To eat Northeast China cuisine with a hot pot flavor, you must use a big pot.

Potatoes, cabbage, vermicelli, corn and goose are called iron pot stewed goose, potatoes, cabbage, vermicelli, corn, pig blood intestines, and pork belly are called slaughtered pig dishes; potatoes, cabbage, vermicelli, corn, beans and spare ribs are called Northeast One Pot Out; potatoes, cabbage, vermicelli, corn, beans and small stupid chickens are called iron pot stewed chicken...

In short, potatoes, cabbage, vermicelli, corn, beans and other things must be added, always in a small or large pot, and it is called a good harvest when you can eat everything. Northeast China is very particular about the harvest, and the dish of various vegetables dipped in soybean paste is often called "big harvest" by northerners. Imagine the yellow and green baskets and trucks full of food during the harvest in late autumn, and the wrinkled faces of farmers when they smile happily... The joy engraved in the bones will flow out.

Some local dishes are sweet, others are light and fresh, and Northeastern dishes are salty - salty and delicious, and there are soups to drink, and you can also use the soup to soak rice, rich and nutritious.

Three or four people come to eat, and other dishes are served on plates, but Ah Xiang, a skinny girl, suddenly brings out a basin. One dish is enough to fill the stomachs of a table of relatives and friends, and it also takes into account the economy.

What's more, Ah Xiang is always very practical. Although the meat in each dish is fixed, she always puts more and more vegetables. As long as Brother Yi didn't stop her, she would put the food in the pot until it popped out.

A pot was full of it, which was really spectacular.

A circle of strong men sat around the small round table. The chef always felt worried when he saw them. How much food would he have to make to feed them?

But when the "Empire Chicken" was placed on the table, even the strong men were stunned.

The most worldly police superintendent would sigh in awe:

"Hey! Just bring the pot up."

"No wonder it's called Empire Chicken!"

At that time, the food in the pot was still hot and bubbling. The thin layer of oil film was pushed up by the hot bubbles, and with a pop, countless oil stars flew on the food, shining and fragrant, really tempting.

Corn cakes were placed on the side of the iron basin, one side was fragrant and the other side was golden.

It looked auspicious, Uncle Jiu sighed and took the first bite of the corn cake. It was irresistible carbohydrates! The sweetness of cornmeal was so natural, fragrant, sticky, and crispy. How come there are so many delicacies in this world, and there is no end to them.

People around the table stretched out their chopsticks, and the strong men scrambled for big pieces of chicken, smooth potato cubes, and tasty eggplant...

Cai Lan looked at the diners who were sharing the steaming big basin, and suddenly felt that the "Imperial Goose" in front of him was not fragrant. It turned out that many people sat around to eat, and the atmosphere was so warm.

Luck took a lot of photos of the table and the "Empire Chicken", and was extremely envious. He thought that he would definitely invite his friends to eat there in the future. The Imperial Chicken with beer would definitely make him feel like he was charging into a formation.

This Yiji is really amazing. Before, he was able to get a Sichuan chef from mainland China to make delicious Mapo Tofu; he was able to turn river crabs into treasures and make the Qing Dynasty emperor's favorite cooked and drunken crabs; now he can also make such magnificent Northeastern-style "Empire Goose", "Empire Chicken", and "Empire Fish"... There are so many talents and surprises.

...

Fang Long was not very stable when he sat in this store, but now he was surrounded by police and suddenly he was as stable as an old dog.

Not worried about paparazzi or harassment, surrounded by a group of policemen who were trying to be reserved even if they wanted to chase stars because their

superiors were around, Fang Long had never felt so comfortable before. Like the policemen, he gradually got too drunk, his forehead and neck were all sweaty, and he talked more and more freely with Cai Lan, feeling happy and joyful.

The atmosphere was warm, and the inside and outside of the shop were filled with the sounds of cups and plates colliding and feasting. Eating with a group of people who were enjoying the food was like having sex, and after the feast, he felt a little lazy.

So he sat less and less properly, and gradually collapsed on the chair. Fang Long simply ordered some delicious tea and snacks. He was ready to leave only after the policemen left.

…

Group B and Group A were having dinner together and sat outside under the awning. The captain and 16 members of the Flying Tigers were sitting at the next table.

