Seven's secret

Murong Qing seldom cooks, and even he has very few chances to enter the kitchen, at most, he comes in to help Xiao Liuduan carry the dishes or open the refrigerator to get himself a can of Coke.

I forgot to mention that since he came to Binhai, under the guidance of Xiao Liu, he has learned to cook eggs and instant noodles.

However, it is still quite unreal to cook a seafood meal with this level of cooking skills.Murong Qing simply put all the vegetables he bought back into the refrigerator, and the fish and shrimps were also frozen, leaving only some of them ready to make some dinner for the cats on the balcony - he saw that Xiaoliu had done this, fish and shrimp water Boil without seasoning, and then mix it with rice and it will be OK.

Well, it's about the same as hard-boiled eggs.

As for himself, he can just order a takeaway or cook a bag of instant noodles when he gets hungry.It is said in the book that dinner is actually not that important, even if you are hungry, it doesn't matter.

Murong lightly dug out the leftover rice from the refrigerator, put it in the microwave to heat it up slightly, and then mixed it with the cooked fish.It was his first time making this kind of thing, and he didn't know if it was right, but it smelled fishy, ​​and it didn't feel delicious at all.

When they came out with the basin, the cats on the balcony were all excited.Probably did not expect that the homeowner, who has always been ignorant of them, would condescend to make dinner for them.Well, in fact, they were not sure whether the contents in the basin were for them, so they stood close to the glass window, staring at Murong Qing's every move with round eyes.

Murong Qing glanced at this scene from the corner of his eye, for some reason, his heart softened suddenly.

The cats' rice bowls were cleaned by Xiao Liu and put away in a cabinet in the corner of the balcony.Murong lightly divided the bibimbap in his hand into these rice bowls, then took a step back, and said lightly, "Eat."

The bold Maomao took a few steps forward tentatively, seeing that he hadn't moved much, he rushed over to eat with the basin in his arms.The timid Maomao kept an eye on Murong Qing's movements and slid past.It wasn't until a white cat ate up its share and asked for additional food, and Murong Qing beat it without saying a word and poured two spoonfuls of bibimbap into its bowl, did the cats and cats relax completely.The yellow cat closest to him rubbed its tail affectionately on his leg.

"Oh, the bibimbap you made is also delicious."

"This fish is also very fresh..."

"Xiaoqi, you are really a good person."

"Know how to cook, but also have a beautiful heart."

"..."

Murong Qing couldn't hold back, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.Getting along with the little animals seems to be the first time that the atmosphere is so good.So good that he couldn't help but want to say something.

"Hey, what have Yutou been up to lately?" Murong Qing asked them without words.Except for the few cats raised by Ling Dongzhi's family, only Yutou can be named by him.

The white cat, which was licking its paws, huddled aside and meowed, "Yutou has been looking for the kitten everywhere these days, and I don't know what it's busy with."

Another yellow cat said without lifting the head of the rice bowl: "I heard the old cat behind the rockery in the park tell a story to her cubs, saying that they should not run around, and the fish heads would catch them and eat them. "

There was an explosion on the balcony, and the hairballs meowed into a ball.Murong Qing suddenly felt a headache, fish heads can eat kittens?Who is spreading rumors?

Murong stood up lightly and closed the glass door of the balcony, shutting the noise behind him.He recalled the last time he saw Yutou, it took a group of cat brothers to find some kind of processing factory, and this processing factory seemed to have some kind of connection with the kittens.Murong Qing thought to himself, the world of animals is not so simple as it seems.

Murong knocked lightly on the glass door, "If anyone encounters Yutou, please send me a message, just say that I will live here for the next two days. If it is fine, it can come over for dinner."

The cats meowed in agreement, making a fuss on the balcony.

Murong lightly slept until after two o'clock and woke up. He was used to light sleep, and he stopped lying down when he woke up. He got up and took out the drawing board and began to draw the underglaze red jade pot and spring vase during the day.

The underglaze red technique of the Ming Dynasty was very mature in the Yongxuan period. At this time, the underglaze red color is delicate and beautiful, and the glaze surface is oily and crystal clear, reaching the peak of underglaze red production.Although this jade pot and spring vase tries to imitate the style of the Yuan Dynasty, the glazes used are different, the firing techniques are different, and the temperature control is also different, so the results are naturally very different.His master once said that no skill can hide from the eyes of time.

