I make a living solving crimes.

He Yuzhu may have many flaws in his dealings with people, but his cooking skills are impeccable.

In addition, since he works in the kitchen, there is no shortage of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar at home, and the dishes he cooks are even more delicious.

A plate of grilled crucian carp, a dish of fried tofu, and a bowl of cabbage and egg soup.

"You guys eat first, I'll go serve the old lady." He Yuzhu picked up some fish roe and fish belly, scooped up some soup and tofu, and took two steamed buns to the backyard.

Yu Haitang was pulled to the table by He Yushui. She picked up a piece of fish with dignity, dipped it in the soup and put it into her mouth.

The delicate texture and sweet taste spread from the front teeth to the tip of the tongue in an instant. At this moment, the delicious taste hidden in the fish meat blooms in the mouth.

It was the first time in sixteen years that she had eaten such delicious fish.

"Yushui, you are so lucky. Your brother's cooking is so delicious."

He Yushui smiled and said nothing.

Yu Haitang ate another piece of fish and asked, "Is the old lady your brother was talking about the one who made shoes for the Red Army?"

He Yushui also took the steamed buns and dipped them in the fish soup. No one could compare to her brother in terms of cooking skills. After hearing Yu Haitang's question, she thought for a while and said, "Some people have always said that, but I don't know if it's true."

Chang Wei had suspected this before, but He Yushui would not tell it in front of Yu Haitang.

The Red Army...is tens of thousands miles away from the capital.

Yu Haitang didn't pay attention to these details, and raised her head and asked, "How old is the old lady?"

"Born in 85, I should be 73 this year."

"Ah, this is a threshold."

"The old lady is in good health."

"Alas, you said the old lady has no children, and your brother is so filial, will this house be passed on to your brother in the future?"

"I don't know. It's none of my business." He Yushui said sullenly.

Yi Zhonghai and the deaf old lady in the courtyard were very nice to He Yuzhu, but they ignored him.

Fortunately, I didn’t count on their house anyway.

Only Yu Haitang was thinking while eating.

He Yuzhu brought the meal back and the three continued to eat. He Yushui suddenly discovered that his brother, who was used to wolfing down his food, suddenly began to chew slowly and didn't even smack his lips when drinking soup.

Perhaps because the fish smelled too good, Bang Geng leaned against the door frame to take a look. Just as he was about to go in, He Yuzhu rushed over and stopped him.

"My uncle is inviting guests to dinner today. I'll prepare delicious food for you tomorrow."

Banggen was about to ram his head inside, but when he heard He Yuzhu say this, he poked his head out and looked at Yu Haitang, "Is this your guest?"

He Yuzhu laughed and whispered in her ear, "How is it? Is it beautiful? Is it white?"

Can I go in and eat fish just because I’m beautiful and white?

Bang Geng got angry and shouted, "My mother is beautiful and white, and my mother's legs are white. Wait, I will go home and ask my mother to take off her pants for you to see."

After saying that, he ran back angrily.

He Yuzhu stood blankly under the eaves, tears streaming down his face.

"Brother, come in and have dinner. Why are you arguing with a kid?" He Yushui shouted when she saw that he didn't move.

He Yuzhu stood there for another two minutes before walking back with regret.

I don’t know what to expect!

"Brother Zhuzi, you are such a great cook." Yu Haitang moved the fish bone specimens on the plate again, took back her chopsticks with regret and praised.

When talking about cooking skills, He Yuzhu was very proud, and his voice tone rose twice, "That's right, I am an eighth-level chef in our factory. The factory's small kitchen can't be opened without me."

"Oh, an eighth-level chef? Brother Zhuzi, I don't understand, how much can an eighth-level chef make in a month?"

"I make 37.5 yuan a month." He Yuzhu said proudly.

But it is indeed something to be proud of, after all, he is only twenty-three years old.

But he didn't know that he would always make thirty-seven dollars and fifty cents for the next eighteen years.

(After 1966, workers’ wages stopped being adjusted until 1976, and their wages remained unchanged for ten years.)

As if he felt that what he just said was not enough, he pointed to the seasonings, ingredients, and cooking utensils at home and said, "I brought these back from the factory cafeteria. In the nearby alleys and in our factory, if there is a wedding or funeral banquet, they have to ask me to help."

It seems that they are very proud to be able to bring these things back from the factory.

Even He Yushui and Yu Haitang thought it was normal.

After all, Tao'er said that if the cook doesn't steal, the crops won't be harvested.

Qian'er's father even steals from the waiters.

Yu Haitang lowered his head and began to calculate. Three houses, a salary of 37.5 yuan, and an estimated extra income of 7 or 8 yuan per month...

A policeman makes 50 or 60 yuan a month, and he also has a car...

At the same time, in the east wing of the front yard, Sanbao came to visit Chang Wei after a busy day at work.

Seeing that he was able to swing his right arm freely, they were all shocked. While Yang Min was pouring water, Jiang Hongxia came over and whispered, "Don't move around just for show. Be careful of the wound."

Chang Wei smiled and said, "I was just being gentle, it's not a big deal."

Jiang Hongxia snorted, "You're just wasting your life trying to save face. Be careful."

Only Li Laifu had seen Chang Wei's wounds being opened and cleaned. He was worried and reminded him again: "Chang Wei, if you have anything to do, tell us. The Municipal Bureau has taken over the case, and we all have time."

"The tomb robbery wasn't that quick, was it?"

"The municipal bureau is also short of staff. I heard that the case was handed over to the local authorities. Even the smuggling case was handed over to the Southern Province."

Chang Wei understood that there was a shortage of police force and even fewer people who understood criminal investigation, and transportation was inconvenient, so transferring the case to the local area was the most effective way.

Seeing Yang Min come out, Sanbao quickly changed the subject.

"You're not going tomorrow?" Wu Jimao was extremely shocked to hear that Chang Wei would not attend the commendation ceremony tomorrow. How could he not go at such a good time?

The three of them had won a third-class merit in the martyr murder case, and they were just discussing which leg to move first when they went on stage tomorrow, but Chang Wei said he couldn't go!

So willful?

Well, you're hurt!

Now everyone knows that you are injured!

I always feel that Chang Wei would have made a lot of money if he hadn't gone!

"I'm shy." Chang Wei ignored San Bao's disgusted look and said calmly, "I have to go again next month. It's boring to go every month."

Sanbao couldn't respond to this.

Fortunately, they were able to get some credit for the glass factory and cultural relics cases.

Sanbao covered his face and retreated.

After sending them out of the hospital, the mother and son went to the outer courtyard to eat together. Yang Min asked, "How did you arrange your food coupons this month?"

"Let me take more to the factory. We got a lot of money last month from gambling. We don't have to pay for food coupons this month. Buy the rest and we'll take it back for National Day."

Yang Min was worried and whispered, "Will there really be problems with the big pot meal?"

This topic was too sensitive, so Chang Wei could only lower his voice, "You'll know once you go back. Grandpa can't stand it. I estimate that there will be problems before the New Year. It's winter, and the families in the village don't have any food stored. It would be strange if they don't starve."

Yang Min sighed heavily, "What should I do?"

"Grandpa has a place to store food. We can send more over to get by. This is the capital, and we have to consider our reputation. It's even more difficult in the countryside."

Fortunately, the Chang family’s close relatives are all in the village, and their only second uncle will be in the army when he comes back, and he is also a regiment commander, so they will never go hungry.

All the members of the Yang family died during the Zhi-Feng War. Yang Min was dug out from the pile of dead bodies by Grandpa Chang. She grew up in the Chang family since she was a child, and naturally became husband and wife with Chang Kun in the end.