Everyone was big, so they squeezed together to make room. Because the food was delicious, they didn't mind.

Jiayi was busy, running in and out from time to time to serve tea and water to everyone. She was always smiling, which was very different from her appearance in the police station.

In the police station, when facing a case, she inevitably had a serious and cold expression, revealing her fierce and powerful side, and sometimes she looked dignified and difficult to get along with.

But in private, she was very casual about throwing away the burden of being a "powerful police officer". She was not worried about being looked down upon by others because of her smile and being too lively. She was not afraid that others would think that she, a young girl who worked in her own shop, was not a strong and powerful female sergeant.

The White-browed Eagle King was used to observing others. From the moment he sat down to eat, his eyes followed Yi Jiayi from time to time.

When the diners were full, Jiayi was not so busy. She would occasionally stand outside the door at the table of Group B to chat with her teammates, and the White-browed Eagle King's eyes would be fixed.

For a long while, he couldn't help thinking:

Maybe this is a person who is truly capable and determined. He doesn't need to rely on clothes to intimidate others, nor does he need to pretend to be fierce to prevent others from bullying him.

She is not pretentious, confident and frank, so she can relax and be herself.

People live their whole lives, and when they grow old, they suddenly envy her carefreeness.

When the White-browed Eagle King quietly observed Jiayi, Cai Lan was also observing.

The old man who likes to enjoy life and pursue the philosophy and truth of life also vaguely tasted the "pure" carefreeness in Jiayi.

At work, she is the most rigorous and professional police officer, and in private, she is the freest and carefree herself.

This is not the carefreeness of waving sleeves, wielding swords and holding her head high, but the carefreeness projected from the soul to the personality.

That is her own, the purest charm.

The greatest blessing in life is probably the enjoyment of struggle and the freedom of the soul.

Cai Lan chewed on this sentence, and hurriedly took out the notebook he brought with him, wrote down the words, and read it again, still feeling satisfied. At his age, he no longer wanted to do his own hair and makeup, and he was very pleased to see such a young girl at the age of doing subtraction.

Fang Long saw Cai Lan writing something down, and was about to ask what he wrote. Was it a recipe? Suddenly his eyes were fixed on the door, and he forgot what he was going to say.

I saw nearly ten young men staggering to the door of Yi Kee. They looked up at the words on the sign and confirmed that it was correct. Then they looked at the inner wall of Yi Kee and saw several headshot clippings.

The blurry photo still showed that it was a female police officer. Looking at the bold title, I realized that it was the rising star in the police force, sharpshooter Yi Shazhan.

The rascals exchanged glances with each other, then walked past the square and round tables filled with guests, and stepped into the main hall, which was not very spacious because it was full of people.

The leader, without saying a word, raised his chin to the person behind him, and a group of people immediately took action -

the person who walked into the main hall reached behind his waist, lifted his coat, and showed the handle of his Tang sword. Drawing their swords neatly, these people were about to attack the guests - overturning the tables, smashing the walls and windows, and driving the guests away, this was their goal.

And the people who were still under the awning outside the door immediately raised the bucket in their hands and splashed it on the white wall outside the Yi Ji door - making the entrance of Yi Ji covered with red paint and "bloody" scary was also their goal.

Fang Long's pupils shrank, and he looked up in disbelief, holding the table and about to get up. Are they here to hunt him down, or what?

But before he could react, he saw the superintendents and inspectors who were enjoying themselves without any image in Yiji Hall turned their heads at the same time - this scene reminded Fang Long of the scenes in foreign animal programs: in the darkness, the moonlight was dim, and the black silhouettes in the wild suddenly turned their heads, and countless pairs of green eyes turned towards the camera.

Then, these wolf-eyed officers once again made the same move at the same time -

"Pah!" They slammed the chopsticks on the table.

When he lifted his shirt, he could see guns all over!

Each one was polished to a shine, and the murderous aura was exposed, but there was no target.

...

The bad guys just raised Tang Dao over their heads, and before they had time to scream to show their momentum, they suddenly turned into cats whose tails were stepped on, and their voices were choked.

Do!

Didn’t the brothers all say that the police who arrested Uncle Ye opened an ordinary ice room here called Yi Kee?

This—fuck you! You call this an ordinary ice room?

