The leading man looked over thirties and looked quite honest. He followed Butler Su with two young men. Although his expression was a little nervous, he was not panic.

Butler Su stepped forward and reported: "General, wife, shopkeeper Zhu brought it."

"The little Zhu Changgui has met the general and his wife." Zhu Changgui knelt directly on the ground, "When I got up early, my wife ordered ten braised horns in the shop. We immediately delivered them after the braised horns. The ten braised horns weighed twenty-nine pounds and seven taels. Since they were made out of the pot, they would inevitably bring some soup. Even if the small ones were twenty-eight pounds, the silver was calculated as twenty-eight pounds.

The young man knew that he was sending him to the general's house, so he called him twice for fear of making mistakes."

At this time, General Su knew that there was something wrong with the braised pork, so he asked: "Did you braised this meat yourself?"

"The braised food in the shop is made of old soup, and the ancestral ingredients. Each pot of marinade is prepared by small hands, but the scented soup is made by the shop's shop." Manager Zhu replied in detail.

Ming Ruo looked at the performance of this shopkeeper just like an honest person.

General Su winked at the butler. When the butler Su waved his hand, the two servants carried a large basin of red and shiny big hoof hair: "This is the braised hoof hair you sent, you can choose one to eat."

"This..." Manager Zhu felt something was wrong at this time. Even if the hoofs he sent was not enough, the general would not personally ask about such small matters.

Could it be... Manager Zhu was shocked by his thoughts, but the hoof trowel was made by him and also sent by him personally... Manager Zhu was very confident in the food of his shop, so he took the top big hoof trowel and bit it down with a bite. The skin was crispy and meat was rotten, and the mouth was full of oil.

After savoring it carefully, it seemed to be more fragrant than usual. He thought that he usually sold the remaining ones until the end, so he took them to eat them. This was just hot and it tasted better and normal.

Manager Zhu took a few big bites and looked up at General Su: "General, have you finished eating all the young ones?" Although this hoof trousers were delicious, he couldn't eat the whole thing.

General Su looked at Mingruo, and Mingruo shook his head and made a preliminary conclusion that the "material" in the braised thigh was not added by Manager Zhu.

"To be honest, you add the medicine quenched by A Furong to your braised pork. As long as you take it once or twice, you will become addicted. If you take it for a long time, your body will completely collapse." Ming Ruo said with a slightest voice.

"Please check it out clearly. The young man dared not do such things..." Manager Zhu felt a little panicked when he heard "A Furong". His newly married wife said earlier that adding some A Furong's shell to the braised ingredients will make the meat taste more fragrant and will definitely make more money.

He then asked the doctor whom he knew, and the doctor said that although A Furong's shell was not as toxic as A Furong, it was not a good thing.

Afterwards, his wife said it again. Manager Zhu thought the shop was doing well, and there was no need to do such a thing that damaged her good deeds, so he did not agree, and his wife never said it again.

"Since you ask me to investigate clearly, I will just go to investigate. Your braised food is old soup, so it should not be difficult to investigate." General Su also saw that Zhu Changgui was stunned for a moment when he heard "A Furong". He didn't know what others were, but he didn't know what "A Furong" was.

General Su changed his tone, "Do you know what the crime of murdering me?"

Manager Zhu turned pale and stuttered: "Little...small...do not know..."

"According to the laws and regulations of Donghuan, murdering a general to guard the border is equivalent to surrendering to the enemy and treason, which is an unforgivable crime. The 'traitor', regardless of the main culprit and accomplices, will be executed by storm. The ancestors, fathers, sons, grandsons, brothers and those who live together will be executed by sixteen years of age." General Su said in a deep voice.

When Manager Zhu heard the punishment, his head buzzed and kowtowed: "Little is afraid, please let the general listen to the younger ones say a few words. This clue must be able to save the lives of the youngest ones in the family. If the youngest dies, he will also be grateful to the general..."

Manager Zhu told his wife that he wanted to add 'A Furong' to the braised ingredients, and told General Su a lot: "I'm afraid she was confused for a while. She added 'A Furong' to the braised pork sent to the general's mansion, and asked the general to investigate!"

"What does your wife's family do? Who do you usually interact with?" General Su asked.

"Neizi fled to the border town a few years ago and fainted at the door of his little house. Seeing that she was pitiful, my mother hired a doctor for her and left her to recuperate at home. It happened that the young wife had been gone for three years, so she hired her as a re-string.

She is here for no relatives or reasons. She either serves her mother-in-law at home or comes to the shop to help. She does not interact with outsiders except her family and neighbors." Manager Zhu replied immediately.

According to General Su's intention, the criminal was arrested and interrogated directly. The first trial of interrogating spies was ensured that everything could be asked clearly.

Mingruo's eyes turned and whispered to his uncle. General Su's eyes lit up suddenly - this is a good idea. Even if it doesn't work, it's not too late to catch the person and interrogate him.

General Su glanced at the shopkeeper Zhu who was kneeling on the ground and trembling: "I will not wrongly accuse a good person, nor will I let go of any traitor! Is it her doing it? I will know if she is confused for a moment?

Now, this general gives you a chance to lose his merits and sins. If you don’t want it?"

"The youngest one depends on the command of the general." Manager Zhu crawled on the ground.

"You follow me in the future." General Su took Manager Zhu to the study room.

Mingruo blinked his big eyes and went straight to find his husband.

"Are you back? Is the street fun?" Si Haochen heard the familiar footsteps and looked up at Ming Ruo.

"It's okay." Mingruo walked behind Si Haochen and helped his husband knead his shoulders.

Si Haochen relaxed and leaned on the back of the chair, enjoying this rare massage time.

His Highness Prince Yun was physically and mentally happy, held the princess's little hand and pulled it into her arms: "What do you want to do again?"

"Ahem." Mingruo smiled and stuck out his tongue, "Are I not good to you usually? If you massage your shoulders, you must have something to ask?"

"Hmph." His Highness Prince Yun poked Mingruo's forehead, "I have to ask you how many times have you pressed your husband's shoulders in total. After each press, you have made some 'unreasonable requests'."

"Uh..." Ming Ruo scratched his nose. Is he so 'suck'?

"Tell me." Si Haochen supported his head with one hand, as if he was not too much, he would agree to you.

Mingruo said what happened just now, and Si Haochen understood as soon as he heard it: "I want my husband to take you to the braised meat shop?"

"Yeah." Mingruo nodded repeatedly, please forgive her for watching more than a thousand episodes of "Conan" and has a dream of becoming a "detective".
Chapter completed!