Eating hot pot in the evening, Qin Yang was burning charcoal with Little Ningning in the yard, while Lin Chuxia and Qin Juan were preparing ingredients in the kitchen.
The slices of mutton were all pre-cut by the butcher, and the tripe was cleaned and sliced into shreds.
In the past, a winter hot pot would mainly consist of Chinese cabbage, white radishes, plain tofu, and at most, frozen tofu and duck blood.
But Lin Chuxia’s little vegetable garden had several kinds of small green vegetables, which were perfect for the hot pot.
As Qin Juan picked the vegetables, she laughed and said, "I’ve discovered that some people are born with a taste for food. You running a food business is definitely no mistake."
Of course, who could compare with Lin Chuxia when it comes to eating?
Take the hot pot condiments, for instance. In those days, there were no ready-made condiments; everything had to be mixed by oneself. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Ground pure sesame made into sesame paste of the right consistency, with two bright red fermented bean curds added for flavor and scent, plus two spoonfuls of chive blossoms, brought out that special zing.
Those who liked cilantro could add a handful of freshly cut cilantro, along with some freshly fried chili oil, topped with another spoonful.
The mutton and tripe scalded in the charcoal heated copper pot, swirled in the sauce, and then eaten with a clove of sugar garlic.
Truly, you’d have one bite and be utterly speechless.
Even Little Ningning, while puffing, continued to eat the mutton, her little lips all red.
"Mommy, the sliced mutton is so delicious."
This was her first time eating sliced mutton. In her previous home, let alone sliced mutton, she hardly even had dumplings filled with mutton.
Lin Chuxia then gave her some more vegetables and tofu.
Children have delicate digestive systems; eating too much mutton late at night isn’t easy to digest.
Qin Juan was also worried she would eat too much and kept telling her to slow down.
Outside, the north wind was howling, and at some point, small snowflakes began to float down.
Inside the house, it was as warm as spring. Sitting around the steaming hot pot, watching her daughter eat with a satisfied face, Qin Juan felt like she was living in a dream.
"Today the store manager fired Feng Zhong," Qin Juan picked some noodles for her daughter and casually chatted.
"Some time ago, Gao Lele at the front desk on the first floor always had discrepancies in her accounts. The first time, 10 yuan was missing; too scared to tell the manager, she covered it with her own money. Then, a few days ago, money was missing again, this time, it was over 20 yuan. Gao Lele’s salary is only 50 yuan a month, so that’s more than 30 yuan gone, she was so upset she cried. It just so happened that Jianjun came across her and took her to see the manager..."
At the beginning of this incident, none of them thought someone was being dishonest. They just figured that because of the busy end-of-year business, there were more transactions through Gao Lele or for some other reason, Gao Lele had made a mistake in accounting.
Who would have thought that after speaking to the manager, he started investigating in a different direction.
And this investigation led straight to Feng Zhong.
"At first, Feng Zhong denied everything. I don’t know what method the manager used, but in the end, Feng Zhong admitted to it. He returned the more than 30 yuan missing from the front desk, and the manager settled this month’s wages with him and let him go."
Qin Juan didn’t know what method Jia Liang used, but Lin Chuxia had a rough idea.
What did Jia Liang do in the past? It’s not something others might think of right away, but as someone who knew Feng Zhong best, as long as it was confirmed that he had been in contact with the front desk, the case was almost certainly solved.
"What happened after that?"
Lin Chuxia didn’t care about Jia Liang firing an employee. The right to hire and fire staff in the restaurant was in Jia Liang’s hands, naturally including the authority to dismiss them.
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