He must be more careful and serious in handling cases in the future and must not be careless. If he makes a mistake again, he will never forgive himself.
That was a real life, and it was ended by his words. It was an unjust death. He had no face to face the people of the capital.
After seeing off the imperial teacher who was yawning and falling asleep in Chu Zhinan's arms, Wang Mingkui returned to the study room in the backyard and could not fall asleep for a long time.
He retrieved all the case files and attachments of all the cases he had handled over the years and reviewed them carefully, from beginning to end, from end to beginning, for fear of discovering another unjust, false or wrongful conviction.
He doesn't care what happens to others, but he must make sure that none of the cases he handles are injustices. If there are any, he must reopen the case, otherwise he would be sorry for the people who died in vain.
Wang Laoqi changed his name to Wang Congyuan. He will go and check it out early tomorrow morning. They are all in the west of the city, and he will visit the tofu pudding shop and his inn by the way.
It's so convenient to have both cases in one place.
The next day, Wang Mingkui borrowed a set of old clothes from the housekeeper and went out with Chang Sui.
The doorman looked for a long time but couldn't recognize him. If Chang Sui hadn't been following him, he would never have believed that the master would be dressed like that.
Wang Mingkui could see from the doorman's surprised look that his disguise was successful, and he was very happy, because it meant that he had made the right decision to borrow the clothes.
The two of them deliberately didn't eat breakfast and went straight to the sincere tofu pudding shop.
Mao Liuer had sharp eyes and noticed that Wang Mingkui and his attendant were strangers. He asked politely, "Where are you two from? You don't look like regular customers from the west side of the city."
Wang Mingkui glanced at him and replied, "Our old lady said that your tofu pudding is very special. Let me try it and see if we can send some to the mansion every day in the future."
Chang Sui beside him had no expression on his face, but his heart was filled with turmoil. When had the old lady from their mansion ever come to the west of the city? The master's ability to lie was becoming more and more perfect.
What does it mean to lie with open eyes? Here is a living example.
Mao Liuer was overjoyed. If his tofu pudding could really win the favor of the noble, it would be much easier for him to get news in the future.
"Really? Great! Wait a minute! I'll bring all the sweet and salty tofu puddings in the store for you two to taste. The old lady who came that day liked the salty ones, and the young lady liked the sweet ones."
Wang Mingkui ignored him and deliberately acted like a contemptuous person.
"Our old lady is too old to eat sweets. Eating sweets will easily cause heartburn. The young lady loves sweets the most. She likes anything sweet."
This is not a lie, the Imperial Master really liked to eat sweet food last night. Madam prepared three snacks, two of which were sweet and one was salty.
The imperial teacher ate both sweet ones and gave the salty one to her servant.
"Yes, yes." Mao Liu'er nodded his head servilely and greeted enthusiastically, "Master! Please try our tofu pudding. If you think it's good, our shop will supply the mansion in the future."
“Hmm!”
Wang Mingkui uttered a single syllable in an unfathomable manner, picked up the tofu pudding and tasted it, his brows slightly relaxed.
It turns out that the tofu pudding tastes really good, different from what he usually eats.
It is served with something called "youtiao", and the combination of the two gives people a novel experience.
Chang Sui lowered his head and ate voraciously. He didn't need to say anything, which already explained everything.
After finishing the tofu pudding, Wang Mingkui stood up and said, “I want to see where you make tofu pudding. My old lady has very strict requirements on food.
If the food is not clean, it will make us old ladies sick. That’s no joke.”
Mao Liuer had no objection, he understood very well that the old lady of a wealthy family was comparable to the empress dowager in the palace.
Anything that enters your mouth must be clean.
Fortunately, he is also a very particular person. Although all the people working in the tofu pudding shop are men, they still take very good care of hygiene in all aspects.
He couldn't stand dirty places, and as soon as he saw something dirty, he would order people to clean it up.
Walking into the backyard of the shop, a man dressed in coarse cloth and with his hair tied up in a high bun was busy preparing ingredients for making tofu pudding.
He first scooped out a few spoonfuls of soaked soybeans that had become round and plump from the large wooden barrel next to the stone mill. After soaking overnight, the soybeans were full of water and had a faint yellow luster.
Pour the soybeans into the feed port of the stone mill, push the handle of the stone mill with one hand, and gently fiddle with the soybeans with the other hand to make them fall evenly between the millstones.
As the stone mill slowly turns, the fine soy milk slowly flows out from the gaps between the millstones and falls into the wooden barrel that has been prepared below.
This process requires patience and strength. Every push contains power, and his arms are very strong.
Another person poured the soy milk in the wooden barrel into a large pot, placed it on the stove, and slowly heated it with firewood.
The stove was just an ordinary stove, nothing special about it. He observed it carefully but didn't find anything fishy.
Chu Zhinan said that northerners are good at disguise and digging secret passages. If they really dug one, where would the entrance to the secret passage be located?
As the fire grew stronger, the soy milk in the pot began to foam and emit a rich bean aroma that filled the entire courtyard.
Another man next to the stove used a long-handled wooden spoon to gently stir the soy milk from time to time to prevent it from sticking to the bottom. At the same time, he watched the heat to ensure that the soy milk was heated evenly.
After the soy milk boils, the heat will be quickly reduced to minimum to keep it at a slight boil.
At this time, the man beside the stove picked up the brine prepared on the side and carefully and slowly poured it into the boiling soy milk, while stirring it quickly and evenly with a wooden spoon to make it fully blended with the soy milk.
With the addition of brine, the originally calm soy milk began to undergo miraculous changes, gradually becoming viscous. Then, cloud-like and fluffy tofu puddings quietly bloomed in the pot.
Seeing this, the man at the stove immediately stopped stirring and let the tofu pudding solidify naturally. A few minutes later, a pot of white, jade-like, delicate and tender tofu pudding appeared before his eyes.
Then use a special colander to gently scoop up the tofu pudding and put it into a prepared bowl. Add appropriate amount of sugar water or soy sauce, chopped green onions and other seasonings according to personal taste.
A bowl of hot and fragrant tofu pudding is ready.
Wang Mingkui looked at the layout of the tofu pudding shop, but he couldn't see anything special. If Chu Zhinan hadn't come to him with such confidence, no one would have noticed this tofu pudding shop.
In an inconspicuous corner of the backyard, there is an abandoned stove. The pot on it has been pried away, revealing an empty stove with miscellaneous items placed on it.
If a secret passage was really dug, the abandoned stove might be the entrance.
He was ecstatic in his heart, but acted calmly. He carefully checked the hygiene quality of the tofu pudding shop, then left with his hands behind his back.
This was his only chance, and he had already looked at the entire tofu pudding shop.
The three guys who came to help were all tall and strong, which probably wasn't the result of years of hard work.
He actually didn't know that there was a tofu pudding shop run by a northerner in the west of the city.
It's incredible.
The capital city of Dongsheng is like a sieve, and spies from any country can find ways to sneak in.
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