Before leaving Gao City, Han Bin went to the Water Conservancy Bureau again.
Wang Meiju, who was the matchmaker for Chen Shaoyan and Hong Xin, was now in her fifties. She looked very stout. She smiled and invited Han Bin and the others to sit down. She even poured water for Han Bin and the others.
Li Qin said politely, "Auntie, you don't have to trouble yourself. We just want to understand the situation."
"It's no trouble at all. You came all the way from the city to investigate the case. It's no trouble for me to pour a glass of water."
Han Bin took a sip of water politely. "Auntie, did you introduce Chen Shaoyan and Hong Xin to each other?"
"Yes, it's been so many years. I would have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it." Wang Meiju sighed.
"Auntie, how did you know Chen Shaoyan?"
"My husband and Chen Shaoyan's father used to work in the supply and marketing cooperative. Later, my husband was assigned to the power supply bureau, and Chen Shaoyan's father went to the fertilizer factory. We used to have a good relationship and lived not far from each other. One time, we had a meal together and talked about it."
"At that time, Chen Shaoyan had just become a teacher and had a stable job. I thought they were about the same age and both had decent jobs, so I introduced them to each other. In the end …" Wang Meiju shook her head. "Let's not talk about it."
Li Qin asked, "How long did they know each other? Did they confirm their relationship?"
"No, they only knew each other for half a month before Chen Shaoyan got into trouble. The old couple from the Chen family had to send off their son. They were half-dead, and their home was destroyed. "Wang Meiju sighed.
"What about Hong Xin? Did she have a big impact on her? "
"They didn't know each other for a long time. She was a little depressed when the accident happened, but everything was fine after that. The unit even gave her a commendation for her bravery, and she was soon transferred to the Water Conservancy Bureau. She's a lucky girl. Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years. "Wang Meiju said.
"Auntie Wang, do you have any news about Chen Shaoyan's mother?"
Wang Meiju shook her head. "I heard that they sold their house. I don't know where they moved to. To put it bluntly, they're already extinct. The old couple is quite pitiful."
After chatting for a while, Han Bin and the others didn't get any more clues, so they took their leave.
On the way back to the city, they bought a few boxes of cherries from the picking garden along the way. Han Bin asked for two boxes. He bought one box for Wang Ting and split the other box in half. He took one half home and gave the other half to his colleagues.
Li Qin asked for a box.
Bao Xing asked for two boxes, one for Huang Qianqian and the other for home.
Han Bin wanted to buy a box for Huang Qianqian, but Bao Xing wanted to please him, so he left the opportunity to him.
…
At 8 pm, the Chinese supermarket closed.
Jiang Kunshan and his wife pulled down the shutter door and walked along the road in the direction of their home.
Jiang Kunshan's wife was called Zhao Chunlian. She was also a smart and capable woman.
"Old Jiang, why do you think the police are looking for our son?"
Jiang Kunshan spat, "Hmph, it's not a good thing anyway."
Zhao Chunlian sighed. "It's been so many years since I fell into the water. Why are they still holding on to it?"
Jiang Kunshan frowned. "Maybe it's the Chen family's doing again."
"The Chen family is either old or dead. What else can they do?"
"You've forgotten about that girl, Chen Shaohuan. She's not easy to deal with."
Zhao Chunlian scolded. "Pfft, if I see her again, I'll tear her mouth apart."
"Remember my words. It's never a good thing to deal with the police. In the future, as long as the police come looking for us, we'll ignore them. "
"Will that work?" Zhao Chunlian was worried.
"Why not? It's not like the police have nothing better to do. It's just a stroll. It's impossible for them to keep an eye on our family's business." In Jiang Kunshan's opinion, most of the police were just doing their jobs.
The two chatted as they arrived at An Ding Elementary School's family building.
It was an old-fashioned neighborhood with a total of four buildings. Most of the residents were teachers from An Ding Elementary School.
The Jiang family lived in Building 3, Room 201.
Zhao Chunlian looked downstairs. "Eh, why didn't our son turn on the lights today?"
Jiang Kunshan laughed. "Our son is smart. Maybe he's hiding in his room to hide from those stupid police officers."
"Hmph, maybe he's hiding in his bedroom playing games. It's called Glory. That's how fun it is." Zhao Chunlian snorted.
"What do you know? It's better for a man to play games at home than to go out and mess around." Jiang Kunshan snorted and walked upstairs.
The lights in the hallway were a little dim. However, the two had lived here for more than ten years. Even if the lights were off, they could still find the door.
