After Nanahara Takeshi finished reading all the information about Kameda Atsushi's case, he made a copy of Kameda Atsushi's "Secret Book" and then left the Hirano Police Station with Kiyomi Ruri. They took a taxi straight to the Goya Park, intending to take advantage of the remaining time today to conduct an on-site investigation. Goya Park is not far from the police station, and they arrived in no time.

This is a city walking park with winding paths and a large number of trees planted along the way for people to enjoy cherry blossoms in spring, lotus flowers in summer, red leaves in autumn, and plum blossoms in winter. Since lotus flowers can be enjoyed here, there is naturally a shallow lake. Upstream of the lake, there is a small river. The case happened on the riverside of the upper part of the park. The small river is artificially diverted here, bypassing a small mound before converging again. On the left side of the mound are the fishing enthusiasts, and on the right side is the place where Aiomari Harumitsu and Kameda Atsushi had a quarrel and fight.

Nanahara Takeshi first looked at the place where Kameda Atsushi was killed. However, the murder case had happened six days ago, and the traces had been damaged by wind and sun. It was impossible to find anything without professional equipment. Then he looked in the direction of the fishermen—consistent with the information in the case file, the two sides were not far away in a straight line, but there was a small mound and trees in between, so they couldn't see each other.

Afterwards, his gaze turned to the small river. He picked up a pebble and threw it into the water, causing a splash.

The river was not deep, and the water source came from the melting snow in the nearby mountains of Hirano. In addition, the river channel was artificially constructed, so the water quality was very clear. He could even see how the stone he threw sank to the bottom.

"Do you suspect that there is something wrong with the case?" Kiyomi Ruri asked curiously, holding a box of miscellaneous items. "Do you think Kameda Atsushi framed himself for suicide and threw the murder weapon into the river?"

"Yes, I had some doubts before. After all, with modern technology, it is not difficult to fake a voice. But at present, it seems unlikely. The river water is too clear and not deep. It would be very conspicuous to throw a knife in. Even if the police were careless, they couldn't possibly not see it." Nanahara Takeshi looked at the river surface for a while, then turned around and walked with her in the downstream direction of the small river. They quickly arrived at the filtration and buffer dam in front of the small lake—a low dam built to prevent floodwater from rushing into the lake during the flood season and damaging precious ornamental plants. It also served as a buffer to intercept floating debris from upstream on a daily basis.

He stared at the filtration and buffer dam on the shore for a while, especially the several filter screens at the daily water passage. He looked very carefully, but apart from some dead branches and leaves, he didn't find any suspicious objects. It would also be difficult to establish that the murder weapon was tied to floating debris and floated downstream.

At present, it seems that this case has no connection with the dream of the client. There are no points of suspicion to be found.

Kiyomi Ruri accompanied him for a while and said with certainty, "It definitely wasn't suicide. Otherwise, Kameda-san would be too foolish. Even if he had a grudge against Aiomari Harumitsu and wanted to retaliate against him, if he already had the courage to commit suicide, wouldn't it be more direct to attack and kill him? Why bother going through such a big circle? If there was a mistake in the framing process and the framing was unsuccessful, but he ended up dead, he would be laughed at."

Nanahara Takeshi admitted that what she said made sense and nodded, "Our task is to find the connection between Kameda Atsushi's murder and the old lady Fumie. This is the place where Kameda died, the starting point of our investigation. It's not wrong to rule out some possibilities first."

Kiyomi Ruri also nodded, but hesitated for a moment and asked, "Could it be that the relationship with Kameda-san is not significant, but it's actually because of Aiomari Harumitsu?"

"I don't know, but Kameda Atsushi is already dead, and the surrounding environment is the most likely to change. It would be troublesome if all the evidence has been cleaned up. Let's investigate him first." After Nanahara Takeshi finished speaking, he looked at the sky. The sun had already set, and it was starting to get dark. He turned around and said with a sigh, "We really didn't get much money, but I'm hungry. Let's talk about the matter tomorrow and go home for dinner first!"

............

