Zhang Zifeng and his two colleagues shook their heads with bitter smiles, One of them said to Sun Mingyu, "Kid, you're just too dedicated. You've just started your career as a criminal police officer, take good care of your health."
Another colleague waved at Sun Mingyu and said, "Come over and have something to eat, if you wait until it gets crowded, you'll have to wait a long time even if you want to eat."
After a moment of thought, Sun Mingyu still walked over to the trio.
He ordered a bowl of mutton noodles and sat next to Zhang Zifeng before turning to ask Old Yang, who was cooking the noodles, "Old Yang, is this mutton freshly slaughtered, or is it delivered?"
Yang turned around with a simple smile and said, "My sheep are raised by my own family. My two sons herd the sheep in the suburbs and slaughter whatever is needed, then drive it over."
Sun Mingyu nodded and then asked, "What do you think the difference is between mutton and human flesh?"
"Pfft!"
