The leisurely life of rebirth

"How long will Yu Changlong's illness last?" He Junyao asked without stopping with his chopsticks in his hand and without looking up.

Fang Monan paused with his chopsticks and said, "It will take more than a week before his legs are almost fully recovered, but if he wants to walk, he still needs to rebuild. Rehabilitation is very long, even longer than treatment. But these are all

Leave it to the professionals at the hospital! We won’t compete with others.”

He Junyao nodded and looked at Fang Monan with soft eyes.

"As expected of a century-old store, the taste is not bad!" Fang Monan raised his eyes just in time to see his tender eyes, and joked, "Don't you think I'm prettier than flowers again?"

"Ahem...eat!"[

"Hehe... this white meat casserole is so delicious!" Fang Monan looked at He Junyao's embarrassment and said with a silly smile.

The white meat in the casserole is dipped in oil, minced garlic, pickled chive flowers, fermented bean curd juice and chili oil. The soup is rich in flavor, the meat is fresh and tender, fat but not greasy, and thin but not woody. Fang Monan's meal is fragrant and his mouth is full of oil.

"In the depth of winter, eating a casserole with white meat will be fragrant in your mouth and warm in your heart." He Junyao finished serving Brother Yu before starting to eat.

Next, just focus on eating, which will naturally make you go faster.

Fang Monan put down his chopsticks after eating and drinking. He Junyao also ate to the fullest. The two of them paid the bill, got dressed, and walked out.

He Junyao went to the bathroom, so Fang Monan and Brother Yu stood in the corridor waiting for them. While she was doing nothing, she looked at the building. The interior decoration was typical of the Qing Dynasty palace style.

It’s no wonder that Casserole Ju was originally a model of official cuisine. The Qing court had a unique Manchu custom of eating the sacred meat sacrificed by the emperor on the second day of the first lunar month every year. The pigs used for sacrifices must be pure black.

The roots are mixed with hair. Therefore, the people call this kind of black pig used to worship gods "Hei Ye".

After offering sacrifices to the gods, they were distributed to the ministers of the bodyguard to eat. The large pieces of pork were not salted, and soy sauce was not allowed in the ancestral system, making it a veritable "white meat." The emperor and queen led hundreds of officials to offer sacrifices, and the queen personally took care of the sacrificial meat and rewarded the princes and ministers with "Jin Ke"

In Manchu dialect, "eating" is called "eating sacrificial meat".

When eating meat offered to gods, both monarchs and ministers do not add any condiments. They eat the white meat with their mouths open, also known as "eating crystal rice". This is essentially a "meal to remember bitterness". The royal family feasted the ministers in this way in the hope that everyone would not forget the past days of hunting and shooting.

The hard life of riding has made it possible for future generations to remember Manchu customs.

It is a reward from the emperor. Even if it tastes like white meat, the princes and ministers have to eat it. The guards on duty are miserable, especially those who work at night in the palace. They just return to the office after get off work in the early morning every morning. The boiled meat is served on time, and no one can swallow it. The palace came up with various countermeasures.

Among them, the guard who was on duty at the Qianqing Palace came up with a way: secretly prepare a kind of papyrus soaked in soy sauce. When eating, soak the papyrus in the broth and eat the meat in the broth. It can be used as soy sauce.

Name, it does not violate the ancestral system.

To say that the Qing Palace White Pork is cooked with great skill, it is done with great skill. The slices of meat are about the size of the palm of your hand, some are fat or thin, and the slices are so thin that they can be compared with the mutton head meat sold in the capital in winter. It is really creamy and moist, and as thin as paper.

Of course, the white meat is dipped in sauce and eaten in rolls. It is sweet and delicious, fat but not greasy. But if you eat it dry, it will naturally not taste so good.

When the royal family had some surplus meat from the sacrificial meat, they gave the sacrificial whole pigs to the watchmen. Later, the watchmen cooperated with the chefs who had served in the imperial kitchen to cook the meat in a large casserole about four feet in diameter.

Meat. That pot is said to be a large casserole from the Ming Dynasty, but it is actually an iron pot with a half-cut rim of a vat attached to it. Because of this large casserole, over time, people also called Heshun Ju the casserole house.

Fang Monan was standing outside the corridor, watching in a trance, when a strong impact knocked her back two steps and bumped into a familiar chest before she stabilized her body.

He Junyao saw this scene when he came out of the bathroom. He was so frightened that he caught Fang Monan as fast as he flew, "Nan'er, are you okay?"

Brother Yu flew up and flapped his wings, glaring at the person who hit him with his eagle eyes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet. I'm so sorry!" The person who came was bent over with his legs clamped, with a look of pain on his face.

He Junyao narrowed his eyes. He was obviously trying to catch Brother Yu, but he was not blind! He looked at his waist with a meaningful look, and he calmly pulled Fang Monan and turned his body.[

When Fang Monan raised his eyes to look at him, he was alert and said, "When people have three urgent needs, you should leave first!" Although he was shocked in his heart, his face remained calm. He picked up his toes and whispered in He Junyao's ear,

"He has a gun in his hand, but he is not an official, and he has a human life on his back."

