He hadn’t kept track of the ti in the archives room, and before he knew it, it had gotten late and he still wasn’t done.
When he left the archives room, he saw quite a few people queuing up for food in the cafeteria. Feeling embarrassed to join them, he made the excuse that he had plans with a friend and decided to grab a bite outside instead.
Everyone else was in uniform, and he was the only one in plain clothes. That was too conspicuous and also embarrassing; it was better to just grab sothing outside.
Standing at the entrance of Yingchun Street, he imdiately dismissed Cao Ji’s lamb soup and quickly made his way to Lin Ji’s Food.
Well, since I’ve recharged my card, I might as well go in and have a bowl of noodles. The internet hypes it up so much, I should taste it for myself.
Yingchun Street was bustling with people, many of whom were eating fried buns while walking. Slling the aroma, Ren Jie couldn’t help but feel hungry too.
At the entrance of Yingchun Street, he noticed nurous luxury cars parked outside. There was a Bentley, an X5, and just as he was looking, a white Porsche 911 caught his eye.
What’s going on? Why have I encountered this car again?
He didn’t mind the other cars, but the sight of the Porsche always annoyed him.
If I ever get the chance to be a traffic cop, I’ll definitely give this car a ticket right here on Yingchun Street.
Thinking this, he entered the grand entrance of Lin Ji’s Food, casually glanced towards the staircase, and couldn’t help but think of that assistant cook who had impersonated the head chef.
I wonder if she’s busy today...
He found an empty seat by the window in the hall. As soon as he sat down, a server brought him a pot of hot tea and casually gave him a nu.
Ren Jie briefly flipped through it. Seeing the prices of the dishes at the back, he couldn’t help but smirk. The noodles were fine, but the cost of the other dishes was really beyond what soone of his financial class could afford.
"I’ll have a large bowl of Tomato Egg Noodles, half a portion of Ginger Lotus Root, and half a portion of pressed pig’s head at," he said.
After speaking, he closed the nu and handed it back to the server.
At the service counter, Shu Yun was tapping away on her phone, sending a ssage to Chen Yan:
"Officer Ren is here, probably to eat. He ordered half a portion of lotus root and half a portion of pressed pig’s head, and a bowl of Tomato Egg Noodles."
Upon receiving the ssage, Chen Yan, who had just finished plating a dish of salt-baked quail eggs, imdiately headed downstairs with the dish. She was just about to ask soone to taste test it, and now the perfect guinea pig had walked right in.
Her watch and pendant were in her bag. Her brother-in-law had said that one shouldn’t wear any jewelry on their wrists while cooking. She had taken off the pendant specifically to keep it from getting greasy; otherwise, she’d have to spend money to get it cleaned, which was such a hassle.
Once downstairs, the two appetizers Ren Jie had ordered were also brought over.
"Hello, Officer Ren. I just made so salt-baked quail eggs. Help taste them," Chen Yan said.
"I didn’t..."
Ren Jie looked up at Chen Yan, then glanced at Shu Yun, who was watching with a spectator’s interest from the service counter, and suddenly realized what was going on.
He asked with a smile, "Isn’t this the busiest ti? You’re not busy?"
"Not busy, everything is arranged," she replied.
Chen Yan sat down. Just as she was about to peel a quail egg to taste it, her phone suddenly rang. She put down the egg and pulled the phone out of her pocket.
It was a call from an unfamiliar out-of-town number.
Upon answering, a voice with a heavy southern accent ca through: "Hello, this is Haidian Sub-Bureau of Yanjing City Public Security..."
Chen Yan: ???????
From the Public Security Bureau?
She said to Ren Jie, "The person on the phone says they’re from Haidian Sub-Bureau."
Upon hearing this, Ren Jie imdiately said, "That must be a scam... Hand the phone, turn on the speakerphone."
Chen Yan activated the speakerphone and passed the phone to Ren Jie. Then she picked up the quail egg she had set down. She still hadn’t tried it and really wanted to check the flavor.
anwhile, the person on the phone kept rambling on.
Ren Jie cut him off: "Brother, did you get to eat mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival a few days ago up in Myanmar North? How’s today’s task going? Are you going to get beaten if you can’t complete it tonight?"
Chen Yan was curious. What was he playing at, trying to sound so chummy? Could that actually make the person turn themselves in?
Just as she stuffed the peeled quail egg into her mouth, a sobbing sound ca from the phone.
Chen Yan: "!!!!!!!!!!"
What in the world was happening? Chen Yan wondered. It was just a bit of casual chat; how did it make the other person cry? Did this young cop actually know magic? If a simple phone call could reduce soone to tears like that, what would happen when Ren Jie found out she’d been lying about being the executive chef? Wouldn’t she end up crying her eyes out?
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Inspiration hit and I lost track of ti, sorry everyone. This Chapter is 6,200 words, please vote for the Monthly Ticket!
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