Chapter 58 The Collapse of "The Moral God" (V)
"Wow, what a beautiful pheasant."

Liu Zhiye looked at her face with pride. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she became. It was pleasing to the eyes.

"Comrade Gan Ning, I'm here to report to you on my work over the past few days."

Gan Ning smiled slyly and said, "Comrade Liu Zhiye, it's time to get off work now. If you want to report to your leader, remember to come earlier next time~"

"This leader is going home, please do as you please!"

As he spoke, he actually stood up, picked up the women's double-breasted coat hanging on the hanger, put it on, picked up his bag and was about to go out.

Liu Zhiye took a few steps forward, snatched the handbag and said with a grin, "I'll help the leader carry the bag~"

Gan Ning replied to him seriously: "Well, you little comrade, you have a good understanding. Good, good, keep it up! ~"

The two of them walked out the door, chatting and teasing each other.

As usual in the evening, Liu Zhiye would ride his bike to take her home.

When they reached the Dong'an Market, Liu Zhiye suggested that since it was getting cold, they should go to Donglaishun Hotpot to eat mutton and warm themselves up.

When Gan Ning heard about going to Donglaishun, she hesitated and said she wanted to go home to eat. In fact, she felt sorry for Liu Zhiye's money. Every time they were together, Liu Zhiye spent a lot of money. Even if he was rich, he couldn't do that.

Liu Zhiye saw what she was worried about, so he made an excuse that he hadn't eaten mutton for a long time and wanted her to accompany him to satisfy his craving.

Gan Ning hesitated for a long time, but looking at his pitiful and greedy look, she had no choice but to agree.

To be honest, at this time, 49% of the Han people have to go to these halal restaurants if they want to eat beef and mutton.

Although beef and mutton are also sold in the market, they must be supplied to Hui people first. Han people can only eat beef and mutton during festivals.

Usually, the food is provided in the form of a few kilograms, either beef or mutton. You can't have both. And the food is provided in the poorest places, so the Han people are not good at cooking these two kinds of meat. Mutton is usually used to make dumplings, and beef is either stewed or made into sauce.

The two of them came to the "Donglaishun Mutton Restaurant" located in Dong'an Market, which was rebuilt on the original site by the owner Ding Deshan after the fire in Dong'an Market in 1912.

The main businesses here are deep-fried, roasted and hot-boiled mutton, especially the hot-boiled mutton, which is unique and has a long history. There is a proverb in Beijing: "The hot-boiled mutton at Donglaishun is so tender."

After the beginning of autumn, the weather turned cold, and Donglaishun's mutton hotpot began to be sold. Three or four friends had a meal together, and each person contributed 80 cents or 1 yuan, which was a fair price.

The old Beijingers all regard eating mutton hotpot at Donglaishun after autumn as a pleasant enjoyment.

Take a seat, put a steaming hot pot, add chili oil, shrimp oil, sesame paste, tofu broth and other seasonings, order a few plates of mutton, and eat slowly, it is very delicious.

If you like to eat fat, you can order a plate of big three-forked meat, which has white meat on one end and red meat on the other. If you like to eat lean meat, you can order a plate of cucumber strips, which has red meat on all sides. If you like to eat half fat and half lean meat, you can order a plate of small three-forked meat, which has the same color: red meat on both ends and white meat in the middle. The meat slices are served neatly, sliced ​​thinly, and rolled into small tubes. They look comfortable and taste fine and tender.

When people see this, they can't help drooling. Even many friends will have such a scene in their minds: a group of people come to Donglaishun to eat hot pot, and when they eat the delicious mutton, they can't help but say: You know what, the mutton at Donglaishun is just different.

Liu Zhiye and his companion walked into the lobby of this quaint three-story antique building.

A waitress in white clothes and a white hat came out to greet us from the opposite side.

"You two, please come in."

As he led the way, Liu Zhiye and Gan Ning followed him and sat down at an empty table.

"What would you two like to eat?"

Liu Zhiye took the delivery menu and glanced at it.

"Three catties of Ximeng lamb, one portion of fresh tripe, one portion of lamb brain, one catty of black-and-white fatty beef, and one portion of hawthorn cheese and butter fried cake."

"I want a few more dishes, chicken silk, cordyceps, marinated bean curd sticks, crispy sugar garlic, cucumber strips, cabbage, frozen tofu, lamb blood, vermicelli... one portion each of these."

Gan Ning, who was standing by, got angry and patted him lightly, saying, "Enough~ Enough. It's a waste if you can't finish it."

