The secret war is silent

The noodle shop is not big.

But after entering, the space is not small, it must be forty or fifty square meters, which is indeed quite rare in Dongshuimen Ancient Street where land is at a premium.

It's bright and has good lighting.

The important thing is that the place is very clean and doesn't feel like a roadside noodle shop at all.

On the surrounding wooden walls, there are bamboo carvings of the Four Gentlemen, which give people an elegant feeling and are indeed pleasing to the eye.

Eating at such a noodle restaurant can really enhance your taste and mood.

Shangzhiwei is a noodle shop. People who come here naturally eat noodles. This street is quite prosperous, so naturally customers are indispensable.

When Luo Yao and Gong Hui arrived, the noodle shop was almost half occupied, and the business was quite good.

I chose a good seat and sat down.

Sir, Madam, what did you two eat? The boy in Tsing Yi ran over quickly, flicked the towel on his shoulder, and wiped the table.

Bring us two bowls of noodles.

Then do you want dry noodles (dry noodles) or yellow noodles (noodles that are too hard)?

No noodle soup?

Yes, yes, two bowls of soup noodles, what should I add? the waiter asked hurriedly.

I'll add fat sausage, Xiaohui, what about you?

Add beef to me. Gong Hui thought for a moment and said.

Add greens (add more vegetables), less spicy, don't put coriander, use some garlic. Luo Yaoyou ordered, and waved his hand to let the waiter go.

Xiaohui, how do you feel? Luo Yao smiled slightly and asked Gong Hui.

The environment is pretty good, and the noodles are not expensive and can be afforded by ordinary people. I just don't know how it tastes, Gong Hui said.

Luo Yao nodded: Most of the people who come to eat at this kind of noodle restaurant are regular customers. We are strangers. Even if we talk in Shancheng language, experienced people can still understand it.

Boy, your noodles are here, and the shop also provides a plate of dried shredded noodles. Please use it slowly. As he spoke, the waiter came over with the steaming noodles.

The black ocean bowl was almost three-quarters full, with seven or eight pieces of sausage spread evenly on the surface, bright red chili peppers, and green vegetables. The heat heightened the aroma.

fragrant!

Gong Hui's bowl with beef was almost the same, and it was appetizing just by looking at it.

The store is really good at business and even gave me a plate of cold dried shredded silk, which is great value for money.

Seeing Luo Yao lower his head and eat the noodles, Gong Hui couldn't help but wonder if he had never eaten noodles before. Is this so delicious?

Is it more delicious than the miscellaneous sauce noodles in Old Beiping?

But after taking the first bite, Gong Hui found that it was so delicious that she couldn't stop eating. She was from the north and was not used to the spicy food in the south.

Fortunately, I ordered less spicy, otherwise, there would be no way to import it.

This noodle shop is good, Xiaohui. We must come here more often in the future. Luo Yao finished eating the noodles, took out his handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and called the waiter over, Brother, pay the bill.

You two spent a total of eighty cents.

Luo Yao took out a piece of French currency and handed it over: I won't change the remaining two cents. It's a tip for you.

Thank you, sir and madam. the man said happily.

Less than twenty minutes later, Luo Yao and Gong Hui came out of the Shang Zhiwei noodle shop. Gong Hui was puzzled: Aren't we here to find out the details of this 'Shang Zhiwei'? Why did it come out so quickly?

We are just ordinary diners now. If we stay too long, we will arouse suspicion, especially since we are strangers. If there is really something wrong with this 'Shangzhiwei', Luo Yao explained.

That Guo Ming was on the day shift yesterday, and today should be the night shift. We should actually be here at his time. Gong Hui complained.

I just made an observation. According to Xia Fei's description, the position where Guo Ming sits while eating noodles is very clever. His back is to the door. It is impossible to observe his movements from the outside. And when the noodle shop has ample seats, most people can't. I don't want to sit in that seat. If 'Shang Zhiwei' is the person they exchanged information with, then if he went to eat before him, the person sitting in that seat would be very suspicious. However, through our surveillance and observation, no suspicious person was found. . Luo Yao said.

If it's not people outside, then it's people inside, such as the waiters in the store. You must be in contact with them when ordering food.

First investigate the origin of this noodle shop.

good.

The origin of the noodle shop is easy to investigate, and the basic information is public. In the evening, the information was placed on Luo Yao's desk, which was very efficient.

The owner of Shangzhiwei is surnamed Shang, and his last name is a real word. He came to Shancheng about three years ago. He is a native of other provinces and actually opened a restaurant with Shancheng's special pasta in Shancheng. It has also won the reputation of Shancheng. It is really not simple. .

This time point happened to be about the same time as Guo Ming returned to the mountain city for funeral, but the specific time is not easy to check.

At that time, the price of houses on Shuidongmen Street was not expensive. Shang Zhen spent money to buy the front house of Shang Zhiwei. The business was not very good at the beginning. Later, after research, improvement, visiting teachers and learning, this was the result. Today’s “Taste of Style”.