An ice room where every guest has a gun?

Help!

police!

Call the police!

The next moment, everyone turned back to back in tacit understanding, holding the knife and retreating defensively.

Those who died before leaving the army are the losers like them.

"Which road are you messing around with? We have something to discuss, and I'm not here for you." The leader, Shai Zai, explained hurriedly.

The man with a gun who was sitting closest to them ignored his explanation and stood up slowly.

The losers immediately felt their scalps tingling - Ahhh! He stood up! He stood up!!!

The man with a gun looked at them coldly, opened the holster buckle with a click, and pulled out the gun calmly and slowly. He pointed the gun at the losers and said in a deep voice:

"All squat."

Maybe because he ate too much, his voice was full of laziness and satisfaction. He

was pointing the gun at someone's head and making the most brutal threat, but his posture was so lazy.

Yi Jiadong, Sun Xin and others in the back kitchen all widened their eyes, put down their work, and poked their heads out, hesitating whether to come out and have a fight or something. But this posture - it seems that they don't need to do anything.

Sir Guo from the Public Relations Department also stood up and took a step back to block Mr. Cai Lan's table. Even though he was just an inspector of the Public Relations Department, his instinct to protect citizens was still there.

The losers were still hesitant, and the sound of tables and chairs colliding suddenly came one after another. In the blink of an eye, 8 ruffians stood up again, each of them took out a gun and pointed the muzzle at them.

How powerful the losers were when they came in, how powerful they walked... now they are as humble as they are, and how cowardly they are squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Within 5 minutes, there were several clicks, and the rascals who rushed in to mess things up were all given a pair of "silver bracelets".

Only then did they realize: eat shit! A room full of police officers!!!

...

And outside the main room, it was another scene.

At that time, Jiayi was leaning against the outer wall of Yiji and chatting with her colleagues from Group B who were eating at the table next to her. When the rascals came in, she wanted to turn around to greet them, and she was almost splashed with red paint on her face - fortunately, she had been running and exercising every day since she became a police officer, which improved her motor nerves, otherwise it would be bad luck.

He jumped away and turned back to see that the jerk was preparing to throw a second blow. The two jerks behind him carrying buckets also walked to the other white wall to throw. The

surrounding B-team agents, A-team agents and the Flying Tigers at the next few tables were all strong and brave, and their reaction speed was beyond imagination.

In the blink of an eye, the "paint-throwing hand" that succeeded once suddenly had nothing in his hand. He turned around and saw that his paint bucket was in the hands of another person.

He was about to look up and curse and push, but he was suddenly punched on the chin. His head buzzed and he almost fainted.

When he came to his senses again, he was already ridden by the young man who had just hit him. When he looked up and met the man's eyes, he was shocked. For a second, he thought he was going to die.

Suddenly, a shout rang out from the side:

"Shaowei!"

The next moment, the fist that was raised high above his head froze and finally failed to hit him.

The bad boy was saved, and he was held down and turned over in a daze. His face was rubbed against the ground, and he grimaced and screamed in pain. The next moment, he felt the hands behind his back were cold, and he was handcuffed.

Jiayi saw Xu Shaowei stand up, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. She patted his shoulder and looked into the hall. Seeing that no superior was looking at her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The fist hit Xu Shaowei's lower back. She frowned and bared her teeth to threaten him not to mess around. Seeing that he stood up obediently and withdrew his sharpness, she relaxed.

Liu Jiaming, who had just restrained a jerk and handcuffed him, watched Yi Jiayi scold Xu Shaowei for not biting people. The irritable Chihuahua Detective Xu instantly turned into a well-behaved golden retriever. With

starry eyes, Liu Jiaming stepped over, smiled heartily, and couldn't help but shouting:

"Eleventh Sister is so handsome! I want to be a policeman too!"

Seeing that many people were looking at him, Jiayi also punched Liu Jiaming in the back: "Stop making trouble!"

But after two sentences, he looked around again - clack! All the jerk were taken!

The Flying Tigers are indeed the elites in the PTU, the flying generals in the police force, they are generous enough to eat meat, and they are also merciless when catching jerk - the jerks held down by the Flying Tigers all had their arms dislocated. Their

methods are so sharp, it's like they are all Qin Xiaolei of the police force!