As for modern imitations, the gap is even more obvious, and the technology is far inferior to the craftsman of the Ming Dynasty.Murong Qing also found a few familiar patterns in the pile of fragments in the police station, and he felt that the goal of these people should not only be to imitate this red jade pot and spring vase in glaze.

Murong pondered for a while, then suppressed his curiosity back.There are still a lot of things about him, he doesn't want to know how these porcelain burners are linked to crime.

Sketching, coloring, the smell of paint slowly diffused in the small room.The very light smell is something that can soothe the nerves for him. In the days when there was no hope in the past, it had accompanied him through countless sleepless nights.

When the sky was slightly bright, Murong Qing took down the picture from the drawing board, intending to show it to the stubborn policeman.This should be the real look of the original, the pattern and color have shown the closest to the original state.

Just take it to see Mr. Pei's face.

Murong washed his face lightly, and when he was changing clothes, Pei Rong's phone rang as scheduled.Murong leaned over to the window and saw the black Volkswagen that picked him up from the workshop yesterday parked downstairs, Pei Rong wearing a dark checked shirt was leaning on the door and looking up.He spotted Murong Qing as soon as he showed his head. Pei Rong stared at the upstairs window and said to the phone very succinctly, "Is it packed? Come down, I'll take you to have breakfast."

Murong Qing was not sure if he really saw himself.The glass is stained with morning light, which may be a bit dazzling from downstairs.But the way his face was bathed in the warm light, slowly opening into a smile made Murong Qing take an extra look for no reason.

When Murong Qing went downstairs, she also took the picture that she had drawn at night with her.As soon as Pei Rong saw this picture, he couldn't sit still. He didn't have time to eat breakfast. He took Murong Qing to the police station first, handed the picture to the policewoman with short hair, and muttered to himself that he didn't know what was arranged. Only then did he take Murong Qing to the antique street... the breakfast shop next to it.

This time has already passed the rush hour for office workers, but the shop was still full early in the morning, and most of them were old people who had returned from morning exercises, carrying long swords and fans on their backs.Murong Qing felt uncomfortable seeing this crowded scene, if Pei Rong hadn't stopped him forcefully, he would have turned around and left.Pei Rong probably also noticed that Murong Qing was a bit eccentric, so he purposely blocked a corner table and gave him the innermost seat that no one could squeeze in.

"Fried dough sticks, braised eggs, meat pies," Pei Rong asked for Murong Qing's opinion while ordering, "Is there anything to avoid? His soy milk is freshly ground, and it tastes better than others. You will know after trying it." . Meatloaf is also very delicious. Really."

Murong Qing thought it was interesting that he emphasized the deliciousness in his tone, "Have you eaten it before?"

"Eat," Pei Rong pointed to the window with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, "I lived there when I was in junior high school. At that time, the area hadn't been rectified, and the storefronts were quite dilapidated. But there are people coming and going every day, which is very lively. My grandfather often takes me to this store for breakfast. He also likes to drink their soy milk. Unfortunately, I live far away now, so I came here for breakfast. It's time. Today is your light."

Murong pursed his lips lightly.

Pei Rong said again: "There used to be a lot of good things on this street, but now it's not good. There are many fake ones and few real ones. They are all things to fool tourists."

Murong Qing knew early on that there were not many shops that really bought and sold antiques on Antique Street, and most of them sold some modern handicrafts or distinctive tourist souvenirs.Among them, porcelain definitely accounts for the largest share.

The food they ordered was delivered quickly, and Murong lightly took a bite of the meatloaf recommended by Pei Rong, it was really delicious.Murong Qing's brows relaxed, feeling that being caught by the police is not such a sad thing.He had just swallowed the last piece of patty, and in a blink of an eye, a peeled marinated egg appeared on the plate in front of him.

"You are too thin." Pei Rong looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "Eat more to be energetic."

Murong Qing was already full.But looking at the man with a bright smile in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, then picked up the chopsticks to pick up the delicious marinated egg.

The taste was indeed different from anything he had tasted before.

Murong Qing thought to himself, no wonder the business is so good, the old shop really lives up to its reputation.