Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 535 This thing tastes pretty good!
As the microwave oven started up with a "buzz," an enticing aroma gradually spread.

The police officers who had just finished preparing their instant noodles subconsciously sniffed the aroma that filled the air.

I looked down at the instant noodles in my hand again and suddenly realized that the instant noodles, which were originally quite fragrant, no longer smelled good.

A middle-aged police officer, slightly older and with thinning hair, felt the scalding hot instant noodle bucket in his hands.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that this thing was just like my own son, who had dyed his hair a flamboyant yellow and talked about his brothers and family all day long. It was tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.

He stared blankly at the instant noodles in his hand for a while, then decisively put them aside and asked, "Xiao Chen, what exactly is heating up in your microwave? It smells so good."

The fragrance wafted into his nostrils, making him feel a ticklish sensation.

"Steamed corn bread and rice balls."

Xiao Chen replied.

She was also filled with surprise. The rich aroma in the air was completely different from the cornbread and rice balls she remembered.

The middle-aged police officer smiled slightly and said, "You young people should pay more attention to your health. Eating something hot with soup is good for your health."

"Here, let me change your instant noodles. I've added a braised egg to them, so they're very nutritious!"

"You've hit me in the face with your abacus beads."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen decisively shook his head.

What a joke! What's so great about instant noodles? I'm almost sick of eating them when I'm on duty.

Even if you added a braised egg, or even a sausage, she would absolutely not trade it.

"Xiao Chen, this is mixed noodles, no soup. Can I have your cornbread instead?"

The other officer was more direct, stating his demands upfront.

His eyes were fixed on the microwave oven.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen was both amused and exasperated. Looking at the expectant looks on the faces of his colleagues, he could only say helplessly, "Alright, alright, let's not exchange it. I'll share it with everyone."

She thought to herself that if the cornbread and rice balls really tasted as good as they did, she would consider it a recommendation for Su Chen.

This is also a way of repaying the other party for the SF Express nursing and massage.

Besides, I've almost finished my report, so I can just grab something to eat on my way home from get off work.

"Oh, this is great."

Upon hearing this, the police officers beamed with joy. Their instant noodles were saved, and they could even enjoy the delicious-smelling steamed buns and rice balls—it was a double blessing.

With a "ding," the microwave oven finished heating.

When Xiao Chen opened the microwave oven door, an even richer aroma wafted out.

Several police officers around him watched with anticipation as Xiao Chen took the heated food out of the microwave and cut it into several pieces.

"Everyone, please help yourselves to eat."

As Xiao Chen spoke, he shook his hand.

The freshly heated steamed buns were so hot that they burned her palms.

As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up a piece of cornbread and eagerly stuffed it into her mouth.

A sweet aroma quickly filled the air. Then, the rich, savory flavor of beef followed closely behind.

The next second, only one thought remained in Xiao Chen's mind—Damn, I agreed too early.

If she had known these cornbreads were so delicious, she would never have agreed to share them with these people so easily; she was now filled with deep regret.

Seeing this, the other officers also picked up their instant noodle forks, each forking a piece of steamed bun or rice ball and stuffing it into their mouths with a hint of eagerness.

Then their eyes widened, and an expression of amazement appeared on their faces simultaneously. This is a steamed corn bread?
Is this a rice ball?

How can it be so delicious?

Have I not hit my son for several days?

The officers' thoughts raced through their minds, eventually settling into heartfelt exclamations.

"This stuff tastes pretty good!"

“It’s really delicious!”

"My grandma wouldn't lie to me, would she? She said cornbread doesn't taste good."

The enticing aroma wafting in the air, along with the officers' unreserved exclamations, finally attracted the attention of more officers in the office.

Before long, several more police officers came over one after another.

"What are you guys secretly eating here? It smells so good!"

"Wow, I wasn't hungry at first, but the smell of this food has made me hungry."

"Is there any more? Give me some too."

"Who bought these? Why didn't they buy more?"

Everyone started chattering, and all eyes turned to the empty bag on the table.

A steamed bun and a rice ball, though not a small portion, are not enough to satisfy so many people sharing.

Everyone barely got a taste before it was all gone, leaving everyone wanting more.

The middle-aged police officer snapped out of his reverie, snapping out of his fantasy of beating his son, and eagerly asked Xiao Chen, "Xiao Chen, where did you buy these cornbreads? Are you still open tonight? I'm thinking of buying some for my son to try."

"It really tastes good, I want to buy some for my mom too."

Another unmarried police officer chimed in, then looked at Lao Meng and jokingly said, "Lao Meng, weren't you just complaining to us about your son's blond hair and saying bad things about him? Now you're suddenly thinking about buying him food? Is this the legendary deep fatherly love?"

"Hmph, what do you know?"

Officer Meng's expression darkened slightly. He used the methods of a veteran officer of ten years and said in a serious tone, "I was just thinking that I should let this kid have a taste first. If he agrees to dye his hair back to its normal color, I'll give him a good beating."

"If he doesn't agree, I'll eat it all in front of him, bite by bite, and then beat him up."

Upon hearing this, many police officers present turned their attention to him, looking at Lao Meng with eyes that seemed to say, "Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs."

After saying that, Lao Meng waved his hand and asked Xiao Chen his question again with an expectant look: "Xiao Chen, tell me quickly where you bought it?"

"Oh, actually you probably already know even if I don't tell you."

Xiao Chen smiled and kept everyone in suspense.

"I know? How would I know?"

The middle-aged police officer, Lao Meng, was taken aback and began racking his brains to search his memory.

"It's the announcement our bureau just released this afternoon."

Seeing that Lao Meng really couldn't guess, Xiao Chen gave him another clue.

"I know about that notice. It's about that pet food stall in the flower and bird market. What does it have to do with steamed buns..."

Officer Meng muttered to himself as he pondered the connection between the two.

As he spoke, his expression suddenly changed, as if he had suddenly realized something. He swallowed hard, and his voice trembled slightly as he said, "Xiao Chen, don't tell me you bought this cornbread from that dog food stall."

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(End of this chapter)