...

Just when the Flying Tigers dragged all the bad boys out of Yi Kee, tied them up and put them on the street, preparing to interrogate them, a loud noise suddenly came from the newly cleaned room -

someone slammed the table hard.

It was so hard and loud.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound in Yi Kee. The next moment, they saw Fang Long, who was a little drunk, with a look of relief on his face. He stood up, and blood rushed in his chest.

Police!

This is the speed and power of the Hong Kong police!

He felt the sense of mission and sacredness of the Hong Kong police at such a close distance!

Suddenly, the most familiar phrase he said when he played the role of a policeman came to his mind. He was emotionally agitated for a moment, and finally said it in a sonorous and righteous voice:

"Don't move! You are under arrest now, you have the right to remain silent..."

...

O Kee had a full meal, but it was still waiting for a bunch of little idiots who didn't even have a name under Lu Weiye.

Now the remaining stragglers were also caught, and he made a meritorious contribution for no reason.

When Tang Zongli left, he couldn't help but joked with Yi Jiayi: "I'm going to buy Mark Six lottery tomorrow! This luck can't be wasted."

When the superiors left, they also took away the bastards tied up in a string. That scene was spectacular. It was a rare event in Ivy Street in a century. All the neighbors came out to watch the police parade people on skewers.

Some neighbors, though they didn't know what was going on, joined in the fun by taking out all the rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves from their homes and throwing them at the scumbags with all their strength - when the boss was young, his posture when pitching a baseball was not even this standard.

This scene, which only appeared in costume TV dramas when criminals were paraded through the streets, was so rare that it soon attracted residents from seven or eight streets around. PPRB's Mr. Guo saw that the momentum was almost built up and that if it continued, it would cause traffic jams and stampedes, so he quickly arranged for the police to take the scumbags back to the police station one by one.

Gossip spread quickly among the uncles and aunts, and soon, everyone in Hong Kong knew about it:

"It is said that at that time, there were 8 squads of the Flying Tigers having a dinner in plainclothes at Yi Ji. Those blind losers rushed in and were beaten down before they could even stand firm. Wow, that scene, they cried for their parents..." "

It is said that the dish the Flying Tigers were eating at that time was a crab feast. Now it is not called a crab feast, but a 'catch-all auspicious feast'. It is really evil. Eating this feast is a good omen for 'winning the battle'. The day before yesterday, the stupid son of the neighboring Yutou Biao family also went to eat. He got full marks on the test yesterday! The stupid kid who used to get 0 points is so evil and sharp!"

All the stragglers were captured.

The police canteen became famous in one battle!

……

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After the police team had eaten and drunk their fill and left with their spoils, Mr. Cai Lan also said goodbye to his friends and left.

Yi Jiadong handed the business cards printed by Jiayi to Fang Long and his girlfriend, as well as Mr. Cai and his assistant, and apologized for scaring them.

Mr. Cai and Fang Long were in a very good mood and waved their hands and said "No, no, no". When leaving, Mr. Cai specifically asked Sun Xin for a small box of pickled radishes, and then he showed a satisfied smile.

Yi Ji was finally quiet now. The detectives from Group B stayed to help clean up the mess, put the tables and chairs back in place, and cleaned up and discarded the chairs that were accidentally damaged.

Jiayi thanked everyone while busying herself.

"Are we helping you? We are helping our parents, Chef Yi, who provides us with food and clothing." Gary smiled and comforted Jiayi, not wanting her to feel embarrassed.

"It keeps us fit, and we can go back to the office later to work, so happy." Liu Jiaming stretched his waist and followed suit.

Uncle Jiu quietly took out a small Guan Gong statue from the cloth bag that had been placed beside the chair, and brought it to the front of Yi Jiadong, saying with a smile: "Now that we have the Second Master to keep us safe, we don't have to be afraid even if the police don't come to the dinner."

Everyone hurriedly put down their work and invited Guan Gong into the shop. After placing the Guan Gong statue, they burned incense and worshiped in turn.

When everyone finished worshipping Second Master Guan and came out to continue their work, they saw that Xu Shaowei did not come in to follow the metaphysical process, but stood outside the door of Yi Ji, staring at the red paint splashes on the white wall in a daze.

