Jiang Chan signaled to the boss’s wife to sit down: “Yes, I’ve graduated for three years and opened a pharmacy in the town before. I don’t come back often in my hometown.”

Aunt Guihua was not there: "That's pretty good, have you made friends?"

Jiang Chan raised her eyebrows: "No, aunt, how are your business here?"

It's time for dinner, and no one else is eating at the store, she is the only one.

Aunt Guihua: "I was originally a breakfast restaurant, and lunch was not available at the beginning, because everyone lives nearby, so it's not interesting to open a food stall. It's just that people occasionally pass by and eat wonton dumplings here."

Jiang Chan nodded: "Then please give me a bowl of dumplings, I'm just hungry."

"Okay, I'll ask your uncle to give you a bowl of dumplings."

While waiting for the meal, Aunt Guihua approached Jiang Chan and said, "Xiao Hong, I heard that your group dug out two skeletons yesterday. Is this true?"

Jiang Chan raised her eyes and said that news from the countryside had always been spread quickly, not to mention that she opened a small restaurant, so the news must be more informative.

"Yes, right in the reed field next to our group's river, many people saw it on the scene yesterday." Jiang Chan did not cover up, all of which were seen by everyone.

Aunt Guihua sighed: "I don't know who did this. It's peaceful here. Why did this happen suddenly? Who dares to go there in the future?"

Jiang Chan casually said: "Yes, the murderer must have dared to go there. How could he be afraid of these?"

"It's true. Others are afraid. I guess he is not afraid. If he is afraid, he will not dare to do such a thing." Aunt Guihua suddenly lowered her voice: "Who do you think the murderer may be?"

Jiang Chan had no choice but to: "I can't even recognize the people here, how can I know who the murderer is?"

Aunt Guihua embarrassedly: "It's true that you say the earth, it's true that you say the earth."

As he was talking, the boss brought the dumplings over. Jiang Chan picked up the chopsticks: "Aunt, when I went back yesterday, I found that there were so few young people in the village. Have they all gone out to work?"

"No? You said that our village is so remote that everyone can only sharpen their heads and drill into the city. As far as I know, there are no one under forty in the village."

"When they retire, the living conditions in the city are good, who is willing to stay in the countryside? They are all poor."

Jiang Chan ate two mouthfuls of dumplings, "That's true. Do you usually come back during the Spring Festival?"

Aunt Guihua frowned: "It's usually the case. Now everyone is busy. Where can I get back when I have time? It's usually the time for a long holiday during the Spring Festival that everyone will go back to their hometown."

"You can come back on Saturday and Sunday when you are close. If you leave the province, you will come back once or twice a year. Alas, it's not easy for everyone these days."

Jiang Chan glanced at the uncle who was sitting behind the counter with his head in his head: "It's better for you, aunt, and you can take care of your family. Uncle's craftsmanship is really good, and the dumpling filling is really authentic."

Aunt Guihua smiled and said, "Your uncle's cooking skills are really good. We can open a shop here for so long, because it is indeed your uncle's skills."

Jiang Chan chuckled, saying that this was not an exaggeration. She had eaten countless delicacies, but this uncle's bowl of dumplings really surprised her.

The boss lit a cigarette: "Everyone supports me. I have been cooking for decades, so I have to be a bit of a specialty, right?"

Jiang Chan put down her chopsticks: "Do I remember my aunt has a daughter? How old should she be older than me? Where is she working now?"

Aunt Guihua: "She is a department manager in a foreign company in the city. I still want to go to the city to see her in a few days, but unfortunately I have never had time to go there, and the store cannot live without people."

Jiang Chan raised her eyebrows: "I will go to the city in the next two days, why don't I help you take it to me?"

Aunt Guihua waved her hands repeatedly: "Where is this possible? You can't let you go this trip, and you have nowhere to waste your money on gas."

Jiang Chan insisted: "If my aunt is sorry, then let me pack a few dumplings for me and take them away. It will be difficult for me to eat this bite after leaving home in the future."

Aunt Guihua calculated: "Okay, I'll ask your uncle to do it for you now. When will you go to the city?"

Jiang Chan calculated the time: "I'll leave early tomorrow morning, why don't I take the things away today? Or should I come here to get them tomorrow morning?"

Aunt Guihua immediately stood up: "I'll go clean now, you can wait here, I'll come later."

There were only two people left in the store, Jiang Chan and the boss. The boss stood there to adjust the dumpling filling, and his movements were very neat.

Jiang Chan also realized that he was a bad person and didn't bother with him. He just stared at the door, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Uncle Cai, it seems that no matter where you go, if you want to go to our 12th Group, you must pass by your store, right?"

Uncle Cai’s movements of mixing fillings did not stop at all: “Yes, there is only one main road to the village, and you must pass by our store. Your aunt and I have been here for so many years, and we all know who the car is, after all, we often see it.”

Jiang Chan was interested: "Uncle Cai, you are so awesome! There are more than a dozen groups in our village, and each group has at least fifty or sixty families. Do you know so many? You are really amazing!"

Uncle Cai was a little embarrassed: "I don't like to talk, I usually like to observe these things. Your aunt is an extrovert and can speak to anyone."

Jiang Chan: "Will no one suddenly come back from outside? What if the elderly in whose family get sick or what? Haven't this been the case?"

Uncle Cai wrapped dumplings: "There are also such things, a few years ago, probably in winter. I forgot what date it is. Shanjin, a group 11, suffered a stroke suddenly. Fortunately, the treatment was in time. But people were required to take care of each other in the future, and I had no time to come back in the future."

Jiang Chan secretly kept the message in her heart, "Then has this Xiao Shanjin never come back after he picked up his father?"

Uncle Cai moved quickly: "No? I never saw him again afterwards. Yes, there was no one in his hometown. Why did he come back? His dad has followed him anyway."

"He said to the outside world that he never came back. In fact, he had come back once in the middle of the night before, and I saw it when I woke up at night. It was just that I was in the yard, and the yard was dark and he didn't see me."

Jiang Chan raised her eyebrows, and Uncle Cai said this to her, but no matter what, Xiao Shanjin had labeled the suspect in her heart.

"Then, Xiao Shanjin, where is he working now?"
Chapter completed!