Another key piece of evidence in this case is the stone with the note attached.
The handwriting was crooked and messy, and the police officer could tell at a glance that it was written with the left hand, and with quite a bit of force.
Of course! Fatty is a master chef. He flips woks with his left hand every day. He can lift pots weighing dozens of kilograms. How could he do that if he didn't have enough strength?
Thanks to Qin Huairu, Chen Lijuan, a doctor in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the Sixth Hospital, was also invited back.
The moment she saw Qin Huairu, she understood everything. Her emotions collapsed on the spot; she not only hurled every venomous insult at Qin Huairu, but also cursed her ancestors for eight generations!
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The Spring Festival of 1977 arrived.
This year's Spring Festival was much quieter than in previous years.
The sudden absence of Yi Zhonghai, Qin Huairu, Bang Geng, Liu Guangtian, Liu Guangfu, Yan Jiefang, and Yan Jiekuang feels empty.
As usual, Fatty and his family went to their parents' house during the day.
The eldest and third brothers-in-law were standing in the hallway, and they just grinned foolishly when they saw the fat man, which made him think of his "son-in-law from out of town".
First, he let Yu Li bring the child into the house. The fat man greeted Cao Zhengyang, then greeted his third brother-in-law, and took out a cigarette to light for them.
My third sister's husband is named Xing Jianshu. Every time Fatty sees him, he always thinks of Constable Xing.
"Hand over the stinky tofu eggs and release the hostages. That's your only way out!"
"..."
As soon as they entered the house, all the family's eyes were focused on the fat man.
Chen Rong waved to him repeatedly, gesturing for the fat man to sit down beside her, before affectionately taking his hand and asking him all sorts of questions.
After the eldest sister finished asking her questions, the third sister pulled him over; yes, she pulled him over, because Chen Fang never knew how to write the word "gentle".
They also pulled the fat man aside and bombarded him with a bunch of questions, mostly about trivial matters in his life.
After finally escaping their interrogation, the fat man was met with his father Chen Gangqiang's gaze, which was both kind and subtly tinged with longing.
The fat man hurried over and said, "Dad, I got you two boxes of good tea. These are in high demand!" He then secretly held up three fingers to show his appreciation.
300? Oh my, Chen Gangqiang was overjoyed! He could have a prosperous New Year!
It's terrible. They're all grandfathers now, yet they have no money in their pockets and can't even speak with confidence...
Chen Gangqiang immediately understood: "Then I'll have to keep it safe."
The father and son had just finished their exchange when they heard Zhou Haiqin call him from the kitchen: "Fourth Brother!"
The fat man hurried into the kitchen, where Chen Yan was indeed waiting.
Zhou Haiqin didn't stand on ceremony with him: "Wash your hands, then cook the dishes."
The fat man shooed them both out, saying, "You should take my second sister inside and rest. The kitchen is a restricted area; no unauthorized personnel allowed!"
Zhou Haiqin angrily smacked him on the head: "I've cooked my whole life, and now I'm just a nobody?"
The fat man said with an arrogant look, "But now that you've raised a great chef son, how can you possibly handle something as trivial as this? Watch me take care of it."
Zhou Haiqin's face was full of smiles. Her youngest son had made something of himself; at such a young age, he was already a renowned chef. Whenever there was a happy occasion in the neighborhood, everyone would flock to her, hoping that the fat man would cook a feast for them.
He's become a cadre in the factory now, first in the workers' disciplinary team, and now in the security department—all easy jobs where he doesn't have to spend all day cooking in the kitchen amidst the smoke and heat.
Now, the fat guy is specially cooking for the leaders. Their factory director is from Shandong and loves his Shandong cuisine...
Zhou Haiqin was able to obtain such accurate first-hand information because Chen Yan would come home every few days to tell her.
Zhou Haiqin took off her apron and sleeves and pulled Chen Yan to her side: "You stay here and help out."
What could Chen Yan say? She could only give a wronged "Oh" and obediently stay in the kitchen.
Fatty used to take Chen Yan with him when he went out to earn extra money. The two of them had a very good understanding. Many times, Fatty didn't even have to say anything; she would have already done all the preparations for the next step.
With such a capable person by his side to help, Fatty found cooking much easier.
As they worked, they chatted: "Second Sister, have everything been arranged at the courtyard house?"
While chopping scallions, Chen Yan said, "Xu Damao and Qin Jingru have divorced, and now he's all alone. He wants to spend the New Year with us. Xiao Dang also came to tell me that it's just her and Sha Zhu alone, which is lonely and boring. So she decided to spend it with us. Plus Ben Lei Hu and your cousin, it'll be lively!"
The fat man had no objections; after all, it's Chinese New Year, the more lively the better.
However, he still gleaned some puzzling information from Chen Yan's words: "Wait, why do you also call Shi Bowen 'Thunder Tiger'?"
Chen Yan's eyebrows curved upwards: "It's so funny! Every time I call him by that nickname, I'm reminded of Chen Mengqi's cloth tiger, haha!"
Well, in her eyes, Benleihu was no different from that ugly-cute cloth tiger.
However, Shi Bowen is not the violent type of person. Moreover, after so many years of getting along, Fatty has realized that he is a loyal and affectionate person. Second Sister will not suffer if she follows him.
The fat man lowered his voice and asked Chen Yan, "Second Sister, when are you planning to bring him back to meet our parents?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Yan slowed her pace, her face flushing like an apple on a plate, and she said softly, "The holidays always make us miss our loved ones even more. Let's wait until after the New Year..."
The fat man was busy in the kitchen, and Yu Li was not idle either. Chen Rong's son and her daughter were running around wildly inside and outside the house.
One minute she wants to set off firecrackers, the next she wants to watch TV, then she wants to eat canned sweet treats—she's worn her legs out from all that walking.
Fatty's family doesn't have a family tree, and the parents just choose names as they please, without much regard for tradition.
The eldest sister's son is named Cao Hao, which means broad-minded, grand, and easy to pronounce.
After a lively day at home, the courtyard house was still brightly lit and bustling with people when we returned at night.
Xu Damao, Xiao Dang, Sha Zhu, Ben Lei Hu, Yu Qian, plus Fatty and his family... the room was almost overflowing.
Xu Damao helped Yu Li peel the potatoes, and Yu Li couldn't help but ask him, "Aren't you really going to call Qin Jingru over?"
Xu Damao's lips moved, but in the end he made up his mind: "I won't call!"
Yu Li sighed: "Even a night of marriage brings a hundred days of kindness, let alone the fact that you've been together for so many years."
Xu Damao tugged at his collar: "But I can't accept that she lied to me, especially since she conspired with Qin Huairu to lie to me!"
Sigh, Xu Damao is quite pitiful, but oh well, every family has its own troubles.
This year, only Jia Zhangshi and Huaihua remained in the Jia family for the New Year. Fortunately, Qin Jingru had nowhere else to go, so she shamelessly went back.
Xiao Dang was worried about his grandmother and younger sister, so he went to ask an older woman to let him spend the New Year with them.
With four people in the room, the place felt a bit more lively.
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