Just as Jiayi was about to ask him what he was thinking, Xu Shaowei suddenly picked up the tipped paint bucket.

He stopped to look around, grabbed a few tissues and used them as brushes, walked to the messy white wall, and repainted on the red spots on the white wall.

The wall was covered with wild cyclamen, which were not beautiful but covered the blood-red color.

Everyone who was busy gradually put down their work and gathered around to admire Xu Shaowei's graffiti.

A few minutes later, he put down his pen and turned around. He unexpectedly met the eyes of Yi Jiadong, Yi Jiayi and others, and said uncertainly:

"Cyclamen, this trick is good, and the name is also auspicious."

"You are so talented, you can also draw!" Liu Jiaming walked over and hugged Xu Shaowei's shoulders.

"..." Xu Shaowei's body froze when he was hugged, but he resisted the urge to brush him away. Instead, he responded to the other party's teasing: "I know a lot."

"I have learned a lot, it's amazing!" Liu Jiaming patted Xu Shaowei on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up, "You draw really well."

"Cyclamen is very good. And these are easy-to-remember battle badges, very impressive." Jiayi looked at her eldest brother, and Yi Jiadong also nodded.

Xu Shaowei pursed his lips, raised his eyes and glanced at Yi Jiayi again. Seeing that she was indeed satisfied, he relaxed and turned around to throw the paint bucket, paper ball and brush next to the trash can.

He had originally prepared to help Yi Ji repaint the wall another day if the painting was bad, but now it seemed that it would not be necessary.

From then on, cyclamen bloomed on the white wall outside Yi Ji's door - each blooming petal had a message written on it:

There is a vicious dog inside! Danger, don't mess with it!

...

That night, Yi Ji's family watched TVB together in the living room of the Yi family. The living room, which was originally spacious for the four brothers and sisters of the Yi family, suddenly became crowded with Sun Xin, Ding Baoshu, Ah Xiang, the senior sister who protected Ah Xiang, and Clara.

Tonight, everyone saw a different Sun Xin on the square TV.

The chef who did the hair and makeup was a proud and cheerful person, and he seemed to be a different person from the Sun Xin who blushed to the point of suffocation when watching his own performance.

The chef was arrogant and domineering. Although he didn't have much to say, every look in his eyes and every inch of his face showed his arrogance of "I look down on all of you."

The shy tofu boy not only looks rounder in front of the camera, but also glows with a different brilliance.

The lonely child who once stood on the street selling steamed buns has now grown into a strong teenager who can stand in the spotlight, with a future and hope.

When Sun Xin's shot ended, everyone turned around and looked at him eagerly, shouting:

"Ahhh! Brother Sun Xin is on TV!"

"Brother Sun Xin is so handsome! A big star!"

As if they were prouder and happier than Sun Xin.

Sun Xin was happy and shy, his apples were red as blood, and his eyes were wet as if they were about to cry.

Having a family happy for you, sharing your achievements and happiness with you... Tofu boy is not an orphan, but a happy big star.

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The next day, all newspapers in Hong Kong reported the news that the Flying Tigers on Ivy Street had captured the escaped fish of the hawker group.

Various explosive headlines emerged one after another, as if it was a competition of unconventional talents: the Eight Immortals showed their magical powers, and the citizens watched with relish.

Entertainment comes first.

At the same time, the easy-to-remember crab feast was widely spread as a good omen of "a successful start".

Some competing restaurants began to study the cooking methods of big crabs, and also wanted to make a fortune. In order to purchase goods, they even opened the precedent of importing big crabs from the mainland.

A week later, a good news from Jiayi’s hometown appeared in the newspaper-Hong Kong businessmen bought river crabs to generate income for Jiangnan in the mainland.

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……

9 days later, the bad boys who had made such a fuss were all sentenced to criminal detention for provoking trouble and assaulting police officers because they were not really involved in prostitution. They

used a butcher knife to kill a chicken.

Not only did this incident become a joke among the people, but that day also became the most impressive day in the lives of these detained bad boys.

In prison, they did nothing but brag.

"The day the police arrested me, wow, you don't know how impressive it was, it was incredible, two chief superintendents, four superintendents, 16 inspectors, three sergeants, 18 Flying Tigers..."