I make a living solving crimes.

Ever since Chang Wei traveled through time, he discovered that his mother and sister at home could only cook simple home-cooked meals, and their cooking skills were limited to stewing, stir-frying, and roasting, and they couldn't cook any big dishes.

That’s right, I only see meat a few times a year. I have no chance to practice, and there are no short video tutorials. Where would I learn my cooking skills?

Otherwise, why are cooks so popular?

In later generations, any family could come up with more than ten kinds of seasonings and spices, but Chang Wei's family only had salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and even cooking wine.

So things like pig heads can’t be made in the Chang family.

Lao Wang cleaned the pig's head inside and out, cut it into more than ten pieces, and threw them into the fragrant brine.

The old man has more spices than any state-owned restaurant.

Chang Wei followed to help. The old man was over sixty years old, and he could not be asked to do the job of chopping bones. There was a big difference between the old people of this era and the old people of later generations. Old Wang had suffered too much when he was young, and his physical condition was not good.

"Someone wants to talk to you tomorrow?"

"Oh, you heard about it too?"

"Don't be afraid. If they dare to bully you, grandpa will help you vent your anger."

"Hey, it's a deal. If I get bullied, I'll come to you to complain."

Chang Wei didn't think he was bragging at all. This old man who brought his son to join the army since the autumn harvest once completed the Long March with a pot on his back. Many of the soldiers who had eaten his food now have gold stars on their shoulders.

The old man has no official position, but even the branch director doesn't dare to act arrogantly in front of him.

After boiling for an hour and a half, Chang Wei left behind a pig ear and two pounds of pork head meat. Old Wang refused to take the rest, so Chang Wei did not force him and took the rest away along with the meat and the pot.

After leaving the police station, Chang Wei packed the pig's snout and the remaining pig ear into two lunch boxes in the bamboo basket, and put the brine pot into the space.

The weather was very hot. Chang Wei was wearing a vest and shorts and cloth shoes, and was walking slowly towards home along the wall.

It hadn't rained for more than half a month, and the ground was dry and gray. A shirtless man was hiding in the shade of a tree and playing chess with the old man. The old man, who was also shirtless, was fanning himself slowly and didn't care about the man's urging at all.

The naughty kids were making a pyramid under a tree and were trying to climb up to catch cicadas. An old lady carrying a rolling pin came over and the naughty kids scattered and ran around in the alley.

The girl in a sari shyly followed the man, walking half her body behind him. As they walked, they talked about the movie they had just watched. The Bolshevik love story gave them many common topics.

Chang Wei was covered in sweat when he returned home.

"Pig's head?"

"Yes, I asked Grandpa Wang for help."

Chang Wei didn't say what this meant specifically, and as expected, Yang Min didn't ask any more questions.

She thought it was Lao Wang who helped her buy the pig's head. With Lao Wang's status, as long as he asked, many people would give him a pig's head.

"Save the pig ears for Mr. Jin and his friends tomorrow at noon. Cut the pig ears into strips and stir-fry them with chili peppers. There are still some leftovers from lunch, so we can make do with them in the evening."

"Is this okay? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Yang Min took the two lunch boxes away with her eyes wide open, opened the lids and looked at the greasy pig snout with some reluctance, but she did not argue with her son.

The craftsmen who repair the house must not be offended. The older generation says that these people have some very evil skills. If they tamper with the beams, it will cause unrest in the family. If they use poisonous means, the family will be destroyed.

Chang Wei was not simply being kind-hearted. He would rather believe it than not.

Chang Long was holding the little girl in the outer courtyard watching people lay bricks. When she came back and saw Chang Wei, she went up to him, hugged him and asked, "Brother, what are we having for dinner?"

"Fair wind."

"What is a tailwind?"

Chang Wei touched Chang Long's ear and said with a smile, "That's it."

Chang Long didn't understand, and ran to look in the cupboard with a pouty mouth, but Yang Min slapped him open, "You're spoiled, who allowed you to look in the cupboard?"

Even after getting slapped, she couldn't cry. Chang Long didn't dare to act unruly in front of her mother. She sniffed, rolled her eyes around, and went out to find Chang Tian.

The two of them whispered at the door for a while, and Chang Tian just shook his head. Chang Long had no choice but to step on him hard, and angrily punched the air.

Chang Wei washed his face, went into the north room and found a brand new gray-blue jacket from the chest of drawers. This was just made by Chang Da. The cloth shoes that Chang Tian had been longing for were delayed again.

After thinking for a while, he put his coat back, took out the shirt with two small patches on it that was on the bedside, smelled it, grabbed it in his hand and went out to get water to wash it.

"Leave it there. I'll wash it for you tomorrow morning."

"Sis, I need to wear it tomorrow morning."

"You haven't put on the new coat yet. You can wear the new one tomorrow."

"I have something to do tomorrow, so I can't bear to wear my new clothes."

"Why don't you take it out earlier? Let me do it. I'll rub it out in a while and it will be dry before daybreak."

Chang Wei didn't insist. He was okay with cooking occasionally, but he really didn't like washing dishes and clothes. In later generations, all these were done by machines.

He had originally planned to wear something neat and clean tomorrow, but just now he thought that clean and simple would be best.

With two inconspicuous patches, he looks neither ostentatious nor timid, which is more suitable for his identity as a sixteen-year-old boy and this special era.

He slept very uneasily that night.

Life is always full of surprises.

For example, you travel through time after sleeping, or you say some passionate words for no apparent reason, or you are suddenly asked to have a talk with someone.

Chang Wei walked into Zhang Youde's office. When the two middle-aged men with serious faces looked at him, he felt like he was being scanned by a machine. "Are you Chang Wei?"

"Yes."

"I'm Lu Shengli from the Municipal Bureau's Political Department. Please sit down and don't be nervous."

"Hello, Chief!"

Zhang Youde stood up and gave Chang Wei a comforting look, then said, "You guys talk, I'll go arrange the work."

Coming out of the office, Zhang Youde stood at the door of the instructor's office. Guo Gang came out and said, "There's nothing to worry about. Although Chang Wei is a little naughty, he knows what he's doing."

"I'm not worried."

Although he said this, he was still worried in his heart.

The person who came was a section chief, and he represented the department. We didn't send someone directly from the department to talk for fear of forcing things to happen. Even so, every word Chang Wei said today would be recorded.

The doors of all the offices in the Central Court were open. From time to time, someone would come to the door and look towards the director's office, and they would go in and out very quietly.

About a quarter of an hour later, a drooping duck voice accompanied by a powerful singing came from the office.

"Several storms, several springs and autumns"

"Wind, frost, snow, rain and rapids"

“No matter how hard it is, your heart will not change”

"Young people with great ambitions do not worry about their lives"

"Golden shield is forged with blood"

“Show your skills in times of crisis”

"..."

The boy's voice is changing, becoming less deep, but firm and powerful with an indomitable momentum.

The sudden sound of the song made the police officers confused and dazed. As they listened, they gradually immersed themselves in the song and their eyes became hot without them noticing.

You sing so well!

Young people with great ambitions do not worry about anything!

When they picked up guns in times of crisis, they were just teenagers.

In the office, Lu Shengli asked Chang Wei some basic information and asked him to talk about his views on public security work. Suddenly, he didn't know what to say. The lyrics he had thought of before seemed a little empty, so he sang this song out of a sudden brain cramp.

Sorry, songwriters.

Anyway, today's conversation was copied.

A smile gradually appeared on Lu Shengli's confused face.

This guy is really interesting.