The old alley across from the East City Public Security Bureau is filled with hole-in-the-wall eateries. At night, it turns into a night market with roadside stalls.
"Boss, three bowls of beef noodle soup, extra spicy, and toss in a cauliflower," Du Qiang shouted to the owner.
"Alright, coming right up!"
That's right, Su Qing didn't walk away. He was taken out for a meal by Du Qiang, though not of his own accord. It was because of Li Zijun's mentor, Lin Chengcai.
Ever since Zhao Minghui was hospitalized, Lin Chengcai temporarily took over the position of team leader. Although old Zhao said his injury was work-related and might not merit a medal, a commendation would surely be forthcoming. Who knows, after some time, he might even get a promotion.
"Uncle Lin, I heard you wanted to see me?" Su Qing joked.
