Song Yunuan thought to themselves, it must have been honed from a young age.
The fingers were so fast, their afterimage couldn't be seen.
The woman didn't tamper with the noodles as she poured them into the lunch box.
She didn't tamper with anything when she put the lid on the lunch box either.
It was the same as she wrapped it up.
To add credibility, she handed it over to the plainclothes officer for inspection, which meant there was nothing amiss the second time it was opened as well.
Then, right under everyone's gaze, she dropped a jade bracelet from her sleeve and stuffed it into the towel with the speed of lightning.
Still, there was nothing in the lunch box.
Just the fragrant steamy chicken egg noodles soup.
But there was something off about the towel.
Although it looked like a white towel, popular among workers to wipe sweat, there was definitely more than met the eye.
