Long Xu shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't see it! Boss, you are quite violent."

Hu Pingtao looked solemn: "Don't say that. In fact, I don't want to do that either. But sometimes when I try to reason with these people about the rule of law, they can't listen to a word. In contrast, let them eat something.

The bitter effect is much better."

"In addition, this kind of public behavior has a deterrent effect to a certain extent."

As he was talking, the phone rang.

Long Xu was very close, picked up the phone, said a few "hmm" and then hung up.

Hu Pingtao asked: "Is this a call from the command center?"

Long Xu nodded, stood up, and picked up the equipment on the table: "Let's go! This is our life of hard work."

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There is a snack bar called "Big Pot King" on the side street. The owner is from the north and specializes in pasta. Especially the fried noodles and fried pancakes, which have good taste and texture, and diners flock to it.

When Hu Pingtao and others arrived at the entrance of the snack bar, a crowd of people had already gathered there. A man and a woman in the circle were confronting each other and yelling fiercely.

"Are you blind? This is obviously bean paste stuck to the lunch box, but you are trying to find trouble. I'm warning you, if you talk nonsense again, I will deal with you."

"You are the blind man. This is obviously blood, okay! The people in your store are not hygienic and put blood on the fried noodles I ordered. See for yourself, how do you eat this?"

"Eat it or not. Get out of here and don't get in the way of my business."

"Why are you scolding people? Are you still justified if you did something wrong?"

"Why did I scold you? You are so paralyzed that you came to my store to cause trouble because of your own problems. I am being very polite by not arresting you and beating you up. What else do you want? Are you looking for a beating?"

"What are you doing! I've already called 110 to call the police. Just wait, the police will be here soon."

During the quarrel, Hu Pingtao, Long Xu and Cui Wen squeezed into the crowd. Seeing this, the two parties immediately stopped talking. The woman seemed to have seen a savior and rushed over at a trot, with a face full of surprise: "Comrade police, you can be regarded as

Coming."

Hu Pingtao nodded slightly and asked, "What happened?"

The woman pointed at the middle-aged man standing opposite and shouted angrily: "There is something wrong with the fried noodles he bought. There is blood in it."

Hu Pingtao frowned and asked, "Don't be anxious. Let's put things aside for a while. Please show your respective ID cards."

The woman's name is Zhang Lizhu, a resident who lives nearby.

The man's name is Yang Yong, and he is the owner of this snack bar.

Zhang Lizhu opened the lunch box she had been holding in front of everyone.

There was a plastic bag wrapped around the lunch box, and there was a printed receipt hanging near the handle. Hu Pingtao picked it up and looked at it. He compared the name and found that the order was made in the store.

The lunch box contained fried noodles and the ingredients were tomatoes and scrambled eggs.

Hu Pingtao raised his head, pointed at Yang Yong who was standing opposite, and asked Zhang Lizhu: "Did you buy this from his store?"

Zhang Lizhu explained: "I have eaten in his store before and thought the fried noodles tasted good, so today I ordered fried noodles with tomatoes and eggs. I placed the order at Huang Tuantuan, and the delivery speed was quite fast. It took less than two seconds.

It arrived in ten minutes. But when I opened it, I found blood in the lunch box."

When Yang Yong heard this from the opposite side, he shouted: "Hey, please be polite. What does blood mean? I already said it was bean paste, okay?"

Zhang Lizhu suddenly turned her head and glared at him: "You are still a man, so you dare to do it but don't take it seriously, right? It's obviously blood!"

Suddenly, the scene that had just been quiet became intense again.

"It's red bean paste!"

"It's blood!"

"Smelly bitch, are you looking for a beating?"

"Fight! Come on! The police are still so arrogant to you. If you dare to touch me, try it. I will make you walk around without food."

Seeing that the situation might get out of control at any time, Hu Pingtao quickly stepped forward and stood between the two of them: "Okay, don't argue, let's clarify the matter first. Whoever I let speak, whoever speaks, don't interrupt."

After speaking, he turned to Yang Yong and gave a serious warning: "Both of you have the right to state the facts, it's just a matter of who comes first. What are you in a hurry for?"

Yang Yong frowned: "This woman's words are too unpleasant, and she is simply spreading rumors."

Hu Pingtao raised his finger and pointed at Cui Wen, who was holding a law enforcement recorder: "When we deal with the case, we have to film the whole process. No matter what she says, we have records, and so do you. Anyway, the principle is not to unjustly accuse a good person. , and never let a bad person go."

He then turned to Zhang Lizhu: "You speak first."

Zhang Lizhu seemed to have received a reassurance. She opened the lunch box, held it in front of Hu Pingtao with her hands, pointed at the cold and hard fried noodles: "Officer, look at it, I really didn't say anything nonsense, the noodles here are really..." There’s blood!”

Following the direction she pointed, Hu Pingtao saw a little red stain on the inside of the lunch box near the edge.

Some of it has been mixed with oil and noodles and turned brown.

Some of them were scattered in dots, and the sade was everywhere, both inside and outside the lunch box, which was very obvious.

Seeing that Hu Pingtao was watching carefully, Yang Yong suddenly said from the side: "This takeout has been delivered, who knows if she did it herself. I have been running this store for several years, and I have seen all kinds of monsters and monsters." People often order from outside and then find trouble with various reasons, either claiming a refund, or asking for a new one after eating half of the food... It all happens like this, so I don't want to open this store. I just want to help the poor. "

Hu Pingtao turned around and took a deep look at Yang Yong. The latter quickly shrank his neck and remained silent.

