In the kitchen.
Han Bin first washed and cut the vegetables, then processed the ingredients, removed the fishy line, and marinated the meat and fish in advance.
Then, he heated the oil in the wok and fried the Moo Shu pork first.
Then, he cooked the sweet and sour carp, braised sea cucumber with scallions, and cabbage in vinegar.
Han Weidong tasted every dish when it was carried out of the kitchen.
He was skeptical at first, but he was surprised when the dish was in his mouth.
"Wow, the Moo Shu pork is not bad." Han Weidong was a little surprised.
"Wow, his cooking skills are almost as good as mine," Wang Huifang praised.
"This kid has been hiding his skills for so long that even I didn't know it."
The sweet and sour carp was served. Just by looking at the shape and smelling it, he felt it was very good.
"He's like a chef in a restaurant." Han Weidong smiled and picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks. "Well, the sauce is really good."
"Let me try it." Wang Huifang also picked up a piece of fish.
"What do you think? Is your son's cooking skills better than yours?" Han Weidong smiled.
The sweet and sour carp was a dish that required a lot of oil, so Wang Huifang seldom cooked it at home.
"Don't say that too early. Let's see the next dish. The sea cucumber is not processed well and has a strong fishy smell," Wang Huifang was not convinced.
She had been cooking all her life and did not want to be outdone by her son, who was cooking for the first time.
Although it was Han Bin's first time cooking, his cooking skills seemed to be engraved in his mind.
As a seafood, the fishy smell of the sea cucumber was inevitable. It was important to use scallions to remove the fishy smell. When frying the scallions in oil, the fire must be warm so that the fragrance of the scallions could slowly penetrate into the oil. When the scallions turned yellow, they were taken out.
Then, he put in the scallions, stir-fried with the sea cucumber, and thickened the sauce.
The braised sea cucumber with scallions was served. Wang Huifang took a bite and said no more.
Han Weidong took a bite and looked like he was savoring the taste. He squinted his eyes and asked, "How is it?"
"Ahem, not bad."
"Haha …" Han Weidong laughed and thought in his heart, Not only is it not bad, he can even open a small restaurant.
Of course, it was Han Bin's first time cooking after all. His cooking speed and control of the heat were still somewhat lacking compared to the chefs in restaurants.
When the last dish of cabbage with vinegar was served, the whole family began to eat.
"Mom, Dad, how are the dishes?" Han Bin was cooking for the first time, so he was not sure.
"Not bad, especially this sea cucumber with scallions. It's very fresh." Han Weidong was full of praise.
"Son, why don't you switch to being a chef? Your talent in cooking is definitely inherited from Mom."
"Haha …" Han Bin laughed.
His culinary skills came from the reward for solving the case, so he naturally couldn't neglect the essentials.
It was rare for the family to have lunch together. They chatted while eating, and it could be said to be a happy and harmonious family.
Eating with his parents, Han Bin's appetite was very good. The family of three finished all the dishes on the table.
From an objective point of view, it proved Han Bin's culinary skills.
"Ding Dong."
In Han Bin's mind, the police badge sounded: "Officer 577533, the food has been recognized by the relatives, cooking proficiency + 3."
"I'm a criminal police officer, what's the use of learning life skills?"
"Police officers are also human, they need to balance work and rest, so that they can be physically and mentally healthy, and better serve the people." The police badge reminded.
Han Bin thought about it and felt that it made sense. If you are poor, you should take care of yourself. If you are rich, you should help the world. If you arrange your own life well, you can have an upright heart and better serve the people.
After the meal, Han Bin and his father brewed a pot of tea, ready to drink some tea to digest the food.
"Ring ring ring …" A cell phone rang.
Han Bin looked at it and saw that it was Zeng Ping who called: "Captain Zeng."
"Han Bin, you can only rest for half a day today."
"There's a case?"
"I'll send you the address, hurry to the scene."
"Yes."
After hanging up the phone, Han Weidong could not help but ask: "What's wrong?"
"Leave the scene."
