Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   Cheng Yuanzheng ate the wontons with a snort. In the early morning, the stall was deserted, the temperature was a little low, and white mist appeared on the wonton bowl.

   "Come back, boy? Get up so early. I told you to wait a little longer and give you another bowl."

  The stall owner set up the stall, took a while to boil the water on the stove, and kindly sent a bowl of hot wontons.

   "Thank you uncle, this wonton is really good, I'm thinking of getting another bowl."

   Cheng Yuanzheng said aloud thanks and ate happily.

   Came to B city by train overnight, got off the train and ate a bowl of steaming wontons, which warmed from the stomach to the limbs, it was a comfort!

"My family's wonton skins are thin and filling, oily and watery, and cooked with broth. The seasoning is an ancestral secret recipe. It's been a craftsmanship for many years, and basically they are repeat customers. You happened to be here early today, and it will be full after a while. Line up."

   The young man who helped the stall owner brought another bowl of wontons over and introduced it with great enthusiasm.

  Cheng Yuanzheng smiled and thanked him for taking it. He looked directly at his face, but he still couldn't see clearly.

  There are customers coming over for breakfast one after another, and the stall owner father and son are busy, greeting regular customers from time to time.

   "The boss settles the accounts."

  Cheng Yuanzheng finished eating and wiped his mouth before getting up, and his seat was occupied by the guests waiting next to him.

   Cheng Yuanzheng is not annoyed, the wontons are delicious, and it is inevitable that the business will be booming.

   "I'm asking for your money, the wontons are a bit hot, be careful."

   The young man neatly took out a two-cent note with a bamboo clip and handed it back to him. He also put the fresh wontons and soup in a plastic bag, put them on two layers, and handed them over, not forgetting to give a thoughtful instruction.

   Cheng Yuanzheng took the money and put it in his pocket, carrying the wonton to ask: "Where is the Public Security Bureau going?"

   The young man gave him a surprised look, and when he saw that Qi Yuxuan was not like a bad guy, he smiled and pointed the way.

   "Not far. Turn left at the intersection ahead and walk a hundred meters or so."

   Cheng Yuanzheng thanked him and walked away.

   Cheng Yuanzheng entered the Public Security Bureau, asked the police officers on duty to explain the situation, and wanted to contact the comrades of the household registration department to help check the files.

  The little policeman thanked his wontons for breakfast, and bluntly ate them while they were still hot. He took the photo and looked at it, and almost spit it out!

   "Who do you say this is?"

   Cheng Yuanzheng was taken aback by his snoring voice, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he asked while explaining.

   "The He Manshan family in City A, what happened? Did you recognize someone?"

  The little policeman looked at him strangely, no matter how it looked, it didn't seem like he was deliberately teasing himself, he put down the spoon and flicked the photo with his fingers.

   "You bought this wonton from the old Guojia wonton stand on Nanbian Street, right? I'm familiar with this taste, and I'm a regular customer there."

   Cheng Yuanzheng nodded and acknowledged, waiting for his next words.

   "Boss Guo, his son didn't go to the stall with his dad today?"

   The little policeman asked again, in a strange tone.

  The expedition quickly grasped the point.

   "You mean, his son is very similar to the person in the photo?!"

   What a coincidence! Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it!

   "You didn't see it?" the little policeman asked suspiciously, not understanding the reason for his excitement.

   Cheng Yuanzheng coughed twice in disguise, and came with an excuse to open his mouth.

"No, I'm just worried that I have a prejudice in my heart and I can't see it correctly, so I want to find someone to confirm it. If you feel the same way, then I'm relieved. By the way, you can help me adjust Malanju's file, too. A pair of photos."

  The little criminal policeman came to be interested, and he didn’t eat any food. He called his girlfriend from the household registration department to come over, open an office to adjust the files, and compare them with the photos.

   "Huh? This Malanju looks a bit like the little girl in the photo."

  The policewoman was the first to see the clue and shouted in surprise.

   "Really?" Cheng Yuanzheng's eyes lit up, the prediction came true, but he asked with confidence.

   The female police officer was not sure when he asked him this, and asked for help to look at the boyfriend on duty in the criminal investigation team.

   The little detective touched his chin and pondered.

   "I understand your concerns. Well, I'll go to the technical department to see if anyone is working overtime. They have good eyes and can recognize them more accurately."