"Fine, if you don't know, then forget it." Ding Yao interrupted his sister's rambling impatiently and hung up the phone.

My sister doesn't know. Should I really ask my brother-in-law? A look of disgust crossed his face.

Just then, the middle-aged man who owned the Golden Dragon Fast Food Restaurant walked in. His already narrowed eyes curved even more. He smiled and asked, "Xiao Yao, how's the experiment going? Have you found a solution yet?"

"No." Ding Yao shook his head: "I've tried all the chili peppers on the market, including their so-called 'hottest chili pepper in the country,' but none of them can replicate the flavor of their spicy braised dishes."

The middle-aged man's narrowed eyes swept over the messy table in the kitchen, glancing at the still-steaming braised meat, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. However, his eyes were so small that even Ding Yao, who was standing right in front of him and staring intently at him, couldn't see them clearly.

"You learned your skills from your brother-in-law, and you've tried all these chilies on the market. You should have some results by now, so why is this happening..." The middle-aged man with squinty eyes murmured in a moderate voice, then suddenly a glint of light flashed in his eyes as he thought of a possibility: "Could some prohibited substance have been added? For example..."

"Poppy!" The two said the word almost in unison.

That must be the reason! Absolutely! Otherwise, why wouldn't they have figured it out after so long?! This is the only possibility!

"I've found your weakness!" The middle-aged man with narrowed eyes murmured in a voice only he could hear, then turned and walked out of the store, taking out his phone from his pocket.

Ding Yao stood in the shop watching the owner's actions, vaguely guessing what the owner was going to do, but he seemed powerless to stop him. One moment his mind was filled with images of his brother-in-law lecturing him, and the next he was seeing his sister at home, exhausted and aged from running around.

Although my sister hasn't had a single good day since marrying my brother-in-law, she would absolutely break down if he went to jail because of this! No, my brother-in-law can't go to jail!

He then took the opportunity of going into the kitchen to tidy up to send a text message to his brother-in-law: "Be careful, someone has reported us!"

Outside Xu's Braised Food Shop, someone had reached the final challenge on this last day, having already swallowed one spicy hot pot skewers and was now putting a second one into their mouth. Zhang Dezhen, as the shop manager, was naturally standing outside overseeing the scene, completely unaware that his phone had vibrated in his pocket...

Food regulatory authorities.

"You, you, you, and Lin Xuyang, the four of you come with me. Take the sampling tools and testing equipment!" The leader suddenly walked into the office with a serious expression, and led the group with the equipment before hurriedly heading abroad.

Taking advantage of being the youngest in the department, Lin Xuyang leaned close to his boss and whispered, "Boss, is there a problem with the food somewhere?"

The leader glanced at him, unusually not answering his question, but simply saying, "Stay close."

Sitting in the law enforcement vehicle, the others asked the same questions one after another, but Lin Xuyang felt that the leader did not give a specific reason because he was concerned about his presence.

As the enforcement vehicle drove along, Lin Xuyang felt the road becoming increasingly familiar. Quickly recalling relevant memories, the image of a young boy appeared in his mind. Behind the boy was a fast-food restaurant called 'Xu's Fast Food Restaurant'...

Could it be that Xu An's fast food restaurant has a food safety issue?

Thinking of this, Lin Xuyang became restless and wanted to take out his phone to inquire about Xu An's situation. However, as soon as his right hand moved, his leader's extremely intimidating gaze fell on him. The hand that was originally reaching into his pocket was raised slightly and placed on his thigh, where it gently scratched twice.

"There seem to be mosquitoes..."