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Breakfast was resolved at a Yue-style tea house.
Yun Shi Yu and Zhou Qingyuan seemed to have entered a one-upmanship mode. You order a serving of shrimp dumplings, I order a serving of siu mai; you get chicken feet, I get rice noodle rolls.
Soon, the table was packed with food, and an intense breakfast turned into a bill of five to six hundred yuan.
Xiao Ming didn't stop them, simply burying his head in his food. After he was full, he called the waiter over for takeout, didn't carry it himself, and just walked out.
Upon arriving at the police station, Ding Jianwei greeted them, munching on a fried pancake, his cheeks shiny with grease.
Xiao Ming couldn't help but laugh, "Are you really that busy, or are you trying to make a lasting impression on me?"
Ding Jianwei blinked, "What do you think?"
Xiao Ming shook his head, took the takeout from Yun Shi Yu and Zhou Qingyuan, and stuffed it all into Ding Jianwei's hands.