At around six o'clock in the evening, Kiyomi Ruri entered Nanahara Takeshi's house with a box of miscellaneous items. She had just washed her hands and was ready to start working when she suddenly remembered something. She turned around, put on her shoes, and ran back home. After a while, she came back holding two lamb legs and handed them to Nanahara Takeshi happily, "I almost forgot. These are from my mom for you."

Nanahara Takeshi had just taken out a large box of shrimp from his own refrigerator and was hesitating whether to stir-fry them or make shrimp balls. Upon hearing this, he put the shrimp back and took the lamb legs, carefully examining them. He found that the quality was quite good and they were well preserved. They were indeed high-quality lamb legs. For a moment, his previous frustration was alleviated, and he smiled, "Your mom is really nice."

Being praised, Kiyomi Ruri was also very happy and hummed, "She is indeed a good person. She told me yesterday that I can't always eat your food, so she gave you two lamb legs."

"Then let's have lamb tonight." Nanahara Takeshi weighed the lamb legs and thought for a moment, then smiled, "Two front legs of lamb, with some tenderloin. We can make cold-boiled lamb. "

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Kiyomi Ruri immediately became curious, "What is cold-boiled lamb?"

"It's low-temperature slow-cooked lamb, with less gaminess and less foam. But the water quality and the quality of the lamb need to be good. These two front legs of lamb are good, perfect for cold-boiled lamb." Nanahara Takeshi turned around and started to take out cutting boards and knives, smiling, "Come, I'll teach you how to prepare the lamb."

Kiyomi Ruri still didn't understand how to cook lamb by boiling it in cold water, but she obediently tied her little pig apron and started watching Nanahara Takeshi's actions. But as she listened, she became curious and asked, "What's the difference between the front legs and the hind legs? Why have you been mentioning the front legs? Aren't they all lamb legs?"Nanahara Takeshi was very patient when training as a coolie. While washing the lamb leg, he casually explained, "Animals like sheep usually use their hind legs to jump, so compared to the hind legs, the front legs have more fat and finer meat. However, compared to other parts of the sheep, the fat content is moderate, making it the essence of the sheep and especially delicious."

As he spoke, he pointed to the connection between the front end of the lamb leg and the loin, and added, "Especially this piece of meat, it is the essence of the sheep, with an exceptionally tender texture. It is commonly known as 'yuanbao meat' and is best for boiling. I think this lamb leg must have been given by someone else, otherwise they wouldn't be so generous, and the leg even comes with half a loin."

Kiyomi Ruri nodded and suddenly realized, "Indeed, it was given by my father's friend. Maybe they have a ranch and they slaughtered it themselves."

"Next time, if someone has a ranch at home, they can entrust us. We can give them a 20% discount and make friends." Nanahara Takeshi said as he skillfully cut open the lamb leg. He cut some parts into chunks with tendons and the tender parts into thin slices, which he arranged on a frozen plate. Then he handed the knife to Kiyomi Ruri and smiled, "Alright, it's your turn to try. Cut another portion of the same amount, it's enough for us to eat."

"Okay." Kiyomi Ruri took the knife and tilted her head to look at the half lamb leg. She recalled Nanahara Takeshi's actions just now and chopped down with the knife, cutting straight to the bone. Her little face had a slightly fierce expression.

Nanahara Takeshi opened the cupboard and rummaged for a while. He took out a set of three enamel copper hot pots that looked quite old and washed the pot and lid at the tap. Then he opened the freezer and started taking out ice cubes, layer by layer, and spread them at the bottom of the hot pot.

After busying himself for a while, he turned around and glanced at Kiyomi Ruri. He casually picked up a spoon and tapped her head, displeased, "Cut along the grain. Didn't I tell you just now? Cut along the white fat texture between the meat tendons, and tear off the fascia when you encounter it. Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated? Don't cut so fast! Beginners should observe carefully before cutting, don't develop bad habits!"

"I've been doing as you said, why hit me?" Kiyomi Ruri turned her head unhappily, "I'm working for you, listening to your instructions, but you can't be impolite to me. Otherwise, don't blame me for fighting back."

