Police Detective

　　 Bai Song never considered himself a big man.

　　 Every person's life is actually a book, maybe ups and downs, maybe dull as water, once one day, the last page of the book is closed, the rest is just the comments of later readers.

Some people will have a few friends in the past, and a few missed offspring. This book, only these few people will talk about it; some people will be reviewed and commented by everyone, and the right and wrong will be judged by future generations... , Are all good.

　　 After eating, Bai Song exchanged a few words with the boss very politely.

　　 In fact, the restaurants in these places are not enemies. If there is only one store here, then there are no customers to eat, and there are dozens of various small stores here, there will be a cluster effect, attracting more people to come and choose.

　　 However, I have to admit that if a store is doing well, it will be jealous of nearby stores.

　　 Very strange thoughts, and they do exist.

　　 After looking around, Bai Song saw a restaurant that said "Jinxi Knife Noodles" and walked in slowly. Fei Peng mentioned Dashan City in Dashan Province, and Bai Song was very interested in this.

　　 The boss is an authentic native of Dashan Province, and the sliced ​​noodles are also authentic. This kind of small shops are more or less capable, but limited by thinking and materials, it is not realistic to really make a boutique.

　　 "Hello, what can I eat?" The boss is still very enthusiastic, but he shouldn't recognize Bai Song. After all, Bai Song has never come to this shop to be a police officer, and it is normal not to know him if he is not in uniform.

　　 "Oh, oh, I have lunch, come here to ask you, what time do we usually open at night? Is there any cooking besides noodles?" Bai Song said casually.

　　 "In the evening, usually until half past nine, we have some cold dishes and steamed buns, and then the braised pork, and nothing else. Why, how many people come to eat at night?"

　　 "It's undecided. I'll take a look first." Bai Song looked at it for a while: "We are very clean here."

　　 "It's okay, but you should pay attention to the environment when you eat."

　　 "Well, the environment is good, I think the noodles are also delicious, but unfortunately I'm full, or I will have a bowl now." Bai Song chatted one after another, "Boss, you are from Dashan Province, right?"

　　 "Yes, here in Tianhua City, all the noodles made by us are basically our fellow villagers."

　　 "Oh, it's not easy to run this way to open a store here, and to give up a family business." Bai Song picked up a bottle of vinegar casually, "Is the vinegar you brought here from the local area?"

"Hey, this is not the case. Every year when I go home in the first month, I will bring some vinegar when I come back. Usually, I come in January and February. They are all hometown vinegar. Now these are all locally bought vinegar. There is still a gap with ours." I am very proud of it.

"That's true, wait, at the bottom of the year, if I still remember when the time comes, I have to come over and help me bring a bottle of vinegar to taste when I look for you. I have long heard that your aged vinegar is very authentic. "Bai Song said.

　　 "That's okay." The boss was very happy, and the young man praised him comfortably.

　　 "Boss, how often do you usually go home?"

　　 "I went back during the Chinese New Year, what's wrong?"

　　 "Oh, just ask, have so many fellow villagers here, have you ever returned to Dashan Province recently? I am greedy by what you said, and I want to find someone to bring me vinegar."

　　 "I don't know about them. There are basically no my fellows in the restaurants around here, but there are a few in the market, can I help you ask?" The boss is very enthusiastic.

　　 "No, tell me, I might know each other." Bai Song smiled heartily: "I have never been to our noodle restaurant, but the market always goes."

"Ha, now there are two left, the old Li who sells pickles at the door, the one who buys vegetables, and the second sister Wang who goes in. But they don’t think they often go back, but it’s hard to say. Sometimes, sister Wang is still on Mid-Autumn Festival. Going back."

　　 "Yeah." Bai Song pointed to the cauldron: "Boss, please pack me a piece of braised beef, and a larger one."

　　 "Hey, good!" The boss is very happy.

　　 Bai Song troubled the boss for so long, although he was not hungry, he still spent dozens of dollars, happily carried the bag and left, and put the beef in the car.

　　 The vegetable seller Wang Sister Bai Song is not familiar with it, and Li Baisong always meets each other. It can't be regarded as familiar, even if you always meet each other, it can be regarded as acquaintance.

　　 Put the beef, Bai Song went directly to Lao Li.

　　 I sweat a lot in summer, and pickles are generally better sold than in winter, but there are still no customers to buy at noon, especially after the cooking time, basically no one buys the seasoning.

　　 Lao Li was playing on his mobile phone. From the outside, Bai Song seemed to be playing Doudizhu, but he was a little absent-minded. Bai Song saw Bai Song the first time he came, and he couldn't hold his mobile phone securely.

　　 "Police Officer White!" Old Li said hello: "I'm off work, come to visit the market?"

　　 "Well, go shopping." Bai Song didn't rush away this time, and looked at Lao Li's pile of pickle jars, "I heard that your pickled mustard pickles are well pickled here. Why, your hometown is Peiling?"

"No, no, my hometown...not over there~www.novelmtl.com~ But my mustard, ah, I did learn it from an expert, police officer Bai, let’s not tell you, just this recipe, I spent It's 1,000 yuan." Lao Li's expression was small and proud: "You use a knife to cut a piece and taste it."

　　 "Okay, I'll have a bite." Bai Song took the knife and cut a small piece. Well, it was really good. In fact, he just has no words to talk about, just talking about which one is good or which is not good, but Pickle Lee has been selling here for quite a while, and there are always two brushes.

　　 "How is it? Authentic, right?" Lao Li was also very proud, quite a bit of how the noodle shop owner had been exaggerated just now.

　　 "Yes, Lao Li, I can't tell, you, a man from Dashan Province, actually still have this craft, OK, good. I'll buy some." Bai Song looked back at Pickled Lee.

　　 Old Li was taken aback, but it only lasted for less than half a second, "Police Officer Bai, you know where I am from."

“I’ve seen the list of our market’s bosses. I remember that you seem to be from Dashan Province, but I’m not sure. You said that you’re not from Peiling, so you should be right.” Bai Song smiled: “You Where is Dashan Province?"

　　 "Huh? Oh, I'm from Yangzhi County, but I only go home once a year." Old Li nodded.

　　 "Oh oh oh, okay, give me some pickles, what other delicious pickles do you have, also weigh me some, I will eat it tonight." Bai Song took out his wallet.

　　 When Lao Li heard this, he immediately pointed to a few pickles: "That's it, these are the best sellers. I'll wrap them for you, don't worry."

　　 What's the rush, Bai Song absently looked at the market. Sister Wang who is buying vegetables, who is it?