Brother Yu's spirituality is much stronger than that of humans, so he flapped his wings without stopping and made a harsh neighing sound.

"Idiot!" Fang Monan wished he could pull out all the hair on Brother Yu's body.

Just when he and He Junyao passed by, they both took action at the same time. He touched his waist, and He Junyao struck out with a secret force, and the palm wind directly hit his Dantian. Before the gun was drawn out, the man directly

He flew backwards and hit the wall directly at such a close distance. He made a loud noise and fell to the ground. The wooden wall shook half of the wall and covered him.

, but the person was motionless.

He Junyao thought about it and the gun naturally fell into his hand. Nan'er said that he was not an official, "The May 4th pistol is either imported from abroad or used by the police. The police ones have serial numbers. I believe they will be available soon."

Relevant information."

There was such a big commotion in He Junyao's place, and someone in the store had already called the police.

Soon the police from the police station arrived. Seeing the gun in He Junyao's hand, the police comrades raised their guns one after another and said, "Hands up!"

One of the tall police officers walked towards He Junyao, and his colleague behind him shouted anxiously, "Madman, what are you doing? I didn't see a gun in his hand!"

He walked up to He Junyao and raised a military salute. "Pah... Captain!"

Suddenly my jaw was broken to pieces, we know each other!

"Feng Zhi!" He Junyao looked at the handsome face in front of him. The familiar face brought back his memories, and he shouted immediately.

"Yes! Captain!" Feng Zhi said excitedly with tears in his eyes. He didn't expect to see the captain again.

"Brother Qi! One of our own!" Feng Zhi turned around and said to his colleagues. Then he turned back and said, "Captain, what's going on!"

"This is on him. The origin of this gun is unknown. Go back and check and it will definitely come out." He Junyao put the gun into the plastic bag that was handed to Feng Zhi.

When Feng Zhi saw the gun in He Junyao's hand, his eyes suddenly shrank, he handed the May 4th pistol to his colleague, took out the handcuffs, and cuffed the dangerous person who was still lying on the ground.

The man on the ground woke up in a daze and shook his head. The cold handcuffs made him regain his consciousness immediately. He shouted frantically, "Comrade police, why did you arrest me? Beat me for his sake. You

Why are you arresting me?"

"What's the name! Be honest!" Feng Zhi slapped him so hard that his eyes were filled with stars.

"Boy, look what this is?" Brother Qi waved the gun in front of his eyes.

"This... this gun..." This time he was really doomed. If he confessed, he would die. If he didn't confess, it might be delayed for a while. The man simply closed his eyes and ignored the police's questions.

This man felt so frustrated! He traveled to so many places and did so many jobs, but the police couldn't find him. Who knew that this was just seeing Hai Dongqing, and he felt itchy, and he just had an idea.

, and it didn’t succeed, so I just let it go, but I didn’t expect that it would fall on these two people. It was really a boat capsized in the gutter.

His hometown is in the Northeast, but he is really rare about Haidongqing, especially when he saw the top-quality jade claws, he was so itchy that he wanted to snatch them from a girl, but he couldn't do it. Unexpectedly...

"You won't tell me, right? When you shed tears...take them away!" Brother Qi shouted.[

The two policemen behind him stepped forward and lifted the man up.

The people's policemen have seen this kind of people so many times that they really didn't shed tears until they saw the coffin. When they returned to the police station and checked, everything was clear. Don't be afraid even if you don't tell them!

He Junyao stepped forward and patted Feng Zhi on the shoulder, "I'll leave this to you."

He Junyao took out some money from his pocket and handed it to the lobby manager who was standing outside watching, "Repair fee." Then he hugged Fang Monan and went downstairs!

"Madman, he...he just left like this...how to write this record!" one of the policemen shouted.

"Let's talk about it when we get back!" Brother Qi said.

Sitting in Luse's canvas jeep, Brother Qi looked at Feng Zhi and asked, "Who was that person just now?"

"The old leader of my army." Feng Zhi said excitedly.

"I remember you were from the special brigade, right?" Brother Qi asked with a trembling mouth.

"Um!"

Brother Qi took a deep breath and stopped asking any more questions.

Inside the police station, Feng Zhi, Brother Qi and the others were guarding the fax machine in the office, waiting for feedback from the bureau.

"xxx, 30 years old, from xxx city in Northeast China. In 1983, he killed the resident policeman to seize the gun and then escaped. In 1989, he robbed a cash transport truck in a southern city with 200,000 in cash and killed four guards.

Cashier, a nationally wanted criminal!"

The public security department has a network system that records detailed records of criminals on the run across the country. After waiting for less than half an hour, the report was sent. On the fax was a clearly identifiable photo.

"Tsk, tsk... This kid is so brave, he actually hid under the emperor's feet." One of the policemen said.

"Yes, it's this person, five lives! But how to write this report!"

The policemen in the office all looked at Feng Zhi, and they could not hide their envious eyes. There was no doubt that the captain made it clear that he did not want to stand out, so the first effort to catch this big fish would definitely fall on Feng Zhi.

However, Feng Zhi is not stupid either. He is a kind person. He directly said that it was everyone’s contribution. It was really a big pie that was thrown directly on the head of their police station. (To be continued...)