Nanahara Takeshi didn't hesitate to tap her with the spoon again and laughed, "You pig brain, do you know what you're learning? If you stick with me for three years, you'll be enough to become the treasure of a second-rate cuisine restaurant. Your skills will last a lifetime. But now you're unhappy just because I tapped you on the head? You naive little girl, do you know how difficult it is for others to learn something? It's only because you're lucky to have met me. Otherwise, if you change to another kitchen, which chef would bother to tap you? They would just ask you to step aside and find someone else. You're so stupid. This is something that others can't even beg for, and yet you dare to have an attitude?"

You bastard, stop scolding me...

Kiyomi Ruri became even more unhappy, but suddenly remembered a TV drama she had watched before. In it, a little assistant chef wanted to learn culinary skills and would always be attentive and eager to please. He was just one step away from begging the head chef for guidance, but the head chef couldn't be bothered and made him squat in the kitchen to wash potatoes and radishes every day. It took him several years before the head chef finally agreed to teach him, but still didn't pay much attention to him. It was all thanks to the assistant chef's cleverness and secretly learning various techniques and recipes that he eventually succeeded.

Compared to that, Nanahara Takeshi's attitude was much better. He was willing to personally demonstrate and guide her. He was far superior to that head chef.

If she could learn something and be tapped a few times, it didn't seem to matter.

She had nothing to say and turned back to cutting the meat. Nanahara Takeshi, seeing that she had calmed down, used the spoon to gesture and explained to her again how to observe the texture of the meat and how to cut it to ensure the best taste, so as not to end up with a pot of shredded meat soup.

Kiyomi Ruri also focused and took her time to observe carefully before cutting. However, her hands were not steady enough and her eyes were not accurate enough, so she still cut in a messy manner. But Nanahara Takeshi didn't say anything more. Knife skills require long-term practice. Anyone who starts out will cut in a clumsy manner, but as long as the method is correct, it will gradually improve. At least after three to five months, she would be competent as an assistant.

He took a look and felt that there was no problem. He turned around and prepared some simple side dishes and dipping sauces. Then he continued to let her slowly slice the meat while he carried the sliced meat and went to the living room. He arranged the copper hot pot, placed the silver frost charcoal, lit the fire, and neatly arranged the lamb meat on the ice—those that were cut into shreds were placed on Kiyomi Ruri's side, while those he cut were placed on his side. Then he poured pure water, added seasonings and spices, a little fresh milk, and covered the pot with a gorgeous enamel lid to let it simmer.

At this point, Kiyomi Ruri had also finished slicing the lamb meat for the second round and brought it out on a frozen plate. Then, out of curiosity, she sat at the small square table and watched Nanahara Takeshi prepare the dipping sauce. Then she couldn't help but lift the lid of the pot and took a look, surprised, "You're really using ice to cook the lamb. Why do you need to use ice? Can't you just use water?"

"Using water is certainly possible, but the texture will be different." Nanahara Takeshi prepared the dipping sauce according to her preferences, using sauces like 28 sauce and chive sauce, and sprinkled some crushed sesame seeds. He handed it to her and casually said, "Low temperature will make the lamb meat more firm, and when the lamb meat melts and expands again with the ice, it will passively absorb the soup. When it is cooked, the lamb meat will contract and release the soup again. This is different from lamb cooked directly with water. The gamey taste is lighter, and it tastes fresher and tenderer."

After a pause, he added, "It is said to be invented by Mongolian cavalry. In winter, it is difficult to get water, so they chiseled ice and cooked it with lamb. They discovered that the texture was different, and it has been passed down since then. Later, some people called it Genghis Khan's lamb hot pot, but it's just a legend. It's hard to verify now whether it's true or not."

Kiyomi Ruri suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. I know Genghis Khan. I've had Genghis Khan barbecue before."Nanahara Takeshi was stunned for a moment and said speechlessly, "These two are different. Boiled lamb has some connection with Genghis Khan, but Genghis Khan's grilled meat has nothing to do with it. I don't know which idiot opened a shop and made up this story. It seems like it's becoming true."

"Does it not matter?"

"Not at all."

The two chatted casually, and soon the faint smoke from the top of the copper hot pot mixed with the steam. The pot started to bubble and the aroma emerged. Kiyomi Ruri's face turned red and warm. She secretly swallowed her saliva and took a sip of barley tea. She wanted to say that they could uncover the lid, but she felt it was not reserved enough, so she held back.

