It has been a month since Damu went to find Tian and Xian, and I had greeted Maha before.

He said he might not come to the kitchen, but Maha didn't say much after he understood it.

After Damu left, he came back to clean up and wash up in the first few days.

Gradually, the intervals became longer and longer. This time it has been more than twelve days since I came back last time.

During this period, Red has had a good business. The newly invented flower rice has become the top brand, and people need to turn the door and pick flowers.

But Maha was in trouble because Damu was back longer and there was not much seasoning left in the kitchen.

There is really no way, the flavor of the seasoning will definitely be much different if Damu brings it.

Ma Qi rushed into the kitchen for the third time today and asked, "How many more dishes can you make?"

"Another five, don't accept orders!" Maha spoke helplessly.

"But I have eighteen orders on hand! Where is Damu going?" Ma Qi said helplessly.

"Mom, find someone to repair the entire cabinet and restore the lock. I said Chihong was sick, so I asked for a week off." Maha said thinking.

"I understand, do you need me to do something?" Ma Qi asked again.

"Investigate and see who can know where Damu went in the end." Maha said that, looking at the chopping board in a daze.

Ma Qi put down the order at hand, walked out of the kitchen, stood in the hall and bowed to the old customers and new faces.

Everyone was at a loss and looked at Ma Qi: "Boss, what are you doing?"

Ma Qi said helplessly: "Chihong has become ill recently and may have to rest for a week. I haven't eaten the food yet. Next time I come and bring my handwritten list for free. I'm really embarrassed!"

"Sick? This..."

"The body is important! There is no way."

"Can ordinary dishes be provided? Are Damu and your son Maha helping the chef?"

Ma Qi bowed helplessly and sent the handwritten list: "I asked them to take care of Chihong, and now only serve snacks and beer."

Ma Qi knew that this would offend people, but now there was really no way.

The guests who didn't eat left, and the guests who were eating left.

Only some people want to drink, but there are really not many people.

Ma Qi finally got idle, waved to call the waitress beside her and said in a low voice: "Let the slum sisters gather sooner, if there is an emergency, it will be opened."

The waitress went to the slum through the red back door, while Ma Qi walked to the kitchen, and stood at the door without going in and shouting: "Son, the business has been turned down. I'll contact someone to find Damu now, don't be anxious."

"I understand, mom!" Maha replied and continued to daze in front of the stove.

Only two situations will happen, either something happened to Damu or Damu ran away.

It is also very simple to verify these two situations, which is so simple that it cannot be simpler.

Maha looked at the cabinet not far away, grabbed the kitchen knife, stepped forward and knocked it down at the cabinet.

After a few steps, the entire cabinet was deformed.

Open the entire wooden door and seven helmets are neatly stacked inside.

The thing is still there, which means that Damu has not run away.

Since I didn't run away, something must have happened.

Maha wanted to close the cabinet, but found that the cabinet was smashed by him and could not be closed at all.

Unfortunately, Damu said that he would not allow movement. Since this way, even if a new wooden door is replaced, it will be discovered.

Maha thought for a while, the subsequent kitchen would have to be stopped for at least one week because of the red fake illness. If Damu comes back, it would be better to say that Maqi renovates the kitchen. He found that it was too late for his mother to smash the cabinet, but he took it out and placed it separately as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Maha got started and took out seven helmets that were stuck together.

What Maha could not have imagined was that there were actually seven booklets at the bottom of the helmet.

Maha picked up a book, and there was only a yellow star logo on it.

Maha tried to open it and looked carefully.

Maha couldn't understand the text above. Maha was illiterate and was different from others. It must be Huang Xing's words, with seven people and seven books. Obviously, this should be something similar to battlefield notes.

Maha was holding a helmet and a notebook, planning to go home to study, so he went to the front desk and spoke to Ma Qi: "Mom, find me a teacher who understands Huang Xing's words."

After Chihong came out, Chihu Hotel has made some money over the years, so it’s not difficult to invite someone to come.

That night, someone was invited, a teacher of writing science at an age. He was from Hongxing. When he was young, he worked as a friendship ambassador for Huangxing.

Maha also made up a story for himself and said to the teacher: "Teacher, you are asking for help. You know my mother, you are the one who spent money to invite you. But I don't know who my biological father is, but now I know something. There are seven soldiers of Huang Xing, one of them may be my father. This thing is right, it should be a military log? Can you help translate it all and read it to me? The money is not a problem. I just want to see if the other party mentioned my mother or similar clues."

After listening to it, the teacher looked at Maha: "Do you want to read them all? I'm very expensive."

"It takes two hours every night. When will you finish reading it, count on what time? Just read it, and I will record it with my brain." Maha said helplessly.

"Is this too much? Your eyes can see blurry." The teacher squinted his wrinkled eyes and flipped them casually.

"Double!" Maha spoke quickly.

The teacher was stunned: "This..."

"Three times!" Maha spoke again.

