The three of them arrived at the fried skewer stall and smoothly found Zhao Ming sitting in the back.
"Were you the one who made the report call?"
Qian Zhijie asked straightforwardly and then lowered his voice before Zhao Ming could speak, "Keep your voice down when you talk."
Zhao Ming glanced nervously at the neighboring stall. To be honest, he felt a rush of excitent before making the call, but now that the police found him, he was a bit flustered, "Yes, I made the call."
"Which stall and what’s going on?" Qian Zhijie continued to inquire.
Zhao Ming nodded his chin, "Over there, the one with the best business. Yesterday they sold rabbit heads, and today it’s tofu pudding, and business is booming!"
Qian Zhijie looked at Zhao Ming and the things on their table, pointing at the bowl of tofu pudding and the pile of rabbit head bones, he asked, "You suspect there’s sothing wrong with the food, yet you’re still eating it?"
Zhao Ming was taken aback, never expecting such a question, "No, officer, it’s just that it’s too delicious, absurdly delicious, I couldn’t resist, that’s why I..."
The three of them exchanged glances, feeling that Zhao Ming’s reasoning, while making sense, was a bit absurd.
Zhao Wenping held a test strip in his pocket and pulled out a lunch box from behind the fried skewer stall owner, tossing it onto the table. "Perfect, brother, you can pee in this."
Zhao Ming: ???
He thought he misheard.
"Just pee in here, that’s fine."
Zhao Ming felt his brain wasn’t keeping up, "No, what’s peeing got to do with this, and how can I pee with so many people around? Besides, I don’t even feel like peeing right now!"
Qian Zhijie tapped the table with his finger, signaling everyone to quiet down.
"Indeed, casually asking a custor to pee in a bustling area isn’t good, and we can’t determine which custor eating tofu pudding would feel like peeing."
Can’t just go asking people, "Do you need to pee?"
So things, if they work, are a credit, if not, they’re a joke.
"Master, I kind of feel like peeing, but will it still work now?"
"Old Qian, I feel like peeing too."
Qian Zhijie looked at the two of them, feeling that although they were just auxiliary police with no official status, they were truly dedicated.
There’s an unwritten rule at the station: when encountering difficulties, those with official status should be the first to step up because they receive better treatnt than auxiliary police.
Seeing the two of them so determined moved Qian Zhijie, feeling such a dangerous task shouldn’t be done by them, "No way, I feel like peeing too, let do it!"
Zhao Ming was puzzled on the side, wondering how all three of them felt like peeing, could they summon the urge just like that?
Of course, he wouldn’t know that n often hold in their pee much too long in middle age because they’re just too lazy to relieve themselves.
"But master, how long does it take for that stuff to show up in a urine test after being eaten, what if we end up eating it for nothing?" Zhang Xiaobin worried a bit more.
Qian Zhijie, who knew more about this, said, "Generally, it can be detected in about fifteen to thirty minutes, at most up to an hour if slow."
With that, Qian Zhijie decisively got up and walked toward the tofu pudding stall.
As Zhao Ming said, there were clearly more custors gathered in front of this stall compared to others. Qian Zhijie had been to Night Market Street before, not only for late-night snacking but also handling several small cases. However, he’d never seen a stall that attracted so many custors before.
Finally, it was his turn in line, "Boss, one bowl of tofu pudding."
Chen Mo, who was now very quick at making snacks, filled the pot with the red oil soup, then he scooped the tofu pudding, added various toppings, and finally poured a ladle of thick soup.
Sun Jianhong was helping to keep an eye on custor paynts.
Within just ten seconds of Qian Zhijie’s request, a bowl of tofu pudding was ready. He carried the richly topped and red oil glistening tofu pudding away from the crowd and returned to the small table behind the fried skewer stall.
"Oh my god!" Zhang Xiaobin exclaid, "Master, can your current health condition handle eating this stuff?"
To be fair, Qian Zhijie was also a bit hesitant.
In recent days, his hidden piles had resurfaced, and during such tis, a light diet with regular habits is best for them to disappear in a few days.
After thinking about it for a bit, he felt that he shouldn’t let Xiaozhang and Old Zhao bear the brunt, especially since they only earned around three thousand bucks a month.
"No worries, I won’t eat much, just one bowl is enough. We’ll see if anything happens in half an hour!"
Qian Zhijie felt that eating this bowl of tofu pudding shouldn’t be too problematic.
Despite how fiery it looked, as it was brought over, he sniffed it, and it didn’t seem so spicy to his taste.
Without further ado, every minute delayed was another minute closer to the vendor closing up. Without any evidence, he couldn’t casually stop the vendor.
Qian Zhijie decisively picked up the tofu pudding, not even using a spoon, and took a loud slurp.
"Whooo~~ slurp slurp slurp..."
Looking at the seemingly harmless tofu pudding, inside it was packed full of heat. Qian Zhijie was instantly burnt to the point that he couldn’t close his mouth, but his taste buds almost imdiately tasted the deliciousness inside the tofu pudding.
The scalding soup seed to have so magical power, using its high temperature to blend the flavors of various mismatched toppings and ingredients together.
Couldn’t bear to, just couldn’t bear to spit it out!
Zhang Xiaobin watched as his master got burnt but still didn’t spit out the food, instead inhaling sharply while swallowing the scalding soup hard.
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