Fortunately, Nanahara Takeshi was also hungry. The boiled lamb was not afraid of being overcooked, so it was fine to eat while cooking. He directly uncovered the lid, skimmed off the foam with a ladle, and scooped out two bowls of soup, handing one to Kiyomi Ruri. He smiled and said, "The original soup turns into the original food. The water quality and lamb are both excellent. Drink it slowly."

Kiyomi Ruri took the bowl and found that the soup was milky white with a red wolfberry floating on top, which was unexpectedly cute. Then she heard Nanahara Takeshi's satisfied voice saying, "Alright, let's start!"

She quickly knelt down, said "I'm starting," and eagerly used the ladle to pick up the lamb. At this moment, the lamb had turned into a milky white color and was already tender. It easily came off the bone amidst the steaming hot air.

She first tried the original flavor and found that the gamey taste was almost nonexistent, leaving only a fresh taste. Then she dipped it in the sauce and tried it again. The lamb was covered with a layer of rich sesame saltiness, with a perfect combination of freshness and fragrance. The taste was excellent, making her wish she could swallow it whole.

Nanahara Takeshi also tasted it and thought it was very good. He smiled and asked her through the "chimney" of the hot pot, "How is it? Is it different from ordinary boiled lamb?"

Kiyomi Ruri actually couldn't taste any difference. She was busy putting the second piece of lamb into her mouth when she heard his words, so she quickly nodded and reservedly said, "It's a little different from ordinary boiled lamb, um... different, the taste is a bit better."

Damn, this guy is really amazing. He comes up with new ideas every day, and everything he cooks is delicious to the extreme. If he's willing to increase his hourly wage, I wouldn't mind being his assistant for three years without any loss.

"Indeed, it has a unique flavor." Nanahara Takeshi also nodded. In the future, the ice-boiled lamb became a popular internet product, tarnishing its reputation. However, if high-quality lamb and water quality were used, the taste was indeed much better than plain boiled lamb.

At least that's what his emperor's taste buds thought.

At this point, Kiyomi Ruri was too busy to pay attention to him. She buried her head and chewed vigorously, loving the combination of sesame sauce and lamb meat. She felt it was absolutely amazing and quickly finished all the lamb in front of her.

She was sweating on her forehead and used the ladle to scoop some for Nanahara Takeshi. He had a strong sense of territory and blocked her chopsticks with his own, saying, "Scoop from my side first."

"I don't have any left." Kiyomi Ruri scooped a few times with the ladle to show that there was only a small piece of meat left on her side, which was not interesting to eat.

Nanahara Takeshi took the ladle to check and said in confusion, "How is it possible that there's none left? I prepared the meat according to your appetite. You should be full after randomly cooking something later."

"There really isn't any left. It should have all rolled over to your side while cooking." Kiyomi Ruri was no longer polite with Nanahara Takeshi. They ate dinner together every day, so there was no need to be polite. She took back the ladle and started scooping from his side.

Nanahara Takeshi had nothing to say. He rubbed his chin and frowned, looking at Kiyomi Ruri through the steam. He suddenly realized that this Tibetan Fox was eating more and more. Her appetite was about to surpass his, which was not a good sign. The cost of raising her was also too high. However, he was very particular about eating, and the lamb leg was a gift from someone else, so he couldn't blame her for developing towards the direction of a pig. He could only snatch back the ladle and quickly scoop a few more pieces for himself.

When all the pieces of lamb were finished, the lamb slices in the ice plate were also cooked in the hot soup. Kiyomi Ruri was still happily eating, sometimes stuffing a large piece into her mouth, her eyes curved, almost wagging her tail.

In the end, there wasn't enough meat, and it was not suitable to slice it anymore. Nanahara Takeshi furrowed his brow and took out a piece of leftover pancake from the refrigerator that he had saved for a late-night snack. After slicing it, he let her slowly cook and eat it. Only then was the meal complete.

This Tibetan Fox is really not picky. Even when the pancake slices were rolled in the pot and dipped in sesame sauce, they still tasted delicious.

(End of this chapter)