The teacher smiled happily and said, "I'm not for money, I really want to help you find your father."

Maha smiled. After getting rich in Red Hotel, it really looked like a nouveau riche.

On the first day, the teacher briefly looked through and found two empty notes.

One book only changed the content of the first day without limiting the date, and the other book was written at the beginning and did not write it again.

The soldier who only wrote the beginning was called Damu, which disappointed Maha. If anyone is the easiest to tell the recipe, then it must be Damu's own notes.

But Maha still did not give up and listened to all the books.

The teacher who took the money did not dare to neglect it. Five days passed and he described all five diaries with written words without reservation.

After saying that, the teacher handed all the books back: "Five of the seven books contain content, and they all describe the same duty work. They know each other because they are all from the same corps. The article mentions three of them, but the descriptions are not consistent with your mother. I'm sorry I didn't help you. I can only take half of this money, and I'll return the rest to you."

The teacher was obviously blaming himself, but Maha shook his head: "It should be yours, it's yours, so I'll send you away?"

"Then, thank you." The teacher left the hotel with satisfaction.

Maha smiled, and it was indeed a mess after listening to all five books. He described the daily life of guarding from five perspectives.

But even with such meaningless content, Maha still found clues.

A team of seven people, a captain named Lalufa, and the remaining six are all team members. Among them, Damu is a military chef, as well as a military doctor, scout, assaulter, tactical commander, map planner and gun soldiers.

This is the specific arrangement of Huang Xingyi's entire formation, among which the two men, the military chef Damu and the tactical commander, dislike recording diaries the most.

Of the remaining five people, two were just simple records, but three were very serious, namely the captain, the scout and the military doctor.

It may be because of the relationship between three people working and they all have their own talents in writing, among which the military doctor is a conversational bloke.

The last person the teacher finished talking about today was a military doctor, and this conversation also revealed what the secret recipe for seasonings is.

There is a passage that the teacher read. Damu once borrowed some tools for grinding pills from the military doctor because the tools he had at hand were not easy to use. They were used to grind the leaves of the medicine and the roots. During this period, the two had a conflict.

The reason was that after the food was finished, the assaulter said that his stomach was ache, and then everyone's stomach hurt. After a long time of research, the military doctor suspected that Damu secretly used the stone mortar and did not report it. When the military doctor gave Damu stone mortar, he would clean it at least three times inside and outside to ensure that the medicine would not remain. So this time, the seasoning was made without cleaning, which was the reason for the assaulter's stomachache. But Damu refuted that the two people had a conflict after that. The resolution of the conflict was the captain, who applied for supplies, and asked the military doctor to open an extra stone mortar and stone stick for Damu.

In this paragraph, the military doctor wrote a complaint in his diary, that is, the big wood clearly has a wooden mortar, so why did he use stones? Compared to grinding plants, stones are more labor-saving.

This is the most important news that I got after spending a sky-high price in five days! In the army, doctors and chefs are related. The process of preparing seasoning is very similar to the process of doctors making pills. However, one is a stone mortar and the other is a wooden mortar. In order to save effort, Damu likes to borrow stone mortars to use.

At this point, Maha has also developed a research direction.

At night, I ran to the kitchen and hung a layer of seasoning residue the size of a little finger in the seasoning pot that was completely bottomed out.

After carefully wrapping it up, I waited until dawn the next day and went to the clinic one by one.

Ma Qi reported the situation to the evening and said that his own people didn't know where Damu was. No one had seen him, and the last one who saw him was half a month ago.

But Maha lost interest in Damu's affairs and went out to the clinic early in the morning.

The doctor in the clinic saw Maha coming to the clinic and asked, "Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Maha said embarrassedly: "The elderly at home have difficult and complicated diseases, and the medicine prescribed by the barefoot doctor. If you want to take it, the other party can't find it. So can you help me see it? What kind of plant is this?"

The doctors all spoke at first: "Whoever prescribes the medicine will go to! If you really want to treat the disease, the elderly at home will bring it, so I will re-prescription."

Seeing Maha take out a thick bag of gold dollars, he lowered his head with confidence, and dipped his fingers a little, then smelled it and said he didn't know.

After asking all thirteen pharmacies and clinics in one morning, they said almost the same words and paid almost the same money, but none of the doctors knew what it was.

In the afternoon, Maha changed his target and asked if there were any doctors from Blue Star or Huang Star. He did find three or four, but he also said that he didn't quite understand what the herbs in Maha were.

Just when Maha was about to give up and felt that this road might not work.

The last doctor tasted it and said with a slight smirk: "I have used this thing, what kind of old man used it. Find someone named Kaku next door, he has what you want!"

According to the other party's request, Maha went to the black market he had never been to.

The black market is a three-in-one area, just in a small alley in the downtown area.

Security personnel never patrol near this place, and this entire dark alley sells many strange illegal buildings. They all come from other planets through smuggling, and there are almost all kinds of strange things.
To be continued...