Then he said to the male waiter, "Excuse me, these will be all you need."

While the dishes were being served, the two of them looked around the restaurant.

The south entrance side of the lobby on the first floor is all glass windows, and you can see the outside clearly from inside.

The lobby has a marble floor, which is smooth and shiny and spotlessly clean. There are more than 30 tables covered with white tablecloths, and the diners are sitting in armchairs.

On the few tables that were already there, there were either two young men and women or a family of four or five people, all of whom were sitting around a copper pot, talking and laughing, eating with great interest.

There are poems:
The mutton is thin and the fire is strong.
The sauce is thick and the green onion flavor is long-lasting.
Frying, stir-frying, and deep-frying are all praised.
The clear soup is boiling and the whole city is filled with fragrance.
Purple air comes from the east and people are content.
The good reputation of Islam is known far and wide.

……

No. 95, Nanluoguxiang.

Since Jia Qin and his wife returned to the compound with worried faces, they were caught by the neighbors in the compound and they all asked about their mother's situation.

"Dongxu, what happened to your mother? Why didn't you let her go?" "Yeah, is the problem serious? What should I do?"

Jia Dongxu looked unhappy, and said, "My mom is fine, so don't ask around..."

"..."

The neighbor aunties looked at what was happening in front of them. The couple hesitated for a long time and could not give a definite answer.

Jia Dongxu was extremely upset. He left in a hurry after saying, "His mother, Jia Zhang, is fine. You guys should stop interfering."

As a result, the rumors spread throughout the compound in an instant.

A group of middle-aged women and young wives gathered together, whispering, pointing and looking in the direction of the Jia family, gossiping about Jia Zhang.

One middle-aged woman said, "She deserves it."

Another person also joined in: "That's right, look at her shameless face~ She is the only one like her in my hometown, I must give her a slap in the face."

The second aunt glanced at her and said to her jokingly: "You can hit her now, why don't you dare to do it before?"

The old lady smiled awkwardly: "No, I have come to the great capital, and my thoughts are progressive, aren't they?"

Someone said this again.

"If you ask me, I wouldn't dare to fight her even if I could. Is there anyone in this courtyard protecting her?"

The three aunts beside him also became interested when they heard this: "Who is it? Tell me quickly..."

This Aunt Gao is an old resident of this courtyard. She came here much earlier than the Yan family. She may know some old stories that others don’t know.

She had a mysterious look on her face and seemed to be hesitant to speak, which whetted everyone's appetite.

The old men were so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks, and were about to urge her to speak quickly.

Suddenly, a wailing sound came from the Yi family.

“Why is my life so miserable?”

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Why was this old lady hysterical? Why was she crying so sadly out of nowhere?

Wow~ Everyone quickly got up and went to take a look.

It turned out that after Qin Huairu followed Jia Dongxu back home, she remembered her children and left them at her aunt's house.

He hurried to Yi's house to pick up the child.

When the aunt saw Qin Huairu coming back, she asked about her mother-in-law with a kind heart: Is your mother-in-law okay? Has she been released?

Qin Huairu looked at the kind-hearted old lady in front of her. She didn't know that something had happened to Master Yi. She didn't want her to be sad after knowing it, so she stammered and couldn't say anything.

The aunt looked at Qin Huairu who was speechless and said puzzledly: "Huairu~Did Dongxu and your uncle Yi not go to the police station yet?"

Qin Huairu lowered her head, not daring to look at the aunt's eyes, and said, "I went, but I couldn't fish it out..."

"We're back~ and we'll think of another way."

The aunt was speechless after hearing this. After a while, she suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly, "You said you are back, so is your uncle Yi back too? Where is he?"

Qin Huairu raised her head and looked at Auntie with an unnatural expression, and said hesitantly: "Auntie, I told you not to be sad, my uncle Yi has also been..."

When the aunt heard this, it was like a bolt from the blue.

In fact, she had long suspected that the relationship between the two might be abnormal. It was just that she had always been unable to bear children and felt guilty towards Yi Zhonghai, so she chose to deceive herself.

Now that the truth has been confirmed, the last bit of hope she had was shattered. Like a bolt from the blue, the aunt instantly fell into the abyss.

She felt heartbroken and in great pain.

"My life is so miserable~"

"Why is my life so miserable~"

"Yi Zhonghai, you hypocrite, I am blind. I have been following you for so many years..."

These words were also heard clearly by the second aunt, the third aunt and others who just came in.

"What the hell? Did Lao Yi have an affair?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)