The noodles are delicious because of the chewiness of the noodles themselves, and the soup and sauce. If the noodles are good, if the soup is good, the sauce is solid.

That must be a good bowl of noodles.

Mixing noodles requires skills, and making soup has secret recipes. Making a good bowl of noodles is not that simple, and many of them are passed down.

This is a cooking skill that is not easily passed on to outsiders.

Shang Zhen is from another province. Even though he has opened a noodle shop before, in mountain cities, people's tastes are different. It is understandable that the business did not do well at the beginning.

But how did he quickly master the tastes of the people in the mountain city and make authentic small noodles?

This process made Luo Yao curious.

Is this guy born with such a talent in this area, or has he found some secret recipe or secret?

The business of 'Shangzhiwei' was very poor for three months, with almost no one visiting. Suddenly the business became better. The texture and taste of the noodles became different, and they were very popular. Luo Yao and Gong Hui sat together Next, analyze the information of Shangzhiwei.

Are you saying that there is really something wrong with this Shang?

If he figured it out by himself, then his business should gradually improve, not all at once. This is very strange...

Perhaps he will wake up once?

Go and call Lao Cai.

Lao Cai, why did you ask him to come?

Lao Cai is a local and a chef. He should know some things that we don't know. Luo Yao ordered seriously.

Okay, let me go and see if Lao Cai is asleep.

Stationmaster, are you looking for me? Lao Cai thought something big had happened, so he hurriedly put on his clothes and came over with Gong Hui, speaking carefully.

Lao Cai, there is a 'Shangzhiwei' noodle shop on Shuidongmen Street, do you know?

I know, the business of that noodle shop was not very good at first, but then it got better for some reason. There used to be quite a lot of people eating there. Lao Cai nodded.

Have you ever eaten there?

Not at all. Lao Cai smiled.

Then you go eat tomorrow and come back and tell me how you feel in detail. Luo Yao ordered.

Webmaster, do you think our pasta is not delicious? When Lao Cai heard this, he immediately murmured in his heart and asked with some anxiety.

Luo Yao smiled bitterly: Lao Cai, you are overthinking. This is a case I am investigating and I need your help. I have no objection to the canteen, but you must keep this matter secret and not tell anyone.

After hearing this, Lao Cai felt relieved.

Remember, I just asked you to eat noodles and come back after eating. Don't be nervous, understand? Luo Yao reminded.

clear.

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Can Lao Cai do it? Gong Hui was a little doubtful. Luo Yao's speculation was a little too crazy. Why did he change from investigating Japanese spies to face.

I don't know either. Anyway, my intuition tells me that if we can't find the person who passed the news to Guo Ming, then the problem lies with the 'Shangzhiwei' noodle shop. Luo Yaodao.

Okay, anyway, I will keep an eye on it and notify you as soon as possible if anything happens. Gong Hui nodded, Go to bed early and don't stay up late.

knew.

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Lao Cai was very efficient and came to see Luo Yao the next afternoon.

How's it going, Lao Cai, how do you feel after eating 'Shangzhiwei' noodles? Luo Yao asked.

Lao Cai seemed to hesitate to speak.

What's wrong, Lao Cai, just say it, don't be afraid. Luo Yao could see that Lao Cai seemed to have some concerns in his heart and refused to speak.

Webmaster, this is my first time to eat this 'Shangzhiwei' noodle, but it feels very similar to what I have eaten before. It was made by an old friend of mine, but he has been dead for two years. There are too many. Lao Cai said.

Oh, please tell me in detail. When Luo Yao heard this, he suddenly became excited.

This old friend of mine is good at making noodles. The skill passed down from ancestors is passed down from male to female. But in his generation, he only has one daughter, so he wanted to recruit a son-in-law to pass on this skill. I heard that he found a son-in-law. , but unfortunately, there was a fire more than two years ago, and everyone was buried in the flames. The whole family was gone, and this inheritance was also ended. Lao Cai said.

Lao Cai, what is your old friend's name?

His surname is Meng, and his name is Meng Shaoyuan.

Meng Shaoyuan, okay, I'll remember it. Thank you, Lao Cai. Don't tell anyone about this. Luo Yao warned.

Yes, stationmaster.

After seeing off Lao Cai, Luo Yao immediately called Shen Yu and asked him to help go to the police station to investigate the files on the fire case involving the Meng Shaoyuan family.

For the military commander, this is nothing more than a trivial matter.

And Shen Yu just had another opportunity to make a living. Anyway, in the General Affairs Department, his work was not too busy, so of course he would not let it go if he had the opportunity to investigate the case.

Later in the evening, the relevant files regarding the fire in Meng Shaoyuan's home and the entire family being burned to death came to Luo Yao's desk.

To outsiders, there seemed to be nothing strange about a fire case, but Luo Yao just looked through it and found many doubtful points.

The person handling the case cannot be blamed. There is no perpetrator in this case, so the police naturally have no pressure or motivation to pursue the case.

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