Tao Ji's delicious porridge is very laborious. The old chef has to hold a stick and cook the porridge two hours in advance. The porridge is cooked in a large pot with an open fire. If the stick is not used for a long time, the bottom will be burnt. If you want to cook a large pot of porridge that cannot be hugged by one person, you have to stir it all the time.

Although he has trained two unicorn arms, his lean bare-chested muscles are bulging, and he is as black and shiny as the bronze Arhats in Shaolin Temple who are painted with tanning oil, but when the customers taste the delicious porridge with different flavors such as preserved eggs, pork liver, pork bones, fish soup, jellyfish, dried shreds, and leftovers, and exclaim that it is delicious and punctuated, all the hard work becomes worth it.

Jiayi sat among the crowd at the porridge stall, blending into the lively atmosphere of the food stall.

She watched the chef of Tao Ji, shirtless and wearing an apron, carrying a bubbling earthenware pot of porridge and moving between the tables. He was sweating profusely because of the good business, but his face was full of smiles.

The old chef sometimes served porridge to the table, sometimes helped to stir the porridge, sometimes greeted customers to pay the bill and change, and sometimes wiped the table and removed the dishes. He was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground. Only

such a person can have such a thin figure. I think he looks like an ordinary thin old man after putting on clothes, but he has the strength to lift a super heavy pot.

The murderer may not be as agile and thin as the old chef, but he should also do physical work from time to time.

Jiayi was observing everything around him, while Fang Zhenyue was chatting with an informant who was drinking porridge to dig out information.

There are honest and sincere people in this world, and there are also cunning and greedy people who are full of lies. Jiayi went out with Yuege and met all kinds of informants. Only then did she realize that it takes more than money to control these guys.

When facing these scoundrels who are wandering around the streets and alleys at the bottom of society, if you just give them money without thinking about driving, you will become a fool who has a lot of money and be cheated by these people.

Yuege knows how to get along with these people. Although he is unrestrained when working with his colleagues in the police station, he is very cautious when facing these informants.

Jiayi keeps meeting new informants and keeps seeing Yuege changing his attitude to get along with these people.

When encountering a rude scoundrel who wants to control others by being bad-tempered, Brother Yue is more rude and fierce than him;

when encountering a habitual liar, Brother Yue is cautious and deals with him, squeezing the truth from his lies;

when encountering a loyal person who flatters the powerful and bullies the weak, Brother Yue puts on airs and shows his sincerity;

when encountering a timid person who is cautious, Brother Yue makes the most stable and reliable expression, speaks less and treats him with caution...

In this process, Jiayi records Brother Yue's attitude towards things and people, and realizes how much effort a person can make to get some really useful evidence and clues.

Brother Yue is the kind of person who can go to work in flip-flops, shorts and a vest as long as the police station agrees. He often gets bitten by mosquitoes while working outside. After he finishes his work, he realizes that he forgot to apply mosquito repellent. He thinks he will apply it later, but forgets again. He ends up with red and swollen circles all over his body, which bleed. Although he complains bitterly, he doesn't take it seriously in his heart. On

one hand, he is a sloppy and slovenly person who doesn't care about anything, but on the other hand, he becomes a detective who pays attention to every detail

. He is a difficult policeman who can't even talk to his superiors, but when facing informants, he can change his face in a variety of ways and respond so carefully and cautiously, just to completely control the informants so as not to be deceived and get the information that is really useful to the case.

Jiayi followed Yue Ge for several hours, walking around the streets, changing to different food stalls, bars and restaurants, and meeting different people.

She kept observing the informants being questioned, recording their conversations, and even recording Yue Ge's negotiation skills and social methods.

At the same time, she compared Yue Ge's attitude, analyzed the characteristics of these informants, and guessed which of their words were true and which were false. According to their living environment, comparing their habits, imagining their personality and psychology is not only practicing profiling and accumulating character portraits, but also learning how to get along with complex human beings.

In a few hours, Yue Ge handled it well, but Jiayi was as tired and refreshed as if she had participated in a brainstorming for a day and a night.

After meeting the last informant tonight who Yue Ge thought might be able to get information, Jiayi flipped through the many pages of notes she had written, and her heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment.

