These days, who doesn't have some messy business to deal with?

This startled Xie An, who was standing nearby, so much so that he clenched his toes.

As it turned out, his Yongfang Mahjong parlor was only given a token inspection, and everything was compliant.

It's said that competitors are enemies, so his enemies, several mahjong parlors next door, were also shut down.

They were unlucky to be investigated so thoroughly. Who told them to follow Boss Liao to report Ye Zhongnan?

Only one small mahjong parlor, located a little further away from Yongfang Mahjong Parlor, escaped the fate of being closed for rectification.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhong didn't get involved with Mr. Liao and his group.

The staff from the urban management bureau and other departments spent a long time investigating, and it was almost past noon.

It just so happened that everyone at Yongfang Mahjong Parlor was having lunch. The stir-fried green peppers with pork, shredded potatoes, and vegetable and egg drop soup were all delicious and visually appealing.

Those old men and women usually like to squat by the tricycle to eat, and today, with the big melon accompanying their food, the dishes taste even better.

Law enforcement officers were so intimidated by the smell of Ye Zhongnan's cooking that their legs went weak.

This unique aroma comes from the spiciness of green peppers and the savory flavor of meat; the combination of the two creates a mouthwatering sensation.

It greatly stimulated the staff's taste buds, making them unable to resist trying it.

I don't know why, but they are particularly sensitive now, and the stir-fried shredded potatoes are accompanied by a unique sense of nostalgia.

Especially for those with similar family backgrounds or specific experiences, the aroma of these shredded potatoes evokes memories of happy times from the past.

But they are law enforcement officers, how could they stop and eat the food from the street vendors? What kind of behavior would that be?

They quickly got into their respective cars, silently shedding tears.

When it's time to rest, I'll definitely change out of my uniform, put on casual clothes, and have a nice meal.

Their car sped away almost without leaving a trace, or rather, without taking away a single fragrance.

Mr. Zhong, the owner of a small mahjong parlor, narrowly escaped his fate.

Having already discerned the threat, he immediately approached Xie An, and by ingratiating himself with Xie An, he was indirectly ingratiating himself with Ye Zhongnan.

Xie An was also a businessman; he always left himself an out, so that they could meet again in the future.

Boss Zhong's shop is so far away from him and so small. They all do business together, so it's not enough to affect his business.

So he accepted Boss Zhong.

Seeing that there was a chance, Boss Zhong called his wife to help Ye Zhongnan.

His wife was sweet-talking, and Xu Yongfang usually treated her well, so Xu Youfang accepted his wife's help in working for Ye Zhongnan.

Ye Zhongnan was in a good mood that morning and made potato pancakes again.

Boss Zhong's son, Zhong Xiaosheng, passed by Ye Zhongnan's tricycle.

He had heard his father constantly reminding him these past two days not to offend Mr. Ye, the breakfast vendor.

So these past two mornings, whenever Zhong Xiaosheng passed by Ye Zhongnan's tricycle and saw that he wasn't busy, he would very respectfully go up to greet him with a "Good morning."

The same applies to Zhong Xiaosheng today.

"Good morning, Brother Ye!" she greeted timidly.

Ye Zhongnan had a good impression of this polite junior high school student.

"Xiaosheng, Brother Ye is giving you a potato pancake, it's free."

Ye Zhongnan's smile touched Zhong Xiaosheng's heart. He thanked Ye Zhongnan and carefully put the packaged potato pancakes into his schoolbag.

He couldn't bear to eat the potato pancake and kept it in his schoolbag until school ended in the afternoon.

He was bullied by his classmates today, just like any other day.

Several classmates knew that his family owned a mahjong parlor, and they would often surround him, asking him for money, or they would beat him up.

In particular, a classmate named Zhang Bo, whose parents loved playing mahjong and didn't care about him, transferred his hatred to Zhong Xiaosheng.

"Give me your schoolbag, let me see if you've hidden any money today?"