Zhao Chunlian took the key and opened the iron door. She vaguely smelled an unusual smell and hurriedly opened the wooden door. The room was dark and a pungent smell of gas wafted out.
"Ah, why is it so smelly! Son! Son, are you home? "Zhao Chunlian was anxious. She quickly walked into the house and subconsciously turned on the lights.
Jiang Kunshan also walked into the hallway. He realized that the gas might have run out. He reminded, "Don't …"
Before Jiang Kunshan could finish, there was a "Bang!" and a flame shot into the sky.
The moment the lights were turned on, the gas exploded.
"Boom!"
The husband and wife were directly blown away by the wave of fire.
"Ah!" Both of them were on fire and rolled on the ground in pain.
Zhao Chunlian directly fell to the bottom of the stairs.
The flames in the house rose to the sky and burned.
…
In a private room on the second floor of Four Seasons Restaurant.
Three people sat in the private room. It was Han Bin, Wang Ting, and Huang Qianqian.
Huang Qianqian ordered her favorite takoyaki.
Han Bin and Wang Ting ordered a bowl of ramen and a bowl of fried pork chop rice. Wang Ting didn't eat much, so most of it was eaten by Han Bin.
Han Bin really liked this fried pork chop rice. The pork was wrapped in bread crumbs and fried until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The taste was very delicious.
This dish looked simple, but it wasn't easy to make it well. First, the ingredients had to be good. This included the pig's breed, freshness, and parts of the pig. Many people thought that it was nonsense. It was just pork, so why was there such a big difference?
Actually, there was a big difference. It was the same pig, but different parts had different ways of eating it. Some parts were suitable for stewing, some were suitable for stir-frying, some were suitable for roasting, and some were suitable for frying. If the cooking method was wrong, no matter how good the meat was, it would be wasted.
That was why some small restaurants could cook dishes that were even more delicious than those in big restaurants. Small restaurants would only focus on one special dish and study that dish thoroughly, from the selection of ingredients, processing, heat control, matching, and so on. Every step had to be paid attention to.
Han Bin put a piece of fried pork chop into his mouth and chewed on it. It was crunchy and crispy. Together with the white rice, it had a special taste.
Wang Ting was already full, so she quietly watched Han Bin eat. She really liked watching Han Bin eat.
Huang Qianqian pouted and bit hard on the takoyaki, making a series of sounds.
Wang Ting glanced at her. "Qianqian, what's wrong with you today? You don't look happy."
Huang Qianqian bit even harder and snorted. "Some people don't keep their word."
Han Bin took a sip of oolong tea and smiled. "Qianqian, where are some people? I'll go and get justice for you."
Huang Qianqian muttered softly, "A thief crying thief."
Wang Ting smiled and asked Han Bin, "How did you offend her?"
Han Bin wiped his mouth. "Is it because I didn't buy you cherries?"
Wang Ting said, "Don't be angry. I can't finish my box, so I'll give you half a box."
Huang Qianqian shrugged. "Cousin, you're wrong. I should be the one leaving you half a box. I can't finish it anyway. You can use it to develop new dishes and sell the remaining cherries."
Wang Ting was stunned. "What do you mean?"
Han Bin explained, "I originally wanted to buy three boxes today. One for you, one for Qianqian, and one for my colleagues and friends. But when I arrived, Bao Xing shamelessly begged me not to buy it for Qianqian and to give it to him. What else could I do? "
Wang Ting blinked her big eyes and teased, "Qianqian, you're in high demand now."
Huang Qianqian turned her head to the side, looking a little tsundere.
Han Bin continued to bury his head in his food.
Wang Ting asked curiously, "Speaking of which, you've known Bao Xing for quite some time. Are you interested in him? If not, you should've told him earlier. Don't keep wasting his time."
Han Bin ate a mouthful of noodles and agreed with Wang Ting's words.
Huang Qianqian said perfunctorily, "Aiya, we're just colleagues. It's not as complicated as you think."
Wang Ting did not say more. Feelings were the most complicated thing. She had already done her duty to remind him. It would be bad if she said more.
"Ring ring ring …" Just then, Han Bin's phone rang.
Han Bin took out his phone and saw that it was Wang Shaoneng calling. He pressed the answer button. "Hello, Chief Wang."
"Team Leader Han, something happened. There was an explosion at Jiang Kunshan's house. Both of them were injured. They were just moved to the ambulance. It's terrible."
"What caused the explosion?"
"It should be caused by a gas leak. I'm not sure about the details."
"What about Jiang Huawen?"
"I'm not sure. The fire in the house has not been extinguished. The firefighters are trying to put it out."
Han Bin sighed inwardly. His worries had become a reality …
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