Chen Xingyao was so smelled by the smell of fruit wood that was permeating the air, and was stunned by Zhen Zhen's sudden question.

The expression on the little girl's face was so serious that she was very serious. Then he had to answer seriously. He had to use the data to speak. After recalling, the man's voice was clear, "I'll tell us about the statistics of our Public Security Bureau."

Zhen Zhen muttered in her heart, when did the Public Security Bureau become the Civil Affairs Bureau and also count the relevant data on marriage and love?

"Every year, the bureau's investigation is completed and the proportion of the murder cases submitted to the procuratorate for review and prosecution is 37 years ago and 39 last year. This year's statistics are just completed, and external pressure is great. There are nearly 100 more intentional homicide cases this year than in previous years. Among the 2,500 murder cases, there are 1,000 mixed murder cases in economic and emotional disputes, and the proportion has increased by one point."

Zhen Zhen: “…”

After talking about the data, Officer Chen raised his hand and stroked the duck feather that Zhen Zhen was sorting out, and talked about the case again, "I graduated and entered the Public Security Bureau. The first case I took over was the death of an old lady. The deceased was 71 years old, with no wounds on his body, and died in the bed. At this age, it is normal to die in the sleep. Originally, the bureau did not prepare to file a case. Forensic Lao Li was careful and found abnormalities in the lungs of the deceased during the autopsy.

The case was quickly solved. The one who killed the old lady was not someone else, but her husband who had been sleeping with her for almost fifty years. The old man explained without much resistance. There was nothing else for the reason for the murder. He had been married for more than fifty years and was scolded for more than fifty years. He hated her so much that he got up in the middle of the night and suffocated the person to death with a pillow."

Zhen Zhen, who tries to make a duck down pillow for the treasure house: "..."

A question with a score was answered by someone to a real question with a score.

Officer Chen is a personal love murder case database. When he talks, the most bizarre couple love murder was transferred out of his memory. Just as he was about to start speaking, the B-machine hanging on his waist rang, and it was sent by Zhanbei Police Station.

After seeing the text on the B-machine, Officer Chen's originally gentle expression turned cold. He stood up and did not go out immediately. He supported the table with both hands and bent over to warn Zhen, "The previous half month was indeed the tranquility before the storm. There was just a case of murder, robbery, and corpse rape in the north of the city. The victim was a young single woman, and it was not possible to be a love kill. Be careful recently. Even if there is a police station next to him, don't take it lightly. I'll leave first."

Traitor?!

Zhen Zhen’s longing and doubts about love were wiped out by Officer Chen so that there was no spark left.

After taking a look, I pulled out the egg from the owl's belly and wrapped it around the stool twice, thinking to myself, "What kind of love is not love?"

The child had enough eggs and let go of the rope in his hand. Mr. Chen's toys are of good quality and excellent telescopic performance. The eggs retracted back to the owl's belly. The treasure house sniffed the fragrance of fruit wood floating all over the room and touched the deflated belly, "Sister, eat roast duck."

"I'll bake it for you." Love is too illusory and easy to die, so eating is the most realistic.

All the people who entered the house and robbed the New Year’s goods that Chen Daqian took over and the duck feathers on the table were all brought upstairs.

The rich father spent a lot of money and sent five bundles of money, one bundle of ten thousand, and ordered everything on the New Year’s goods list. The 50,000 yuan piled together was heavy, and the money was more real than love. She should work hard to make money.

Down from the upper floor, the fruit wood in the air was full of fragrance, and it was time to let the ducks go into the oven.

Zhen Zhen, a former old man from Peking, was very good at roast duck. In an old restaurant, the ducks that entered the oven were tender ducks with a growth period of 35 days. Eight meals a day and ten days of feeding them are called cramming ducks. The plump cramming duck has a short growth period and rich oil, so the roasted meat will be more fragrant and tender.

She is not a specialty in roast duck, and there is no need to cram duck. However, the ducks she bought this time are flower ducks of good variety. Puhe is a tributary of the Liaohe River. The water quality is good. The ducks grow up with fish and shrimps and grow fat. Even if they don’t cram ducks, the taste of the roasted ducks will not be bad.

As soon as the roast duck was hung into the stove, the treasure house and Gudu went nowhere. The big eyes stared at the roast duck that was sizzling with oil, and the small mouth kept stammering. The fat roast duck reflected in the center of the four round pupils.

