Chapter 290 Crispy Grilled Pork Belly (1)

After all the knives of different sizes in the public kitchen were lined up, the officer who asked the question couldn't help but be stunned.

There are nearly twenty kitchen knives of different sizes and shapes lined up on the countertop in front of you. You must know that every kitchen knife placed on it is different. Many of them have more than one kitchen knife, or even four or five. So many.

Looking at the kitchen knife in front of him, the guard turned to look at Wen Mingtang who was introducing the kitchen knife to the side.

"This knife is used to chop bones. Because it is used to chop meat and bones, the blade is sharp and the blade is strong..."

Wen Mingtang's introduction was very serious, but the few guards did not listen any more. Instead, they looked at each other, smiled bitterly, interrupted Wen Mingtang's words, and said, "That's enough, Master Wen."

Wen Mingtang put down the bone-cutting knife in his hand and looked at the officer: "But what happened?"

What happened? This matter started when they followed Bai Sicheng to the slaughter stall and saw Lin Shaoqing and Liu Sicheng confronting the bald butcher.

"The fishy smell in the market is too strong. Lin Shaoqing's nose... tsk tsk, this... Master Wen should know best." At this point, the guard glanced at Wen Mingtang, winked at her, and said, " After all, Master Wen also has a nose like this!"

Wen Mingtang was silent and understood: "But did Lin Shaoqing smell something that he shouldn't have?"

The guard nodded and said, "In the swill bucket used by the butchers at the slaughter stall, Lin Shaoqing smelled something he shouldn't have."

The smells of the miscellaneous things in the swill bucket are all mixed together. Is there any other smell that shouldn't be smelled? Tangyuan's eyes widened, and she took the two peeled sugar-fried chestnuts that A Bing secretly pushed into her and put them into her mouth. The sweet and glutinous taste of the chestnut meat dispelled a lot of instinctive fear.

When the officer said this, he also stopped. As if he thought of something, his face changed slightly. He did not directly say what he smelled. He just looked at everyone and said meaningfully: "Wu Bucai has passed!"

As soon as the three words "Wu Bucai" came out, everyone's expressions changed.

Tang Yuan subconsciously covered her lips. Fortunately, the sweet taste of chestnut meat was still in her mouth and she did not spit it out.

These people are not the kind of rich and noble people who can easily avoid dirty places. It is not like they have never seen the swill buckets of the butchers at the slaughter stalls in the market. They thought that there are people hidden in the swill buckets where poultry and livestock and other waste are piled... An unspeakable feeling of panic surged into my heart.

When the officer saw the crowd, his expression changed when he heard the word "Wu Bucai", knowing that he was right not to say it directly.

Thinking about their Dali Temple, they deal with murders every day and have seen countless murder scenes. But in today's scene, thinking about the corpses in a pile of poultry and livestock waste, the guard's face turned pale and he shook his head. , glanced at Wen Mingtang, who looked better, and said: "Lin Shaoqing said that maybe this body...can't be put together completely."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Mingtang's expression, which seemed to be good just now, immediately changed. He subconsciously looked down at the kitchen knives lined up on the table, and asked the waiter with a white face: "Is there a butcher at the slaughter stall?" Get involved!”

The guard glanced at Wen Mingtang, nodded and said: "It's not clear yet, it's hard to say. But the butcher does have a lot of knives. Many of them look like they can kill not only poultry and livestock, but also people..." The guard said this. He shook his head and did not continue.

Wen Mingtang took a breath of cold air, and suddenly remembered what Liang Hongjin had said to her, "The cook is good at cutting meat and bones, and he can chop meat and bones with ease!" Then he shuddered subconsciously and looked at his hands. .

Seeing Wen Mingtang's expression change, the officer didn't say any more. He just thanked her and left the kitchen to find Lin Fei's life.

After the servant left, A Bing and Tang Yuan looked at Wen Mingtang with pale faces, and couldn't help but whisper: "Master Wen, could it be that the butcher killed someone with a knife..."

A slight cough interrupted the two of them, and Ji Caimai said: "It's hard to say now. Maybe the butcher is innocent."

Even though he said this, Ji Caimai still shook his head and said: "In this case, no matter whether the butcher is innocent or not, the people who heard the news will probably be afraid of butchers at the slaughter stalls!"

"I remember there was a case like this in the early years," Ji Caimai shook his head and said, "If someone kills someone using the craft of eating, I'm afraid everyone involved in the entire craft industry will suffer."

Just like if the tea seller poisoned the tea, the business of the tea house would plummet. Everyone would be afraid of drinking poisonous tea and would not dare to go to the tea house again.

If a cook poisons his own food, the restaurants and restaurants will also lose business.

Now he is a butcher at the slaughter stall. The butcher knife is said to be used to kill people. This year is probably a year where people eat more vegetarian food than meat. In addition, the body parts are incomplete...those people who have gone to the market to slaughter poultry and livestock. Maybe even scared.

Although they sighed, there was nothing they could do. Ji Caimai looked at the pork belly boiling in the casserole and said, "Let's continue working!"

Just now, when Liu Sicheng and others came to the public kitchen to receive the gift box, they said that they were here to see Wei Fu and check for a stomachache. How could they be involved in the slaughter stall for no reason? Ji Caimai shook his head in confusion and continued to watch Wen Mingtang making pork belly.

After taking the pork belly out of the pot and drying it, Wen Mingtang took a handful of iron skewers and began to do "acupuncture" on the pork belly. This was the first time that Wen Mingtang, who had a lot of cooking skills, had seen this method. , Ji Caimai and others put down what they were doing, looked at Wen Mingtang who was handling the pork belly, and quickly forgot about what had just happened.

Everyone in the public kitchen can temporarily ignore the matters in the market, but Lin Fei and others cannot.

Regardless of whether they were officials or officers, even the common people who were passing by to watch the excitement found a handkerchief and put it over their mouth and nose, watching the officers wearing thick robes searching in the slop buckets.

This pungent smell can't be covered by a veil or a robe. The people watching the excitement looked at the officers who were searching. It was rare. They were quite envious of the people who were doing errands for the Yamen. The officer felt a little sympathy.

Looking for things in the swill bucket, it seems that some yamen... For example, the errands of the Dali Temple yamen are not easy to handle!

Lin Fei, who had a veil covering his mouth and nose, put down the kitchen knife in front of the bald butcher, looked at the bald butcher who was restrained by two guards, raised his hand and pointed at the one or two pieces of "corpse" that were found, and said: "You enter." You should have been in this business for decades, and you should know better than me that this belongs to people, not poultry and livestock!"

The bald butcher's face was also very ugly, his lips trembled, but he still nodded in response: "It's human."

Lin Fei pointed to the sign in front of the slaughter stall and said, "You are slaughtering poultry and livestock. Why are human corpses appearing in the swill bucket?"

The bald butcher shook his head and said, "Young people don't know."