"Get up, let's go into town to pick up Feiyang." Ye Cheng pulled the blanket off Xiao Hu.
"It's only a few o'clock, there's no point in going early."
"Nonsense, do you think I don't know? Aunt Qian is already blocking my door. How could I not go?"
"Okay, okay, I'll get up."
They woke Xiaohu up, and the two of them each rode a motorcycle into the city. They didn't eat breakfast, planning to eat it in the city instead.
There are many kinds of breakfasts in the city, so Ye Cheng took Xiao Hu directly to the vegetable market where he had met Lao Wang before.
Speaking of which, Old Wang hasn't contacted me or Xiao Rou for a long time.
By the way, I don't know what Yang Liu has been busy with lately; I haven't heard from her at all.
Ye Cheng ordered a bowl of pork intestine noodles with a poached egg, while Xiao Hu ordered pork liver with an egg. They also ordered a basket of steamed buns and twenty fried dumplings. The proprietress was overjoyed to see such big customers.
"Wow, you young men are really something, you can eat so much."
"If I don't eat now, I won't be able to eat it when I'm old. Boss lady, please put in more chili for me, I like it spicy."
"Okay, I'm just worried you won't be able to handle it."
"Don't worry, even if you put your whole bowl of chili peppers in, I'll be fine."
Ye Cheng was just bragging, but he didn't expect that the landlady was someone who would listen to advice.
While cooking the noodles, he took out a packet of chili peppers from under the cabinet and sprinkled some into Ye Cheng's braised pork intestine noodles.
No need to eat, holy crap!
The smell of chili peppers made the people around cough incessantly.
"Here you go, handsome, some pork intestine noodles. I added chili peppers from my hometown."
Ye Cheng smelled the aroma and thought, "Damn, is this chili pepper?"
This is Samadhi Fire!
One bite, and my lips went numb, my scalp broke out in a sweat, and my eyes widened like saucers.
Ye Cheng gratefully took a bottle of soda and drank it to relieve the spiciness.
"Boss lady, where are you from?"
"I'm from Jiangxi. How's the taste? Not bad, right?"
"Yes, it has to work!" Ye Cheng gave a thumbs up.
People in China have always said that Sichuan and Chongqing are spicy, but actually, Sichuan and Chongqing are numbing and spicy, and in terms of pure spiciness, they are not spicy.
It was only after later generations and more exchanges that they realized the truly spicy places were Jiangxi and Hunan, where the heat was truly fiery.
According to Ye Cheng's experience, Jiangxi is spicier than Hunan, because Jiangxi prefers salty spiciness, while Hunan prefers fragrant spiciness, and salty spiciness is spicier!
Xiao Hu could eat a little, but he didn't have Ye Cheng's strong taste at all. He obediently moved his bowl away a little, afraid that Ye Cheng would suddenly put a piece of food in his bowl.
"Brother, don't waste food. The landlady cooked it especially for you, so you have to finish it."
"Don't worry, it's rare to find something this spicy. You think I'd give it to you? Pfft!"
I ate a bowl of noodles and broke out in a sweat, feeling completely satisfied, but my lips are a little sore, and I guess my anus will be burning tonight too.
The proprietress's chili peppers were good; they didn't make my stomach hurt, which means they're really good quality.
Some unscrupulous bosses like to use technology to make the food spicy enough, but it makes your stomach uncomfortable right away.
Ye Cheng had learned this lesson the hard way before.
After finishing breakfast, Ye Cheng packed another basket of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) to give to He Feiyang later.
I checked the time; it was past 8 o'clock. This was just the right time to go to the police station.
Sure enough, when the two arrived at the police station, they saw people walking in one after another, arriving for work.
After making a phone call to Song Zhiyong, Song Zhiyong sent someone to pick up the two of them.
Upon entering, I saw that the entire conference room was full of people, and the table was covered with documents and materials.
"Damn! Captain Song, are you planning to take the postgraduate entrance exam?" Ye Cheng joked.
"What's the point of taking the postgraduate entrance exam? Do you think that's all we police officers do is solve cases and arrest people? We have a ton of data to organize."
There are so many victims this time; we need files and records for everyone. This is much more tiring than arresting people.
Song Zhiyong was clearly not the type of person who could sit still and work on documents, so he took Ye Cheng to fetch the people himself.
He Feiyang had been waiting anxiously for a long time. When he saw Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu coming over, the young man squatted down and burst into tears.
"Captain Song, you didn't take good care of him either," Ye Cheng muttered softly.
"Bullshit! He has food and drink, and even a single room. What more could he want? I even secretly gave him a bucket of instant noodles last night. This treatment is beyond what even the King of Heaven would expect." Song Zhiyong spoke with a thuggish and straightforward manner.
"This is only because of you. As for the others, I would have locked him up with other prisoners long ago."
"Alright, alright, my Captain Song is the most awesome." Ye Cheng said, then stuffed a pack of cigarettes into his hand. Since the other party was giving him face, he couldn't just refuse.
Xiao Hu had already pulled He Feiyang out. The boy looked at Captain Song with tears streaming down his face, looking completely obedient.
"Officer, can I really go now?"
"If you don't want to leave, that's fine too. I'll give you two more days off?"
Upon hearing this, He Feiyang was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I was just asking casually."
"Feiyang, Captain Song was just kidding. We're going home. Your mom came looking for me early this morning, afraid you'd stay even a minute longer."
"Thank you, Brother Cheng. Thank you, Brother Xiaohu."
After spending more than a day in jail, He Feiyang's mental state has returned to normal, and he's lost his previous arrogance.
Xiao Hu handed the steamed buns to He Feiyang and waited with him on the side. Ye Cheng still needed to talk to Song Zhiyong about the refund.
"The bureau had a meeting last night, and it's going to proceed according to the plan we discussed before. As for the money, it wasn't supposed to be refunded so quickly, but since you're already here, I can't let you go back empty-handed."
I had someone work overtime last night to calculate the money owed to your village. I'll have Xiao Wang accompany you back to the village later, and we'll get the village committee involved so we can all sign off on the refund."
"Captain Song is really efficient. When we get back, I'll build a shrine for you and burn incense for you every day."
"Get lost, I'll burn incense for you, damn it," Song Zhiyong said with a laugh.
After he finished speaking, he pointed upwards.
"Aren't you going to say hello to Director Zhou?"
Ye Cheng thought about it and agreed. He should thank Director Zhou, even though he was the one who helped them this time.
But who knows if I'll need to ask them for help later?
Ye Cheng first called Aunt Qian and asked He Feiyang to say a few words to her to put her at ease before going to Director Zhou's office with Song Zhiyong.
As soon as the door opened, Director Zhou was leisurely sitting in his office chair. Seeing Ye Cheng enter, he immediately stood up, pointed to the sofa,
"Our great hero has arrived! Come, have a seat."
"I'm talking to you, Captain Song," Ye Cheng teased.
Song Zhiyong chuckled twice.
"You'd better sit down. It's already a favor that Director Zhou is giving me a friendly look, and he calls himself a great contributor."
"What's wrong, Song Zhiyong? Are you itching for a beating again? You're picking on me again."
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