Zhen Zhen, who was busy steaming lotus leaf cakes, was about to be amused by the two little ones' greed.

She took three steps to do things. The roast duck not only had to feed children and kittens, but also had to climb the dining table for the people of the provincial capital during the Spring Festival. Although there was no Quanjude and barbecue season, the original flavored zhai stood in the provincial capital for many years, and the city people's acceptance of roast duck was much higher than that of braised goose.

Roasted duck is the highlight of the New Year’s goods list. Although it cannot be cooked and eaten immediately, she made a special treatment and took the roast duck home and fryed it in a frying pan. The taste will not be too discounted.

Although the winter solstice has passed, the sky is short and the night is long. At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is already dark. Lao Pu came in from outside with a large basin on his head. Before the Spring Festival every year, the store will sell cakes to increase income. He is very strong. After his tempering, the cakes are dense and delicate, and the quality is much better than those sold on the small streets of the market. The sales are very good. In addition to selling them by themselves, this year, he also supplies Zhen Zhen.

With the extra income, Lao Pu was in a good mood. He hummed a large basin on his head and entered the door with a folk song of the Korean people. "In the blue sky and the Milky Way..." He sang halfway and smelled the fragrance, "Oh my god, it smells so good. Zhen Zhen, you roast duck. I'll make these white glutinous rice and big yellow rice you want to make samples. Come out and see if it's fine, do you need to beat it again?"

The treasure house was the first to run out of the kitchen and excitedly invited, "Everyone comes to my house and eat roast duck!"

Zhen Zhen poked his head out from the kitchen door, "Uncle Park, I don't have to worry about the rice you made, don't look at it. You put the big basin on the bar first. I will be out of business after I sold the takeaway tonight. You all come to your house to eat roast duck, and let's discuss the division of labor in detail."

"The ducks are expensive, so you can keep them for yourself. Your Aunt Park will also roast them. If you want to eat them, we will make them for them." Lao Pu didn't want to take advantage of the two children, so he waved his hand to push them.

"If you come, come, come. The apple wood was made from the village. Uncle Liu helped transport it back. The converter made by the master Yang of Sister Xiaoyan's house was very good. The duck was evenly burned and the skin was roasted so crispy. You have made contributions to eating the roast duck. "Zhen Zhen Zhen told the child, "Treasure House put on a cotton jacket and go with Uncle Park to ask someone to come to the house for roast duck."

"Oh." The child responded loudly. Without help, he put on his cotton jacket. Little Red Riding Hood buckled his head and dragged Lao Pu's big hand to his door. He walked out of the door, urging him, "Hurry, I'll eat it in a while." The two brothers were flirting with each other because of the roast duck.

After busy selling takeout for an hour, Zhen Zhen put on a sign of closing, opened the private room, and invited the neighbors to eat roast duck.

Zhong Xiaoyan arrived before the voice came, "I haven't made any money yet, Zhen Zhen, why are we celebrating in advance?" She entered the door with a large pot of casings she had sorted out to make an enema. Her son followed her in with the treasure house's little hand.

Zhen Zhen handed the plate of roast duck to Sister Xiaoyan, took the casing and sent it back to the kitchen, and brought it out to the cumin duck. She smiled and joked: "I haven't officially invited you to dinner when I opened the business. I originally wanted to treat dumplings to the Winter Solstice, but I was so busy that I didn't have time to eat it. Today, four ducks were roasted in one stove. Everyone is full, so I have to help me with my work."

"Zhen Zhen Zhen opened a shop differently, she became a little profiteer." Aunt Zhao and his wife also smiled in with a braised pork spice bag that they had been divided in the afternoon. Behind them was a tall and thin boy. She had seen him several times. She was the youngest son of Aunt Zhao and Uncle Liu. She was in the first year of high school in the provincial capital. She usually lives in the school and only came back to live for two days after the end of the month. She studied well and was the hope of the whole family.

All high schools in the city have a holiday. In the afternoon, Baoqin got the transcript and went home with his schoolbag. The Yucai High School he was studying should have a holiday.

Baoqin doesn't like to meet Liu Hongfeng, who is the same class as her. She was already quite good at her Korean high school, but she was not enough to watch it when compared with this person. This person is someone else's child in her parents' mouth. As long as she watches TV for a while, the frequency of the name Liu Hongfeng's appearance will increase rapidly, and she is simply a TV nemesis.

