Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 47
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, 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 it clearly?"

Go back to an hour ago.

Hearing that he can eat Chinese food, Brother Jiugui's eyes flashed blue light. He sat down opposite Dong Qiangqiang, patted his chest and said, "It's okay to help anything."

Before he finished speaking, the water in the pot gushed open, the lid of the pot was lifted and dropped by the steam, and the lid made a crisp metallic sound when it touched the edge of the pot.

Unlike many countries, German household kitchens usually do not use natural gas stoves, but electric stoves with four or two eyes.

Dong Qiangqiang shoved the selected broccoli from the plate into the pot, gently pushed it twice in the pot with a frying spoon, then covered the pot, put the pot on the side of the unfired stove, and then put the frying pan Put it on the hot stove, pour a little vegetable oil into the pan, and start slicing the meat while the oil is hot.

After a few minutes of work, the thin slices of meat were cut, and then Dong Qiangqiang put the broccoli from the pot into the water-filtered mesh basket.

The oil in the wok was getting hot, and light smoke visible to the naked eye occasionally appeared above the wok.Dong Qiangqiang gently pushed the sliced ​​meat into the wok, and the moment the raw meat collided with the hot oil, he immediately made a sound of "thorn, tick, tick".

After stirring for a few times, seeing that the raw meat gradually changed color, Dong Qiangqiang put the fried meat slices into another prepared bowl.

Taking advantage of the time when Dong Qiangqiang was brushing the pot, the drunk brother who was waiting to hear the request took a gulp of wine and looked impatient: "JIN, what do you want me to help with? Hurry up and tell me."

After drying the water in the wok with a paper towel, pour a little vegetable oil into the wok and put it back on the stove.

The drunk brother took a sip of wine and shook his head dizzily, before he had time to say anything.Dong Qiangqiang has quickly cut the onion, ginger and garlic, and then put the onion and ginger in the spatula and ready.

When the wok started to smoke again, Dong Qiangqiang gently placed the onion and ginger along the edge of the wok.

The room was filled with the aroma of onion and ginger.

He carefully poured the filtered broccoli into the wok, and saw a white cloud of smoke suddenly rise above the wok.

After gently pulling the broccoli a few times, Dong Qiangqiang also threw the fried pork slices into the pot, added soy sauce, salt, garlic and a little chicken essence. Cover the pot.

Brother Jiugui had already smelled the aroma of the vegetables. He couldn't help but approach the wok and said in disbelief, "It's done? So fast? It's like magic."

"Rice?" Dong Qiangqiang filled himself with a bowl of rice and turned to ask Brother Jiugui.

The drunk brother nodded vigorously with saliva, his eyes full of excitement.

Dong Qiangqiang picked up a small bowl, just about to fill it, he thought about it, then put it down, reached out and picked up another plate, firmly filled two tablespoons of rice, and handed it to the drunk brother.

"Come on, I can't wait." The drunk brother said and took another sip of wine.

Dong Qiangqiang gently lifted the lid of the pot, Brother Jiugui's eyes were a little straight.

"What's this called?" The drunk brother asked curiously.

"You can taste it." After Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, he put the dishes on a plate and put them on the dining table.

The drunk brother put a few spoonfuls of sliced ​​meat in his mouth, chewed hard, and ate a few broccoli. "

Dong Qiangqiang took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, and asked curiously, "Do you know what I did yesterday?"

The drunk brother nodded: "Sasha said you made potatoes and beef or something. It was very delicious. My grandma used to cook that dish for me when I was a child, so I came to ask you today."

"Do you want to eat beef stew with potatoes?" Dong Qiangqiang didn't expect that the other party would specify, "Then let's do it another day."

"It's settled. I'll do it another day." The drunk brother stood up and was about to leave.

"There is something..." Dong Qiangqiang put down his chopsticks, "I want to ask for your help."

The drunk brother glanced back at him, and waved the bottle of wine without smiling: "My old friend is calling me, let's talk about it another day."

"Actually, it's very simple. If my classmate comes to me again, you can let him come in. If it's convenient, you can ask his name for me, then thank you even more."

After the drunk brother gestured "ok" with his finger, he silently flashed out of the kitchen.

Dong Qiangqiang pondered in his heart: I don't know if this idea of ​​my own will work?
At 19:15 in the evening, Dong Qiangqiang walked out of the gate with his schoolbag on his back.He looked relaxed and walked towards the corner leisurely.

After watching his back disappear into the street corner, a short man got out of a parked car on the side of the road, took out a satchel from the car and put it on his back, put on a pair of sunglasses, and took a few steps. I walked to the door of the building at No. 54 and rang the doorbell.

"Who?" An inarticulate voice came from the door.

"I'm looking for Jin." The short man looked at the names in the name column below the doorbell and said.

The door creaked open, and Brother Jiugui was wearing pajamas and standing at the door with a bottle of wine, looking at the people outside the door with blurred eyes.

"Hello, I'm JIN YUAN's classmate." The short man asked politely, "Is he at home?"

The drunk brother recognized that it was the same person who came to find Dong Qiangqiang that day, and let him in.After the short man walked through the door, he pointed upstairs with a smile and made a questioning expression.

The drunk brother didn't say a word, swayed back to the house, and closed the door with a bang.

The short man looked around vigilantly, because it was getting late, the old house was full of dark furniture and decorations, and the only wall lamp on the wall was off, making the light in the building very dim, and he could see the stairs clearly. After taking the position, he walked slowly up the stairs.

He walked slowly, listening to voices upstairs as he walked.But the building was very quiet, save for the occasional creaking sound of the planks of the stairs.

The short man walked out of Dong Qiangqiang's room, and turned his ear to the door to listen, but there was no sound in the room, and he cautiously listened to a few rooms next to him, but there was no movement.

The lights in the toilets on the third floor were also broken, and it looked pitch black.The kitchen looked freshly cooked and had some aftertaste.

The short man walked to Dong Qiangqiang's door, reached out and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He turned the door handle with his hand, and to his surprise, the door was not locked.

He gently pushed the door open, looked inside, and could vaguely see something bulging on the mattress.

He turned on the flashlight, walked to the mattress, and lifted the outermost sheet, only to see stacks of clothes inside.

Just when he was surprised, the light 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, only to see a 40-year-old woman standing at the door of the room, looking at him suspiciously.

He quickly put away his flashlight and walked towards the woman, explaining, "I'm JIN YUAN's classmate. I'm here to find him. But he's 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 got the sound right.

"That's right." The short man said as he walked out of the room and towards the stairs. "Since he's not here, I'll come back to him another day. Good night."

After that, he hurried out of the small building, got into his car quickly, and the car disappeared at the end of the street.

Outside the building, 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 it clearly?"

"See very clearly. Thank you, Sasha."

Putting down the phone, Dong Qiangqiang walked towards the station. It seems that he has to go to the police station first tonight.

(End of this chapter)