Survival rules for restaurants: cooking and eating melons at the same time

A few side dishes were put into the tomato pot. The roiling tomatoes and hot steam made it so that several people could not open their eyes, and the fluttering heat waves immediately filled their nasal cavity.

Not only were a few people impatient, but even people at the nearby tables couldn't help but look over here.

"Young lady, what is this? It smells so good." The people who spoke were at the next table.

An Qiao looked up and responded, "This is hot pot. It smells good. It will be officially sold starting tomorrow."

The people at that table had almost finished their meals, and when they heard that they could eat tomorrow, they were not too disappointed. They nodded in understanding and exclaimed, "The young lady is really a genius in cooking. I don't know how she can come up with so many novel ways to eat."

The people from Dali Temple didn't have time to care about what other people were saying. They just stared at the hot pot, afraid of missing anything.

"It smells so good. Is it cooked?" Zhao Huaiqing asked uncertainly as he picked up a lettuce.

The other two people at home were the kind of people who had everything provided for them, so naturally they didn't know about it.

"It should... probably... seems..."

An Qiao took a look and could only silently write down on a piece of paper, "How long should each dish be cooked and how long can it be eaten?" After writing, she put it on the edge of the table, waiting to close the stall and then copy a few more copies.

With this notice, the people who were experiencing hotpot for the first time felt much more comfortable. They cooked the dishes according to the notice and put them into their mouths as one stack after another.

"How come this hot pot is so delicious? It's so tasty just by cooking it casually." Gu Qingyun couldn't help wondering, and reached out to pick up the condiments inside. They were just some ordinary condiments, garlic and green onion leaves...

"This is made with butter." An Qiao served another plate of yellow throat to the others.

The more they ate, the more addicted they became. They couldn't help but add more dishes. Even though they were so full that they couldn't stand up, they couldn't help but swallow it down mouthful after mouthful.

"Butter? Butter is so delicious." Gu Qingyun exclaimed.

The oils we usually eat include vegetable oil and lard, but we don’t eat much beef oil. Cows cannot be killed indiscriminately in this era, so it can be said that they are hard to come by.

In fact, Anqiao bought this batch of butter from Hu merchants. The Hu people's cattle are yaks, which have not been registered and do not need to be reported. They can just kill them if they want.

I just don't know if it's because of this batch of cows or yaks. The oil is not refined much, so this beef oil pot is actually quite expensive. I can only say that the market is probably not that good.

By the time they finished eating, the moon was already dim and the stars were dim. It was very quiet outside, but An Qiao hadn't closed the door yet.

She was coaxing a lovelorn man who had just come in.

The man pessimistically recounted his miserable experience, and An Qiao kept refilling his glass of wine and listening to his complaints.

In fact, this is not the first time that the people in Dali Temple have seen such a scene, and they have already understood it. After all, the reason why there are so many people here at night is because it can serve as an emotional trash can.

Several people nodded to An Qiao, left the money and left.

.......

The next day, just after daybreak, Gu Qingyun went to the main street. There were many shops. Gu Qingyun found a few shops in the middle. Coincidentally, they all had second floors.

Gu Qingyun roughly estimated the distance and excluded two houses whose windows and terraces were not open to the outside, leaving two more.

If you are standing on the terrace and scattering things but don't want to be seen, either the lighting is very dim or there is a place to hide.

Neither of the two seemed to fit, unless there was something else covering it up that day.

Gu Qingyun carefully recalled the information he had obtained in the past few days. Indeed, many people said that the streets were very bright that day. Almost every household hung lanterns, and the entire street was colorfully illuminated.

There are many families on this street who have second floors, so it would make sense to hang some lanterns there. If every family hangs lanterns, one can just hide behind the lanterns to conceal one's presence.

It is bright in front but dark in the back, so it is inconvenient for people to do something standing in the shadow.

Gu Qingyun quickly registered several shops. He would have to go back and ask Wu Huan to draw a picture and deduce the other party's whereabouts.

......

On the other hand, Wu Huan and Zhao Huaiqing were basically certain that it was the old Taoist priest who died himself.

In the morning, they dug out the old Taoist's body from the backyard, and then they found a few dogs and searched the backyard again.

At first, the two of them were just looking for the Eight Immortals Table. If they found the Eight Immortals Table, it could also prove that the old Taoist priest fell to his death.

Bai Jinyu squatted in the Tianshi Mansion and watched from morning to afternoon. "It is very likely that he fell to his death. The rope and the artifacts left behind can prove it. If he did something to the rope in advance, it would be too difficult. There are snake bones inside and thick ropes outside. If the snake bones were damaged by hammering directly, we would know it by touching it. If the rope outside was worn, we would know it even if we didn't check it before going up, but it is impossible. If the problem lies in the mechanism, then it is very likely that he fell directly, how could it be broken."

Bai Jinyu thought for a moment and said, "It's obvious that the body was killed by a fall. It's been a few days, so there's no way to tell if there was any medicine. But the fatal injury was caused by the fall, that's for sure."

There was blood and flesh all over the place, it was basically certain.

"The Eight Immortals Table still hasn't been found, and there's no witness..." Zhao Huaiqing looked at the corpse indifferently, feeling a little sad.

"It can be basically concluded that he killed him. The next step is to see if we can recover some of the money or something. This is the business of the Kyoto government, and we are not responsible for that part. But I guess that if the Eight Immortals Table is never found, this fraudulent sect may come out to cheat again. If they come out again, we will have a reason to catch them this time. The emperor only said that sects will not be banned, but he did not say that cults can exist forever." Wu Huan also looked at Bai Jinyu fiddling with the corpse and said lightly.

"What is the identity of this old Taoist priest? What did he do before becoming one? Have you checked?" Bai Jinyu asked as he flipped through the books.

"It's very mysterious. We haven't been able to find out who it is and have several guesses. Only after a portrait was drawn today can we verify it. Some of the previous portraits didn't match the original. It's probably because the believers all looked up to him, and he was mysterious, and there was some smoke and lights, so everyone's stories were different." Wu Huan looked at the old Taoist priest lying on the ground, his voice light and erratic.

"It's almost done. Let's ask someone to carry the body back." Bai Jinyu packed up his things, wiped his hands, and said to Zhao Huaiqing.

Zhao Huaiqing nodded, walked back absent-mindedly, and fell into silence again for a while.

"Don't think about it." Wu Huan knew what Zhao Huaiqing cared about. Zhao Huaiqing nodded and walked forward in silence, as if he still couldn't get over that hurdle.

In fact, during all those years at the Dali Temple, everyone tried their best to remain sincere, but with so many cases, it was impossible to keep every one of them perfect.

This case is the same. It always feels like it's unresolved, but at the same time, it feels like a done deal.

Since the old master died accidentally, how can he help others and how can he punish those bad guys who have crossed the line?

No one has the answer, just like even the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple cannot do everything to the best of his ability and solve every case perfectly.