Although Yang Yong interrupted, what he said did make sense.

Zhang Lizhu was very smart. She saw the confusion in Hu Pingtao's eyes and quickly took out her mobile phone to explain: "I didn't do anything. I really didn't."

With that said, she clicked on the screen of her phone, found a video, and handed it to Hu Pingtao.

The content of the video is very simple. It shows the whole process of the courier boy delivering the fried noodles to Zhang Lizhu, and her opening the plastic bag and opening the lunch box in front of the other party.

Zhang Lizhu explained: "I often order takeout. In the past, half of the takeout has been eaten, and it has also been deliberately soiled. I go to the store to argue with them. If I encounter someone who is reasonable, I will change it. If I encounter someone who is unreasonable, I will not understand at all. I later learned a lot about it. Every time a courier delivers something to my door, I have to take out my phone in front of the courier and take a video to keep as evidence."

Long Xu couldn't help laughing at the side: "Listen to what you said, I have suffered a lot in the past!"

Zhang Lizhu said angrily: "I don't want to do this either! Not only is it time-consuming and labor-intensive, but it's also troublesome...Well, officer, look at the video screen. I didn't get these messy things in, right?"

Hu Pingtao watched the entire video carefully and nodded slowly: "You didn't do it, it was originally stained on the lunch box. Especially here, look at the piece between the noodles and the box, it should be fried noodles. I accidentally got it in when I was loading lunch boxes."

With the affirmation and support from the police, Zhang Lizhu felt reassured. She raised her head, looked at Yang Yong standing opposite, and sneered triumphantly: "Did you hear that, the police have said that it is your store's problem."

Yang Yong opened his mouth and shouted without thinking: "So what? I told you it was bean paste... red bean paste, I got it in accidentally."

"Red bean paste?" Hu Pingtao was surprised: "Red bean paste is actually put in fried noodles? Isn't your noodles fried with eggs and tomatoes?"

Yang Yong said confidently: "My store is only a big place. I make fried noodles and fried pancakes, and pancakes with different fillings. Not to mention bean paste, even beef filling and pickled cabbage filling are often mixed together. I I think this is understandable. After all, when you are busy, you can’t take care of so much.”

As he said that, he glanced at Zhang Lizhu and said unhappily: "What's wrong with the fried noodles with some bean paste? Isn't it still inedible? You are not the son of a dragon, so you have to make such a big deal. movement."

Zhang Lizhu never dreamed that Yang Yong would say this. For a moment, she felt as if there were piles of green-headed flies flying around in her head, making a deafening "buzzing" sound.

After a long time, she finally came to her senses and glared at Yang Yong angrily: "You...you..."

She was so angry that she kept the words she had planned to respond to in her chest, but she just couldn't say them out.

Seeing this, Hu Pingtao stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed down on Zhang Lizhu, and advised: "Don't be anxious, we can find out the right and wrong, and whose responsibility is whose."

He immediately turned to the shop owner Yang Yong, pointed to the lunch box placed on the small table next to him, and asked: "Take a closer look, is the red bean paste on this box?"

Yang Yong didn't even look at it and blurted out: "Of course. I know the things that come out of my own store best."

Hu Pingtao was so angry that he laughed.

The appearance of those red dots is so different from the so-called "bean paste" that a discerning person can clearly tell the difference.

Zhang Lizhu was right, it was indeed blood.

Hu Pingtao said slowly to Yang Yong: "Think clearly, we are just here to mediate the conflict between you. In other words, although you have a dispute about this matter, it is just an apology and a apology. You Just give her some fried noodles in exchange. What a big deal! You are a grown man, is it so difficult for you to keep your head down?"

Hearing this, Yang Yong couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

In fact, he was just stubborn and never thought of admitting it from the beginning.

Those red dots in the lunch box are indeed blood.

The business in the store is good, but even though it has hired three workers, it is still too busy. Especially many customers place orders from Huang Tuantuan, and the delivery riders come to the store and keep urging them. Sometimes Yang Yong is in a hurry, and the people below are inevitably making mistakes in the process.

There is preparation work every day in the restaurant, especially washing vegetables and side dishes. All kinds of meat and vegetables are carefully cut into cubes and shreds. When the business is good, the kitchen is busy. Yang Yong is good at cooking and cooks noodles by himself most of the time. When cooking, just shout and let the workers get the ingredients needed. As a result, the waiter accidentally cut his hand with a kitchen knife this morning.

There were many customers in the store at that time, and the wound was not serious, so I didn’t go to the hospital and just used a band-aid to deal with it.

Including Zhang Lizhu, a total of six people ordered tomato and egg fried noodles at that time. Yang Yong wanted to save trouble, so he fried them in a big pot at once. This is also a typical method in snack bars, and it saves labor, time and materials.

There were two delivery riders waiting outside the store early and kept urging them.

Riders are different from customers. When business is good, customers will also press and ask for the food to be served quickly, but it will only be once or twice at most. Riders will not feel pain. They make money by delivering orders, using those damn things from venture capital companies.

As the Green Goblins say - time is money.

hurry up!

Are you ready?

I'm in a hurry to deliver the order!

Yang Yong really wanted to scold the delivery rider, but he couldn't find it easy to say it. After all, in a way, they were helping him make money. But after urging him too many times, he felt upset, and his irritability led to panic and then mistakes.

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As soon as the six portions of fried noodles with tomatoes and eggs came out of the pot, the two delivery riders rushed to the window as if they were on fire, shouting that they had to pack their own portions first.

There are too many customers to greet them, so the vegetable cutter works part-time as a packager.
To be continued...