After getting on the road, Yan Bingfang knew that Wen Yuan's publicly-funded trip was not going straight to Changzhou non-stop, but holding a dozen cases along the way, exploring and verifying the case while walking, and at the same time inspecting the people's situation, and writing reports and excerpts from time to time to send back to Beijing.

"It's really not cost-effective to travel thousands of miles back and forth for one or two cases, but how long does it take to get home along the way? Hey, it would be nice if there was a plane to go straight to Changzhou. Yan Bing was dressed in a men's dress with lapels and a beard, her hair combed in a bun, sitting cross-legged in the carriage, her handsome face wrinkled with bitterness - this road was really bumpy, shaking so that her muscles and bones were about to loosen, the official road was still like this, and the side road was even worse.

She couldn't help but complain while looking at the map research route, it has been two months before she left Gyeonggi Province to Huainan Province, when will she be able to go to Jiangnan?

Although Wen Yuan has to delay three to five days every time he handles a case, he wastes more time on the road, and the road is really difficult, which makes people miss airplanes, high-speed trains and highways.

"What, flying chicken?" Wen Yuan sat aside and listened to Yan Bing's self-talk, and couldn't help but look at it with a puzzled face.

"Huh? Well, that, the flying chicken, is written in the book, and the mount of a bodhisattva is a colorful rooster, which is particularly fat, and it is 13,000 miles to fly with its wings. Yan Bing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying to squeeze out a smile while spreading her hands out, gesturing with her big wings.

Wen Yuan continued to ask shamelessly, "Which Bodhisattva?" ”

"......" Yan Bing tried hard to control her expression and not let herself show a nervous look, and then smiled slightly at the corner of her lips, "I don't remember." A book I read when I was a child. ”

She didn't realize that the smile was so stiff that it was like a puppet mask, Wen Yuan saw this in his eyes, and also smiled, and then replied in a tone full of doubts: "You see that the words are quite special, I only know that the Bodhisattva mounts have lions, white elephants, Di Ting, etc. Rooster? Unheard. ”

Yan Bing couldn't justify herself, so she could only make excuses at will: "Xu is a young scholar who writes and plays nonsense? ”

"No, all I'm wondering about is that we both studied together in the Li family when we were young, and I often went to the library pavilion, why haven't I seen the book you read?" Wen Yuan has been suspicious since Yan Bing said last time that he saw the "Hat Needle Killing Method" in the script.

Seeing his wife show timidity again this time, he immediately came up with the idea of taking advantage of the situation to ask the truth.

"You haven't studied at the Li family for a few years, have you? Why can't I see it and you haven't? Could it be that you still turn over every book? Yan Bing raised her chin and retorted eloquently.

"That's right, I've really flipped it all," Wen Yuan didn't give Yan Bing a chance to excuse himself, and said bluntly, "Maybe I didn't read all the scripts back then, but after you said about the hat needle, I took the time to go back a few times to borrow books to read, at least the scripts and miscellaneous notes have all been browsed." ”

"......" Yan Bing was deeply silent, she looked at Wen Yuan's calm expression, and couldn't tell whether he was really consulting the group of books, or if he was just lying to himself.

"There are also dim sum recipes, in the past few months of Zhiwei Zhai's opening, you have provided a total of 12 kinds of homemade dim sum recipes with all colors and flavors, and more than half of them are completely different from the existing dim sum recipes in the market." Wen Yuan held his wife's hand and looked inquiring.

Suddenly, Yan Bing pursed her lips and couldn't squeak, these days, important recipes are important assets that need to be properly kept and passed down from generation to generation, and even more so the Feng Yashi clan, she really can't pretend that she is reading it herself.

Without waiting for Yan Bing to break up, he immediately continued to ask: "Where did you get the dim sum recipe?" It is neither owned by the Li family nor passed down by the Shu family. If you did your own research...... Did you start researching before the age of five when you couldn't cook for yourself? ”

"Alas...... It's really worthy of being a judge of Dali Temple. Yan Bing let out a long sigh, she really didn't expect that she would already show her skills when she was in Banyan Village!

What frightened people even more was that he had been holding back and not confirming his suspicions, until he had accumulated many "crimes" before he was bound to talk together.

Thinking of seeing Wen Yuan's quick knife to ask the case two days ago, Yan Bing no longer dared to take chances, thought of the most acceptable reason, and said tentatively: "Have you watched "The Pillow"? ”

Naturally, I have seen that the scholar is promoted, and the junior scholar is an official and high, and the eunuch has ups and downs until his death. Decades passed, and when I woke up, I found that the rice had just been cooked.

Wen Yuan frowned slightly: "You mean, you saw it in a dream?" ”

"Really, that's it!" Yan Bing

Or is it far-fetched, a four-year-old child can understand dim sum recipes, and can still remember it until now?

Wen Yuan was not convinced, and was hesitating whether to continue to ask, but the carriage suddenly stopped, and Rong Shiyi, who was driving, said that he had arrived at the post house and asked them to get out of the car to rest.

After entering the post house, before the couple had time to continue the previous topic, they saw Ge Simao, the son of the manager of Shufu, suddenly burst out of the upside-down room, and said to Yanbing with a anxious face: "Thank God I finally met the lady here, something big happened at home!" ”

After speaking, he handed over a handwritten letter from Xingyi.