Uncle Fu knew about the grudges between the East Star Gang and Lin Li.
Lin Li's reckless rescue of Wang Jianguo made him even more loyal to his master.
Lin Li paused slightly in her hand holding the fork. Water droplets from the strawberries dripped down the fork and onto the tablecloth, spreading out in a small water stain.
The destruction of the Tung Sing gang has become big news in Hong Kong.
Lin Li smiled slightly, concealing her intention to achieve merit and fame.
She put down her fork, picked up her coffee cup, and took a small sip.
Uncle Fu continued, "I heard that the police launched a large-scale raid in conjunction with multiple departments. A few days ago, in the early morning, the police mobilized a large number of officers to besiege the various branches and strongholds of the Tung Sing Gang. It is said that the scene was very intense, with constant gunfire. The Tung Sing Gang leader and several core leaders were captured on the spot, and many gang members were also arrested."
Lin Li's gaze fell on the headline of the newspaper.
The above is a report about the destruction of the Tung Sing gang, accompanied by a photo of the police operation. Although it is a bit blurry, you can see the tense atmosphere at the time.
She picked up the newspaper and read its contents carefully.
The report detailed the police operation and the list of those arrested, conveying the decisiveness and thoroughness of the operation.
"I really didn't expect them to act so quickly."
Lin Li put down the newspaper and spoke softly, her tone revealing little emotion.
"Yes, the Tung Sing gang committed numerous evils and should have been dealt with long ago. They bullied and extorted money in Hong Kong, harming countless people. Many citizens of Hong Kong are applauding their annihilation this time."
Lin Li picked up a piece of ham and chewed it slowly.
The exhilarating feeling of dealing with them involuntarily came to mind, making me even happier.
She took another sip of coffee. "So, is the security situation in Hong Kong much better now?"
"Probably."
Uncle Fu nodded. "The police are determined to clean up the security situation in Hong Kong this time. Apart from the Tung Sing gang, other smaller gangs will probably behave much better. The social order in Hong Kong should be much more stable in the future."
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, warming Lin Li's face.
Looking out the window at the lush phoenix trees and listening to the distant sound of waves, she felt an indescribable peace.
The downfall of the Tung Sing gang was like the clearer sky over Hong Kong after a storm.
She continued eating her breakfast. The crispness of the croissant, the sweetness of the fruit, and the richness of the coffee intertwined in her mouth, giving her a long-lost sense of comfort.
In middle age, the most precious thing is such a moment of peace.
Uncle Fu stood quietly to the side, occasionally adding coffee or food for her without disturbing her.
Lin Li ate while flipping through other news articles in the newspaper.
Reports on the economic development of the port city, gossip about the entertainment industry, and some international news.
Her fingers traced the printed words on the newspaper, feeling the rough texture of the paper.
These news stories contained countless business opportunities, making her eager to take action.
There was also a large sum of money obtained from the East Star Gang in the space.
This makes her want to cause trouble again.
Before I knew it, I had eaten most of my breakfast.
Lin Li put down her knife and fork, picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth with elegant and proper movements.
Looking at the remaining food on the table, she said to Uncle Fu, "Uncle Fu, today's breakfast was delicious, thank you."
Uncle Fu smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it, Madam. You must be tired after you just got back. Have some breakfast and get some rest."
Lin Li nodded, and was about to speak when her gaze fell on the direction of the stairwell, and she asked.
"Aren't Lao San, Hu Zi, and Yao Yao up yet? It's almost ten o'clock."
Just as Uncle Fu was about to reply, a series of dragging footsteps came from the second floor.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Laosan came downstairs wearing a loose cotton and linen pajama set, his hair was a little messy, and there was obvious sleepiness in the corners of his eyes.
As she walked, she rubbed her eyes and yawned, saying, "Mom, you're up so early?"
Looking at her son's appearance, Lin Li smiled helplessly: "Yes, it looks like you're more tired than me. You need to exercise more."
Lin Laosan nodded, picked up the bread on the table, and started eating it.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the stairs, and Lin Hu rushed down like a small cannonball.
He was wearing a blue tank top, his shorts were rolled up at the ankle, and his face was flushed with excitement as he shouted, "Grandma! Is there anything good to eat? I'm starving!"
As she spoke, she rushed to Lin Li's side and hugged her arm.
Following closely behind was six-year-old Lin Yao, who slowly walked downstairs, wearing a clean white shirt and with his hair neatly combed. He walked up to Lin Li and politely greeted her, "Hello, Grandma."
Looking at her two grandsons, Lin Li's smile instantly became even gentler.
She patted Lin Hu's head, then took Lin Yao's little hand and said softly, "Are you awake? Come and have breakfast. Uncle Fu made a really delicious breakfast today."
As Uncle Fu watched them chatting and laughing, a gentle smile also appeared on his face.
Then, he gestured with his chin toward the kitchen.
Ah Zhen, the maid standing in the corner of the restaurant, understood and quickly walked through the carved wooden door into the kitchen.
In just a short while, Ah Zhen and another maid came out pushing a food cart.
The brass dining wheels rolled over the teak floor, making a soft rumbling sound.
The dining cart was covered with a crisply starched linen cloth, and three sets of tableware were neatly arranged.
The rough earthenware bowl that Lin Laosan used to use still had slight scratches on the rim; it was a favorite he had found at the night market before the Lunar New Year.
Lin Hu's enamel bowl with the bear pattern had a small chip, but he treasured it dearly.
Lin Yao's white porcelain bowl was decorated with fine gold lines, which, like his quiet nature, exuded a gentle and obedient quality.
"Sir, young master, breakfast is here."
Uncle Fu stepped forward and lifted the silver heater cover on the food cart, releasing a burst of heat and aroma.
Lin Laosan's favorite wonton noodles lay in a rough earthenware bowl.
The bamboo-pressed noodles are distinct, the pink filling of the shrimp wontons is faintly visible through the thin skin, the emerald green bok choy lies beside them, and the bottom of the bowl is filled with golden dried flounder broth.
Lin Hu's breakfast consisted of a sunny-side-up egg fried to a golden brown, served with ham and toast.
The toast was toasted until the edges were crispy and covered with a thick layer of peanut butter. Next to it sat a half-full glass of iced milk, with fine droplets of water clinging to the glass.
In front of Lin Yao was a bowl of boat congee, with fish slices, pork skin, and peanuts in the thick rice porridge, sprinkled with bright green scallions, and with a rich aroma as sweet as honey.
Lin Laosan walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
He grabbed his chopsticks and poked them into the wonton noodles, grimacing from the heat but refusing to let go.
The sweetness of the fresh shrimp, combined with the chewy texture of the noodles, exploded in his mouth, instantly waking him up.
“Homemade wonton noodles are still the most authentic,” he mumbled, picking up another wonton with his chopsticks. “The ones I ate outside last time were a desecration of wontons.”
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