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Chapter 147 Lord Mozun, don't be picky! (23)
"Mr. Zhi, what's the matter with you?" The little girl stood up and greeted her, and told her intuitively that Zhiyu definitely didn't come here for dinner at this hour.

Zhi Yu glanced at the dishes on the table, then at Yan Nie who was sitting there, rolled her eyes around, and finally returned to the face of the little girl in front of her, smiled slightly, and asked.

"Miss Tu, tell me the truth, who made the sweet and sour pork ribs at noon?"

Zhiyu had just come out of the torture chamber of the yamen, and Jia Hengshi refused to admit that he made the sweet and sour pork ribs himself. The county magistrate Zhang did not torture him, but only beat him with more than a dozen boards, and then put him in the prison.

The more Zhiyu thought about it, the more something was wrong, and she also felt that the sweet and sour pork ribs did not seem to be made by Jia Heng.

So I wanted to come over and ask the little girl in person.

Unexpectedly, before entering the door, I could smell the aroma of pork rib soup, which made my guess even more certain.

But, why did the little girl...frame Jia Heng?

The little girl was not too surprised by Zhiyu's questioning, she just bowed slightly, apologized, and asked Zhiyu to sit down and listen to her.

Tu Zhimeng told exactly what Jia Heng had done, and what she did was to do justice for the heavens, and Zhiyu happened to be the unlucky ghost.

Bang!
The more Zhiyu listened, the more angry she became, and she couldn't help but patted the corner of the table to show her anger.When he first came to Heyi Tower, he felt that Jia Heng was not a good person, but he didn't expect that he really didn't wrong him, and he was full of bad things!

In stark contrast to his indignation, Yan Nie looked extraordinarily calm and calm. He took a sip of his tea, fanned his folding fan carelessly, and there was a smile on his lips, as if he was listening to an interesting story that had nothing to do with him.

Just looking at the peach blossom eyes of the little girl, slightly stained with deep meaning.

Unexpectedly, she has so many eyes, and there is no room for a little sand in her eyes.

Thinking about it, Yan Nie curled her thin lips lightly, and slowly jokingly said: "Why didn't Miss Tu directly... directly label Jia Heng as a murderer?"

Zhiyu froze, coughing repeatedly from her own saliva.

The little girl did not panic, and smiled coquettishly: "Judge Yan, you are joking, then Chef Jia is not guilty of death, not to mention, I can't kill Mr. Zhi's life for nothing just to punish him, can I?"

The three talked and laughed until evening, the little girl locked the door of the restaurant, and bowed respectfully to the two young masters.

"If you go home too late, mother will be worried, so I won't accompany you two for now, so I will leave."

She spoke neatly, and when she finished speaking, she turned around and wanted to leave.

"Miss Tu, please stop!" It was Zhiyu who caught up.

Immediately, Yan Nie took a big step and followed.

"Ms. Tu and I have something to talk about. Brother Yan Nie, please come back first." Zhiyu obviously disliked Yan Nie for being redundant and didn't want him to come with him.

"Oh? I'm really curious about what is so mysterious." Yan Nie originally planned to leave, but when he heard Zhiyu say this, he felt a little upset, and raised his tail, pretending to be interested.

The little girl let out a chuckle: "Okay, okay, judge Yan saved me three times, not counting outsiders, Mr. Zhi just tell me what's going on."

Zhi Yu glanced at Yan Nie with dissatisfaction, and said reluctantly: "Well, it's actually not a big deal. I just want to ask Miss Tu if she would like to come to my house to cook? I will pay double the wages. "

(End of this chapter)