She thought, I probably really love this job, otherwise how could I feel such strong joy in the process of getting to know and learning more?

Brother Yue combined the clues provided by the previous informants and gave more preliminary information to the last informant when questioning him. The informant finally gave a very detailed information:

"That should be a detective. I have seen him on Tung Choi Street. It seems that his shop is located in the alley nearby... Well, it should be on Nelson Street. You can go and have a look. Before, Ah Xia from Portland Street caught her husband cheating. It seems that she went to Nelson Street to find a detective. It is also said that she dressed herself up like Sherlock Holmes." Jiayi

wrote down the name of the street and alley, and had supper with Brother Yue and these informants for the nth time tonight.

Watching Brother Yue chatting with the informant, as if he was a brother and friend of the informant, Jiayi quietly got up to pay the bill, and asked the boss for a bottle of fresh milk, and asked the boss to help warm it with hot water.

Hong Kong has been in winter for a long time. Although the night market culture of this city is not afraid of the cold winter, it is quite deserted compared to the crowded food stalls in other seasons.

Brother Yue was hot from drinking, so his woolen coat was casually hung behind him, and three or four buttons of his shirt were torn open, revealing his neck, collarbone and flat chest stained red by alcohol. When he lowered his head and leaned forward to listen to the informant, the collar of his shirt drooped even lower, which made people imagine when they occasionally glanced at him.

I don't know what the informant said, but it made him laugh. People always look more unrestrained after drinking, and they laugh more uninhibitedly. He pulled his short hair back, and it fell down a few strands, half covering his left eyebrow, revealing only the upturned tail of his eye and the corner of his lips when he smiled, like the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, swaying and interlacing, the green shadows were psychedelic, fresh and sexy.

Ten minutes later, the informant said goodbye to Fang Zhenyue and Yi Jiayi, leaving a sentence of "Bye, handsome boy and beautiful girl~", and then staggered into the night crowd.

Fang Zhenyue put away his smile and excited look just now, propped his elbows on his knees, rubbed his head and face hard, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

You Zhaohua's voice soon came from the other side. Fang Zhenyue said straight to the point:

"I met with an informant today and got a clue. Isn't there an important witness in the case your team is following that has not been found? Go to Xiaolifang in Bolan Street. If she is not there, follow Sister Ma in Xiaolifang. She may be at her house."

"!" You Zhaohua shouted in surprise from the other side. At the same time, the sound of writing records came. After that, he said enthusiastically: "Sir Fang, you are like my reborn father--"

Fang Zhenyue pinched his eyebrows. He had dealt with countless people in one night. He really didn't have the energy to face any social events. There were so many flattering words from the other side. Seeing that he said OK, he hung up the phone without waiting for You Zhaohua to finish.

The hand holding the mobile phone drooped under the gravity. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Suddenly, a warm hand took the mobile phone from his palm. He was still taking a deep breath, without opening his eyes, but he knew it was eleven.

He put the mobile phone on the table, and there was a small thud, and then a warm cup was handed to him. She fiddled with his fingers with her fingers again, motioning him to hold it.

Opening his eyes, Fang Zhenyue lowered his eyes and first saw the warm and moist milk cup in his palm, and then raised his eyes and met a pair of bright eyes that sparkled with the light of the morning sun in the night.

She looked at him and smiled.

Warm milk, hangover sobering.

He knew it.

Sitting up straight, he unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back and gulped down most of the cup.

The moment the cup left his lips, he suddenly turned to face her, his eyes wide open and he looked very energetic. Then he suddenly straightened his chest, raised his arms, clenched his fists and made a pose like a bodybuilder showing his brachii. Then he said in a pretentious Hong Kong translation:

"If you lean on the mountain, the mountain will fall; if you lean on the water, the water will dry up. I am Popeye. I am very strong because I often eat spinach!"

This is the classic line when Popeye suddenly gained strength after eating a can of spinach.

Jiayi got it instantly and was amused by Brother Yue. She

laughed for a long time, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and found that Brother Yue was smiling while drinking the remaining warm milk and looking at her.

He was obviously very tired, but he still made a funny face to make him laugh so that she would not worry.

