A short man hurriedly ran out of the small building at No. 54 Hippo Street and quickly got into a car on the side of the road. The car started and disappeared at the end of the street.
Outside the building door, in a shadow across the street, a short cell phone rang. The call was connected, and a woman's voice came from inside: "Do you see clearly?"
Time goes back to one hour ago.
Hearing that he could eat Chinese food, the alcoholic brother's eyes suddenly emitted blue light. He sat down opposite Dong Qiangqiang, patted his chest and said, "I can help you with anything."
Before he finished speaking, the water in the pot gurgled. The lid of the pot was lifted up and then dropped by the steam. The lid made a crisp metallic sound when it touched the edge of the pot.
Unlike many countries, German families usually do not use natural gas stoves in their kitchens, but four-burner or double-burner electric stoves.
Dong Qiangqiang scooped the selected broccoli from the plate into the pot, gently pushed two handfuls into the pot with a frying spoon, then covered the pot, placed the pot on the unfired stove next to it, and then put the pot on the stove. Put it on the hot stove, pour some vegetable oil into the pot, and while waiting for the oil to heat up, start slicing the meat.
In a few minutes, the thin slices of meat were cut, and Dong Qiangqiang transferred the broccoli from the pot to the strainer basket on the side.
The oil in the wok gradually heated up, and light smoke visible to the naked eye appeared above the wok from time to time. Dong Qiangqiang gently pushed the sliced meat into the wok. The moment the raw meat collided with the hot oil, it immediately made a "stinging" sound.
After stir-frying for a few times, Dong Qiangqiang saw the raw meat gradually changing color, then put the fried meat slices into another prepared bowl.
While Dong Qiangqiang was washing the pot, the alcoholic brother who was waiting to hear the request took a big sip of wine and looked very impatient: "JIN, what do you want me to help you with? Hurry up and tell me."
After wiping away the water in the pot with paper towels, a little vegetable oil was poured into the wok and placed back on the stove.
The drunkard brother took a gulp of wine and shook his head dizzily before he could say anything else. Dong Qiangqiang had quickly chopped the onions, ginger, and garlic, then put the onions and ginger into the spatula and prepared them.
When the pot started to smoke again, Dong Qiangqiang gently placed the green onion and ginger along the edge of the wok.
The room was suddenly filled with the aroma of onions and ginger.
He carefully poured the drained broccoli into the wok, and suddenly a white cloud of smoke rose above the wok.
After lightly pulling the broccoli a few times, Dong Qiangqiang threw the fried meat slices into the pot, added light soy sauce, salt, garlic and a little chicken essence. After stir-frying for a few times, he turned off the stove and covered it. Cover the pot.
The drunkard brother had already smelled the aroma of the food. He couldn't help but approach the wok and said in an unbelieving tone: "Is it ready? So fast? It's like magic."
"Rice?" Dong Qiangqiang served himself a bowl of rice and turned to ask the drunkard brother.
The drunkard nodded vigorously with his eyes full of excitement.
Dong Qiangqiang picked up a small bowl and was about to put it in it. After thinking about it, he put it down again, reached out and picked up another plate, filled two tablespoons of rice firmly, and handed it to the drunkard brother.
"Hurry up, I can't wait any longer." The drunkard brother said and took another sip of wine.
Dong Qiangqiang gently opened the lid of the pot, and the drunkard brother's eyes went straight.
"What's this called?" Brother Drunkard asked curiously.
"Try it." After Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, he put the food on a plate and put it on the dining table.
The drunkard brother took a few spoonfuls of meat slices, chewed them hard, and ate some broccoli. He put down the spoon while slurping it, and said with a disappointed look on his face: "JIN, this is not the one you made yesterday. "
Dong Qiangqiang picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth, and asked curiously: "Do you know what I did yesterday?"
The drunkard brother nodded: "Sasha said you made potato beef or something, which is very delicious. My grandma often made that dish for me when I was a child, so I came to ask you today."
"Do you want to eat potatoes and beef stew?" Dong Qiangqiang did not expect that the other party would specify, "Then let's wait for another day."
"It's settled. I'll do it another day." After finishing speaking, the drunkard brother stood up and left.
"There's something..." Dong Qiangqiang put down his chopsticks, "I want to ask you for help."
The drunkard brother looked back at him and waved the bottle with a smile on his face: "My old friend is calling me. Let's talk about it another day."
"Actually, it's very simple. If my classmate comes to see me again, just let him in. If it's convenient, help me ask his name, then thank you even more."
The drunkard brother made an "ok" sign with his finger and slipped out of the kitchen quietly.
Dong Qiangqiang was thinking in his mind: Is this idea feasible?
At 19:15 in the evening, Dong Qiangqiang walked out of the door carrying his schoolbag. He looked relaxed and walked leisurely towards the corner.
After watching his back disappearing around the corner, a short man got out of a parked car on the side of the road, took out a satchel from the car and slung it on his back, put on a pair of sunglasses, and walked a few steps I walked to the door of No. 54 and rang the doorbell.
"Who?" came an inarticulate voice from the door.
"I'm looking for JIN." The short man said looking at the name in the name column under the doorbell.
The door opened with a creak, and the drunkard brother stood at the door wearing pajamas and holding a bottle of wine, looking at the people outside the door with blurred eyes.
"Hello, I am JIN Yuan's classmate." The short man asked politely, "Is he at home?"
After the drunkard brother recognized that it was the same person who came to see Dong Qiangqiang that day, he let him in. After the short man walked in, he smiled and pointed upstairs, making a questioning expression.
The drunkard brother said nothing, wandered back to the house, and closed the door with a bang.
The short man looked around cautiously. Since it was getting late and the old house was full of dark furniture and decorations, the only wall lamp on the wall was still out, making the light in the building very dark. He could not see the stairs clearly. After taking his place, he walked slowly up the stairs.
He walked slowly, listening to the sounds upstairs. But the building was very quiet, except for the occasional creaking sound of the stairs' planks.
The short man walked outside Dong Qiangqiang's room and listened at the door. There was no sound in the room. He carefully listened to several rooms nearby, but there was no movement either.
The light in the toilet on the third floor was also broken and it looked pitch dark. The kitchen looked freshly cooked and there was still some lingering smell.
The short man walked to Dong Qiangqiang's door and knocked on the door, but no one answered.
He turned the doorknob with his hand, and to his surprise, the door was unlocked.
He gently opened the door and looked inside. He could vaguely see a bulging thing on the mattress.
He turned on the flashlight, walked to the mattress, and lifted the outermost sheet, only to see piles of clothes stacked inside.
Just when he was surprised, the lights suddenly turned on in the room, and a voice asked behind him: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The short man turned around in a hurry and saw a woman in her forties standing at the door of the room, looking at him suspiciously.
He quickly put away the flashlight and explained while walking towards the woman: "I am JIN YUAN's classmate, and I came to find him. But he was not at home. I thought he was playing a game of find and hide with me."
The woman looked suspicious: "JIN YUAN's classmate?" This time she finally pronounced it correctly.
"That's right." The short man said as he walked out of the room and walked toward the stairs. "Since he's not here, I'll come find him another day. Good night."
After saying that, he hurriedly ran out of the small building and quickly got into his car. The car disappeared at the end of the street.
Outside the building door, in a shadow across the street, a short cell phone rang. The call was connected, and a woman's voice came from inside: "Do you see clearly?"
"See clearly. Thank you, Sasha."
Putting down the phone, Dong Qiangqiang walked towards the station. It seemed that he had to go to the police station tonight.