"Go, be careful," Han Weidong reminded.
"Son, didn't you have a day off today? Why are you leaving again?" Wang Huifang walked out of the kitchen.
"There's a case, I have to go now."
"Bang!" The door closed. Wang Huifang sighed: "Look, he's even busier than you, the director."
"I was the same when I was young." Han Weidong laughed.
…
Huacui District.
This was an old district, a small low-rise building, located near the city center, belonged to the school district, and the housing price was not low.
The crime scene was at Unit 1, Room 201.
Han Bin was a little surprised, there was no cordon at the door, and there were no police on duty.
When he walked to the second floor, the door opened, and Li Hui poked his head out: "Brother Bin, come in."
"What kind of case is it, so mysterious?"
"Kidnapping case."
Han Bin nodded. Usually, kidnapping cases had to be investigated in a low profile, to avoid provoking the kidnappers and killing the hostages.
Han Bin put on the shoe covers and entered Unit 201.
There were quite a lot of people in the room, other than Zeng Ping, Tian Li, Zhao Ming, and the forensics team monitoring the phone.
An unfamiliar middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, with a phone on the coffee table in front of him. He looked anxious, as if he was waiting for something.
Han Bin observed for a while: "Captain Zeng, what's the situation?"
"The victim is 13 years old, a middle school student." Li Hui pointed at the unfamiliar man: "This is the victim's father, Cao Hua.
"This is the victim's father, Cao Hua. He received a message this afternoon saying that his son had been kidnapped. He hurried home and found the door open. The table and chairs in the living room were overturned, so he called the police."
"Did you find the source of the phone?"
"It's the victim's phone."
"Do you have any clues about the kidnappers?" Han Bin asked.
Li Hui continued: "Based on our estimates, the kidnappers should be male, about 1.8 meters tall."
"Did you find the surveillance?"
"No, this is an old residential area. There isn't even a property management company, and there are no surveillance cameras." Li Hui shook his head.
"Then how do you know the kidnappers' height?" Han Bin asked.
"Look, there are two sets of footprints next to the table." Tian Li pointed at the corner of the living room.
Han Bin turned his head to look. The fruit juice beside the table had spilled, and there were two sets of footprints of different depths on the ground. One set of footprints was clearer, and the other was blurry.
Li Hui walked over and pointed at the footprints on the ground. "From the pattern on the soles, this should be a pair of leather shoes, size 44. From the length of the feet, we can infer that the kidnappers are about 180 centimeters tall."
After that, Li Hui shrugged as if to say: See, you're not the only one who can identify footprints.
I can too!
Zeng Ping ignored Li Hui and turned to look at Han Bin. "What do you think?"
Han Bin walked over and carefully observed the two sets of footprints. "Did you find the kidnappers?"
"No."
"When you investigated, did you define the kidnappers' physical characteristics as a male about 180 centimeters tall?"
"Women wouldn't wear this style of leather shoes." Li Hui shrugged.
Han Bin stood up and shook his head. "The direction of the investigation is wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"The kidnappers' height isn't 1.8 meters, but 1.6 meters."
"That's impossible. Take a closer look. How can a person who is 1.6 meters wear size 44 shoes?" Li Hui questioned.
Han Bin smiled and explained, "This is a very clumsy disguise. Small feet wearing big shoes."
"Small feet wearing big shoes?" Li Hui muttered, "How can you tell?"
"First, a heavy heel often appears at the place where the heel of the shoe print lands. Second, the big toe is pressed against the front edge of the shoe print, while the other four toes are pressed heavily. Third, the heel is pressed against the lower edge of the shoe print, and the reflection is obvious."
"So you're saying that we've been investigating in the wrong direction?" Tian Li shrugged.
Han Bin reached out and patted Li Hui's shoulder. "Young man, you're still lacking."
"If the kidnappers are only about 1.6 meters tall, not much taller than the victims, the possibility of kidnapping is not high. It's more like abduction." Zhao Ming analyzed.
Zeng Ping frowned. "Reinvestigate!"
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