Evening.

In the dignified, heavy, and enormous traditional wood stove, a sheep was bubbling away.

Comrade Jiangfu from Jiangfu Town was naturally generous. When he was young, he was willing to share half of the wild rabbits he caught with his friends. Now that he has money, he naturally doesn't mind inviting people to eat sheep and the like.

As the number of invitations increased, Comrade Jiangfu's sheep-cooking skills improved significantly, attracting more friends to come and share. Inadvertently, he entered a nearly perfect positive cycle state, where there were almost no loopholes except for spending money and time.

As soon as Jiang Yuan entered the door, he smelled the fragrant smell of sheep meat. Unlike the chefs outside who pursue efficiency, Jiang's father, who stays at home, always has plenty of time to do various pre-processing work, such as skimming the blood foam. Many people usually wait for the foam to accumulate, then scoop it out with a few spoonfuls, and let a small amount of foam float with the sheep meat.

However, Jiang's father does not do it this way. He always stands in front of the pot and skims the foam from the beginning. Sometimes, this process can last for half an hour.

This operation not only reduces the gamey taste of the sheep meat but also controls the degree of tenderness. After all, cooking a sheep is simpler than roasting one, but it still requires considerable skill.

In a large pot as wide as a sheep and a goose, the sheep meat, which is white with red and red with white, sways gently, floating... just looking at it, one cannot realize that this is a real kitchen in a resident's home.

"Yuanzi is back." Relatives and friends who came to mooch the sheep greeted him casually. Two of them brought their own bowls, chopsticks, and seasonings, while the others were not so particular.

"You messed up your home." Someone also said politely.

Jiang Yuan naturally waved his hand, "There are only two men in my family, and we can't make it messier."

When he was in the village before, he often ate at others' homes. At that time, not only did each family bring something when they came to eat rabbit, but they also sent things over when there was nothing to do. Often, the things sent by several families could make a meal.

Jiangfu Town also came out of the kitchen to take a look and said, "You're back just in time. We can eat soon. Did you dissect a body today?"

"No body today." Jiang Yuan said.

"If you haven't dissected a body, you can eat with your hands. If you have, don't touch the big pot of sheep meat. Whether you dissected a body or not, remember to wash your hands." Jiangfu Town drew a line for Jiang Yuan, and in a while, he brought out a large pot of sheep meat.

Jiang Yuan sat mixed in with the crowd, holding his chopsticks, eager to try.

"You can eat the ribs first." Jiangfu Town smiled and said, "We have a 32-pound sheep today, and I think the small ribs on this side will taste better."

Jiangfu Town's hand waved in the air twice, and when his elbow came back, all the small ribs were in everyone's bowls.

Jiang Yuan took a plate and sprinkled salt and pepper on it. The white and black salt grains were called salt and pepper, and they were sprinkled on the sheep meat. The fresh taste seemed to have been enhanced.

The sheep meat was tender but not soft, chewy but not tough. When he took the first bite, the fresh taste rushed into his nose, and the satisfaction of the fat rushed to his head.

"Uncle Jiang's sheep meat is the best, not gamey at all. It's also fragrant." Someone politely took the time to comment.

The rest of the people were all busy eating with their heads down.

Jiangfu Town just laughed in the kitchen and played with the remaining sheep meat.

He was getting older and couldn't eat more than two pieces of meat. Especially sheep meat, it was too fatty and greasy. If he ate it for two days in a row, his stomach would not be able to bear it. But he still likes to cook and likes to see his son and the villagers eating together. This is the happiness he had imagined since he was young, a happiness that only existed in his imagination.Jiang Yuan was completely different. At only 22 years old, he had a job that required more brainpower than physical strength, and he could eat whatever he wanted. Whether it was beef, lamb, pork, or chicken, as long as it was delicious, he would eat it. Even if it wasn't delicious, he could still eat until he was 70% full before stopping.

As everyone ate and chatted, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

In terms of familiarity, everyone present today was at least a relative or neighbor they had known for twenty years. Perhaps because they were too familiar, the topic quickly turned to the freshest news – forensic scientist Jiang Yuan.

"Jiang Yuan, you're a police officer now. How many cases have you solved?" Aunt Hua was more interested in chatting than eating.

Jiang Yuan smiled and said, "I'm a forensic scientist. I've only participated in a few cases."

"What cases?" Aunt Hua immediately asked, while scooping a bowl of soup.

"The details of the cases cannot be disclosed," Jiang Yuan said.

"The police have requirements," a young person nearby who understood said.

Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement and said, "The content of the case must be kept confidential."

"Oh, that's right. Yuanzi is a police officer now. Can you help me, nephew?" Uncle Thirteen, who had eaten several pieces of lamb with his head down, raised his head, drank two sips of soup, and breathed a sigh of relief. "My electric bike was stolen half a year ago. I reported it to the police, but I haven't found it. Can you help me find it?"

Since the demolition of Jiang Village, many people had become wealthy and bought cars. However, due to the road conditions and distance in the county town, many people preferred to ride electric bikes for daily travel, including Jiang Yuan, who rode an electric bike to work.

Electric bike thefts were always high, and the detection rate was extremely low.

Jiang Yuan put down the lamb and said, "Uncle Thirteen, the police and the police are responsible for different things. The theft of electric bikes is generally under the jurisdiction of the local police station."

"But they're all colleagues, right?"

"I can help ask," Jiang Yuan thought. If he asked his mentor Wu Jun for help, he might be able to give the police station a heads up. After all, if there was an abnormal death in the area, the forensic scientist would have to be involved, and Wu Jun knew quite a few people.

Uncle Thirteen frowned and said, "It doesn't matter whether you ask or not. I just want my electric bike back. It's a Yashitai bike that cost over 5,000 yuan. I deliberately chose a good one, but it was stolen after only a short time. Your aunt keeps blaming me."

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Jiang Yuan helplessly said, "Being a police officer doesn't mean you can help people find things. The theft of electric bikes is one of the more complicated theft cases."

"I think it was stolen by the scrap collectors in our area. Can you help me check a few of them?" Uncle Thirteen's eyebrows twitched as he cleverly said, "The property management office has their names recorded. I'll ask them..."

Jiang Yuan was startled when he heard that he had to check people. It was not just a violation of regulations, but it was also illegal. As a newcomer, Jiang Yuan did not want the topic to escalate to this point.

Jiang Yongxin, who ran a car wash shop downstairs, raised his hand while eating meat. "Count me in. I've lost two."

"Does it count if it was two years ago? I lost one two years ago too," Aunt Hua added, not wanting to miss out on the lively conversation.