"Damn it! Master, if it doesn’t work, let me handle it!"

Qian Zhijie painfully extended his arm resting on his knee and waved his hand, "I can do it."

Zhao Wenping broke out in a sweat.

He has been working for many years, always partnering with Qian Zhijie. Old Qian is someone who dares to take on tasks with great dedication.

Moreover, in the office, although Old Qian seems nonchalant, he actually has a very good heart, always taking care of the auxiliary police officers like them.

One New Year’s Eve, there was a sudden cold snap, and it even snowed.

The office handed out thick mountaineering clothes to everyone, but when Zhao Wenping went to collect his, he was told only the formal employees would get them.

He didn’t say anything, since this wasn’t the first time, and sometimes the leaders were completely unaware of such situations.

When Old Qian found out, he immediately gave his own jacket to Zhao Wenping and even deliberately wore something very thin, wandering around the yard.

The leader noticed and inquired, and soon after they allocated money to issue mountaineering jackets to all auxiliary police officers. From then on, Old Zhao especially admired Qian Zhijie.

Now, seeing Old Qian insist on swallowing that mouthful of tofu brain despite being burned, Zhao Wenping felt a twinge of sadness.

Old Qian is too tough, so admirable!

Qian Zhijie didn’t chew at all and swallowed it whole, burning from the esophagus to the stomach all the way.

"Damn, this stuff looks like it’s not steaming hot but it is," Qian Zhijie complained.

This time, he didn’t dare be reckless. He scooped up some with a spoon, blew on it twice, and then tasted it.

If that first aggressive bite was like the first contact with a girl, only knowing its taste but not its essence,

then this second spoonful in the mouth was akin to a deeper understanding of the girl.

The hot wave when entering was intensely spicy but not overwhelming, accompanied by the fried meat aroma of crispy pork and the dry fragrance of stir-fried beef cubes. The various flavors mixed yet weren’t chaotic.

The thickened soup was silky, complementing the soft and tender tofu brain, so that when gently pressed, the soup and tofu smoothly turned into liquid flowing down the throat.

Only leaving the various ingredients stranded on the tongue, before one more bite.

The crispy pickle made a crunchy sound, the crispy pork was slightly soft outside while maintaining its crispy interior, and the beef cubes were chewy.

’Wow, this is actually quite good!’

Qian Zhijie was amazed, ’But this taste seems quite normal. These ingredients combined should taste like this, right?’

He wondered to himself, but his hands didn’t stop, spoonful after spoonful went into his mouth.

He didn’t know why, but there was a feeling of being unable to stop.

But Qian Zhijie didn’t forget why he was there.

’Could it be, as this comrade said, that it’s because something was added to the tofu brain, making it so irresistible?’

He had dealt with cases like this before—foods with that stuff mixed in did taste better and had a better texture, but definitely not to the level of this tofu brain’s ’irresistible’ status.

One bowl of Emei Tofu Brain was cleaned out in no time.

Zhao Wenping and Zhang Xiaobin watched Qian Zhijie with admiration, feeling even more respect for him and each thinking that if they were on duty with Old Qian in the future, they’d let him sleep more and rest more as he was so dedicated!

Just then, Qian Zhijie put down the empty bowl and suddenly said, "I feel like I need another bowl."

"Why another, Master?"

"Yeah, Old Qian, no need to push yourself. If there’s really something inside, eating too much won’t be good for your health."

Zhao Ming looked certain, "See, see! Didn’t I say, there’s definitely something in this stuff, making you want to eat more and more!"

Even so, Qian Zhijie didn’t want to admit he wanted another bowl because of his cravings.

He was serious, "No, while I was eating, I considered something."

The other three looked at Qian Zhijie seriously.

"I was thinking, although this thing can be tested within fifteen to thirty minutes, sometimes discussing toxicity without considering dosage is meaningless. What if just one bowl isn’t enough?"

Zhao Wenping and Zhang Xiaobin exchanged glances, feeling Old Qian made a lot of sense.

"But, Master, if you eat more, can you handle it?"

Zhao Wenping was a bit worried, "If it doesn’t work, let us do it!"

Qian Zhijie shook his head, "I’ve already had a bowl. If we switch, you’d each have to eat an extra bowl, so I’ll do it!"

The two watched Qian Zhijie resolutely get up and head to the next stall, feeling a momentary sense of awe at his imposing figure.

"Boss, one more... never mind, give me five bowls."

Initially, Qian Zhijie had planned to invite others for breakfast after the night shift, as the canteen food was not good and he didn’t eat much. Now he was a bit hungry, and the previous bowl of tofu brain was just like a lead, tempting his cravings to run wild.

Chen Mo reached out to scoop the tofu brain, seeing there wasn’t much left in the pot. He turned to look at the customers behind this old fellow.

He spoke in a negotiable tone, "Bro, there’s not much tofu brain left, and I see there are many customers behind you who haven’t had any. Could you eat a bit less and share it with everyone?"

Technically, Chen Mo shouldn’t have said that.

But after witnessing the rabbit head incident at Bao Shuai’s stall earlier, Chen Mo didn’t want to have customers argue again later.

Besides, allowing more customers to taste these snacks was the best way to maximize value. In the future, more people would appreciate these snacks, making Cheng Xiuli and the others’ work easier.

Qian Zhijie was a bit surprised. It was his first time hearing a snack stall owner say something like this. He nodded, "Alright, just one bowl then."

Chen Mo handed over a serving of tofu brain and then returned to serving the customers behind.

Qian Zhijie walked and ate the tofu brain at the same time. By the time he returned to the skewer stand, he had already eaten half a bowl.

"So, Master, how is it?"

Qian Zhijie slurped the tofu brain, "Can’t say, I thought I’d eat several bowls to settle it in one go, but that boss only sold me one serving. Let’s hope the two bowls give accurate results."

In fact, he knew that even one bowl was enough for accurate results.

The test strips were very advanced, they wouldn’t care how much was in your body, as long as there was any, it’d be detected.

But he couldn’t say the truth, he couldn’t directly tell his apprentice, "Your master’s eating a second bowl because I’m greedy," that would be too embarrassing.

Hearing Old Qian say this, Zhao Ming’s right hand pressed against his backpack, showing a tinge of struggle on his face.

His dream had always been to join the criminal police team. Although the task at hand had nothing to do with exams, in Zhao Ming’s imagination, when it came to interviews later, he would at least have this to boast about, showcasing his investigative talent.

If the dosage still wasn’t enough.

Zhao Ming fiddled with the zipper on the backpack, "Comrade, I have some more here."

"What’s up, huh?" Qian Zhijie chewed on the ingredients, savoring the flavor.

"Originally, I planned to keep this as evidence, but if you say the dosage is insufficient," Zhao Ming unzipped his backpack and took out a plastic bag.

Inside, not something else, but rabbit heads he intended to keep as evidence!

There were nine when packed. He couldn’t resist, eating a few while eating the tofu brain, and now there were five left in the plastic bag.

"Then have a few rabbit heads, this time it should be enough!"

The tofu brain was already a delight; seeing five rabbit heads when the plastic bag was opened brought an aroma of stewed meats mingling with strong spicy scents.

Qian Zhijie involuntarily tightened his anus, his expression showing a "going-to-die" demeanor.

Not good, man, are you...

I can’t eat spicy food these days!