He rolled his eyes secretly, and Liu Hongfeng, who was sitting opposite, also smiled provocatively at Baoqin. Zhen Zhen, who was standing in the middle, was in the second duck in the scene, felt the fighting between the two of them, and felt funny. It seemed that this was a pair of little enemies.

There were not so many things to pay attention to among the neighbors. Everyone found a place to sit and prepared to eat. Seeing that the duck meat on the plate was reshaped by Zhen Zhen, the light was shining with a bronze luster. No one wanted to be the first to reach out to destroy the beauty of the duck meat.

Zhen Zhen smiled, "I only put it in my style for fun. In fact, the roast duck was only raised when we arrived in the north. It was very particular about eating it. In the south, it was a roast duck. The roast duck started from Nanjing and passed Shandong and rolled up green onions. There was a sauce dish. In fact, it was not as delicious as it tasted when I ate it.

Aunt Park, don’t just look at it, eat it quickly, dip the skin into white sugar, and the sweet ones are even more fragrant. In addition to lotus leaf cakes with scallions and scallions, I also baked the sesame cakes. You can dig a spoonful of garlic paste and lean meat with lean meat to eat the best."

Everyone didn't move, so I took a lotus leaf cake, spread the pancake on a plate, applied sweet noodles sauce and shredded scallion, and finally put a piece of duck meat, rolled it into a cylindrical cake body, and served the children who had to leave their saliva to eat first.

The treasure house was like a hungry owl cub, tilting its head, opening its little red mouth, waiting for its sister to feed it. As soon as the pancake was put into its mouth, the millet teeth were crunched up and down, it was crispy and fragrant, so delicious. The silly child bent his big eyes and showed a cute smile to his sister.

Seeing Zhen Zhen start to move, everyone also picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

Zhen Zhen’s duck was thin, with a piece of duck skin, subcutaneous fat and duck meat. Lao Pu rolled one and praised it after eating it, "Zhen Zhen, your roast duck skin is so crispy, it is not greasy yet. Your Aunt Park’s roast duck is not as delicious as yours."

Aunt Park also nodded, "Why is the roast duck I made not as fragrant as you? Is it because of the stove?"

Before Zhen Zhen could return to her, her two dead children in unison broke the floor in unison, "Take it down, the furnace was unjustly killed."

Aunt Park was so angry that she wanted to beat someone up. Everyone was amused. Zhen Zhen’s cooking skills were all used. Not only was the fish well cooked, but the roast duck was also at the same level. The duck skin was crispy, the duck meat was tender, the cake was crunchy, and even the sweet noodle sauce was sweet and fresh. The cumin duck stand was so crispy that it could be swallowed with bones.

Uncle Liu put in a big truth, "A man, if you want to be happy, you have to eat meat."

Zhen Zhen used the duck oil dripping from roast duck to the treasure house, Yang Le, and two high school students who needed to use their brains to steam the chicken cakes. The remaining duck stand was boiled a pot of thick soup, and was ready to take it home for everyone to eat in the morning. This is the most authentic one duck and three meals.

He said that he was asking everyone to discuss the division of labor for New Year goods. The division of labor had been discussed earlier, but Zhen Zhen found a reason casually, but Lao Pu and others took it seriously and could not eat the child's food for nothing, so they must do a good job.

Zhao Hua thought for a while and said, "Aunt Zhao has sold pickles for so many years and has a good grasp of seasonings. If you have a large batch of braised pork, your stove is not enough. If you want to rest assured me, go to my house to braised food. I will help you watch it on the heat to ensure hygiene."

Park Aishun responded, "I can handle the stove enough, and I will follow your command."

Zhong Xiaoyan also said, "Sister Yan can't cook, so I'll leave all the work I'll do. I'll pull my Yang Tao off the mahjong table and ask him to deliver the goods to you."

Adults come and go, and children will feed back. After eating several duck rolls rolls made by my sister. The treasure house stood on the stool, stretched out a small oily hand and hooked a pancake crust, picked up a few shredded green onion, and his family dug a spoonful of sauce towards his family, and put three slices of duck meat in a real way. The fat little hands were not satisfied with stacking them horizontally, and then counted them. He rolled a roll of pancake that was leaking and flowing with sauce to his sister, and handed them to his sister's mouth, saying domineeringly: "Eat!"

Should I believe in love? Zhen Zhen didn’t think clearly, but there is something she firmly believes in, she firmly believes in love, she firmly believes in the friendship of her neighbors, and the love of her younger brother and the kitten.

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