner when he was praised.

"Not bad, Lao Li. I couldn't tell that you, a person from Dashan Province, still have such skills. Okay, not bad. I'll buy some." Bai Song looked back at Pickle Li.

Lao Li was stunned for a moment, but it only lasted less than half a second. "Officer Bai, you know where I am from."

"I've seen the list of the bosses of our market. I remember that you seem to be from Dashan Province, but I'm not sure. Now that you said you're not from Peiling, you should be right." Bai Song smiled: "You Where in Dashan Province are you from?”

"Ah? Oh, I'm from Yangzhi County, but I only go home once a year." Lao Li nodded.

"Oh oh oh, okay, weigh me some pickles. If you have any other delicious pickles, weigh some for me too. I'll eat them tonight." Bai Song took out his wallet.

When Lao Li heard this, he immediately pointed to a few pickles: "That's it. These are the best-selling ones. I'll pack them for you. Don't worry."

What's the rush? Bai Song looked at the market absently. Who is the vegetable seller, Sister Wang?