My heart felt warm, like drinking hot milk in the middle of winter, or eating ice watermelon in the dog days of summer.

Her eyes suddenly fell on his other hand that was not holding the bottle. It was casually placed on the table, and his slender fingers with distinct joints were either bent in a relaxed manner or stretched out casually.

Jiayi rubbed her fingers, and a picture flashed through her mind: I wonder what it would feel like to be held by such a big hand.

She would probably feel the thin silk of his palm through the skin on the back of her hand, and the power contained under his skin.

There is also temperature, or some emotions...

If the fingers are tightened and trembled, then they still contain a great desire...

She swallowed dryly. She obviously didn't drink, so would it be okay if she smelled alcohol?

"It's too late today. Let's go to Nathan Street tomorrow morning to meet the detective and find out who hired him." Fang Zhenyue put his mobile phone in his trouser pocket, put his tweed jacket on his arm, stood up and talked about work again.

"OK." Jiayi nodded. Because they were still in the food stall, she swallowed the suffix "sir".

The two walked out of the crowd and walked into the quieter parking lot.

They came across a couple kissing in the shadow of a tree and heard some ear-splitting noises. Fang Zhenyue and Yi Jiayi didn't say anything, and they didn't even dare to turn their heads to look at each other, for fear that a small movement would break some barriers and cause huge changes that they couldn't control.

In silence, they both heard their own heartbeats, and because they were worried that the other person could also hear the roaring sound of life, their eyes wandered uncomfortably and their cheeks became hot.

Fortunately, it was night, which fermented some emotions, but also allowed them to hide.

Fang Zhenyue walked to the side of Prince Happy and stood still. After watching Yi Jiayi get into the car, he said, "I'll take you here. I'll take a taxi." He

was about to turn around, but Jiayi stuck her head out and called him, "Brother Yue, I'll take you today."

It was so late, and he had drunk so much. If other people's driving was not as good as hers, what would he do if he got drunk and got carsick?

While Fang Zhenyue was hesitant, Jiayi had stretched out her arm and pushed open the passenger door.

The night road was so long that night, winding and twisting, like the state of mind of some people who are worried about gains and losses.

Finally, they turned halfway up the mountain and drove to Brother Yue's villa. Prince Happy was ready to turn around, intending to set off alone home under the stars.

In the dim car, Fang Zhenyue looked at Jiayi's profile in the scattered light of the dim car lights.

He rubbed his palm on his thigh, and then heard his low and slow voice in the small and closed car: "The return trip is too far, I am worried about you driving back alone, so stay here tonight... I will call Yi Jiadong personally to ensure your safety."

"..." Jiayi turned her head and met Brother Yue's eyes at close range in the dark.

In the dim light, his eyes were like deep pools with two points of light at the bottom, and a very tiny figure was reflected in the light.

That was her.

Jiayi pursed her lips, her smile and shyness were playing a game, her nervousness and the voice of persuading herself to relax were playing a game.

She had already imagined what kind of weird smile her eldest brother would show when he heard that she was going to stay at Brother Yue's house. And how lively Jiaru would fantasize about it, it would definitely be a romantic and erotic story. Jiajun would probably nod like a little adult, with an expression of 'I knew it'...

Maybe Brother Yue just felt that it was too late and it was not safe for her to drive by herself. Just like he said, there was no other emotion.

But here, they were almost shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, without Liu Jiaming and others behind them, and there were no other eyes around.

Away from the work place, in the dim and crowded environment, they could smell each other's breath. The shameful subtle expressions were hidden, and they were more relaxed and bolder, but at the same time they became more nervous and flustered...

Some kind of ambiguous factor was fermenting. Jiayi thought, Brother Yue was such a good mentor, who taught her, supported her, took care of her, and trusted her like a teacher and a father all the way, but now she wanted to repay him with hatred. When he kindly let her stay, she wanted to be a female monster who wanted to be Tang Monk and knock him down in this carriage when Prince Happy turned halfway and blocked the door of his villa.

Help Sister Yin and other female police officers who love him in the police station to test whether the body temperature of Officer Fang, who looks cold and unruly, is lower than that of ordinary people; does the workaholic who seems to be aloof from women have another side that is as pure as a child...