I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

The Municipal Public Security Bureau's canteen is in the backyard.

As soon as you enter, a wave of heat hits you.

It's not the tense heat you feel outside.

It's the aroma of rice, stew, soup, and freshly baked steamed buns all mixed together.

Chen Doudou's eyes lit up first.

"Wow!"

He sniffed, and his whole body perked up.

"Mom! It smells so good here!"

Lin Jia grabbed the back of his collar.

"Slow down, don't act like you've never eaten."

Chen Doudou turned around very seriously.

"I've eaten before, but I've never eaten a policeman's meal."

Zhao Lei also looked inside.

Inside the cafeteria window, several chefs in white uniforms were busy at work.

The large pot of stew was steaming hot.

Braised beef brisket, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, winter melon and pork rib soup, and plates of freshly steamed buns.

Seeing this, He Chuan finally relaxed completely.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what follows is the most heartwarming part of today's police station career experience."

"Dining experience at the police station cafeteria".

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

at last.

Finally, there's a process that won't get you arrested.

Just eating.

Surely nothing else will happen?

Zhao Lei immediately put his hands together in prayer.

"Teacher He, please don't say that."

He Chuan was taken aback.

"Which sentence?"

Zhao Lei looked solemn.

"Every time you say something is cozy, safe, and won't happen, something bad always happens afterward."

Bai Sisi nodded.

"I've noticed that too."

He Chuan: "..."

He quietly lowered the microphone a little.

"Then I won't say anything."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Hahaha, Teacher He has been punished by the show's mysterious methods."

"The biggest promise of this show: We're finally safe."

"The police station cafeteria should be safe, right? It's unlikely that Shen Ling'er could uncover a case just by eating a meal, right?"

"Don't set any flags ahead!"

"Now, whenever I see Shen Ling'er near any place, I feel like that place is going to get promoted."

The camera pans across.

Shen Ling'er was being led by Yang Mi, her face calm.

But as soon as she entered the cafeteria, her eyes visibly lit up.

She didn't yell like Chen Doudou.

Its little nose twitched slightly.

Then, she looked up at Yang Mi.

"daughter."

"Um?"

"The pork rib soup was simmered for two and a half hours."

Yang Mi was taken aback.

How did you know?

Shen Ling'er looked at the soup pot.

"The aroma is coming out, but the bones haven't fallen apart."

"The edges of the winter melon are translucent, while the middle is white."

"The heat is just right."

Yang Mi: "..."

The chef next to him, who was holding a soup ladle, paused and turned to look over.

"Little kid, you know about this?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"I know a little."

He Chuan's heart skipped a beat again.

I know a little bit.

This word is now considered a high-risk term within the production team.

Qin Zheng just followed them in.

Upon hearing those three words, he paused in his tracks.

Director Zhou glanced at him.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Zheng calmly replied, "A conditioned reflex."

Director Zhou: "..."

The screen was instantly flooded with comments.

"Hahaha, even Captain Qin is traumatized by 'Know a Little'."

"Shen Ling'er said that understanding a little bit is equivalent to being a master."

"If you understand a little bit of the previous sentence, you're a cloud hunter; if you know a little bit about the sentence before that, you're a race car driver."

"The cafeteria chef is in danger!"

The head chef, on the other hand, was quite happy.

He had worked in the police station canteen for nearly twenty years and was used to seeing police officers eating in a flurry of activity.

Suddenly, this little girl appeared and immediately told him how long the soup should simmer, which piqued his interest.

"Little friend, smell it now, how's the braised beef brisket today?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at the window.

The beef brisket is served in a large iron pan, the broth is bright red, and the potatoes are stewed until soft and tender.

She tiptoed.

Yang Mi picked her up a little.

Shen Ling'er leaned closer and took a sniff.

Then he frowned.

The master chef's smile froze for a moment.

"What? Is it bad?"

Shen Ling'er was very serious.

"It's not bad."

The head chef breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Ling'er added another sentence.

"But the ginger was added too early."

Head Chef: "..."

Zhao Lei almost choked on his food while standing next to him.

"She can even tell from the smell when the ginger was added?"

"Isn't Shenfei supposed to be someone who can't cook, but only knows how to dismantle kitchens?"

"How come Ling'er is so familiar with cooking steps!"

Ling'er: Not being able to cook doesn't mean you can't appreciate food.

"...I've only ever heard of appreciating flowers and the moon, how come there's also being rewarded with food?"

The head chef disagreed.

"Little friend, if you don't add the ginger earlier, how will you get rid of the fishy smell?"

Shen Ling'er hugged her little arms.

"The beef brisket wasn't blanched thoroughly."

"You were worried about the fishy smell not being masked, so you added the ginger earlier."

"But if you add the ginger too early, the aftertaste will be a bit bitter."

She pointed to the soup on the edge of the plate.

"You also added a little bit of sugar."

"I want to suppress the bitterness."

The cafeteria window fell silent instantly.

The head chef held the soup ladle, his pupils slightly dilated.

After a long pause, he finally managed to utter a sentence.

"You...you installed surveillance cameras in the kitchen?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"My dad won't let me pretend."

Head Chef: "..."

Yang Mi: "..."

He Chuan: "..."

Zhao Lei covered his face.

"She actually answered seriously."

Bai Sisi laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

The live chat exploded with comments.

"Hahaha, my dad won't let me pretend!"

"Does that mean if Shen Fei gives in, she'll really pretend?"

Shen Ling'er: I'm just following the family rules.

"The head chef is numb."

"This kid even knows how to control the heat when cooking?"

"How exactly did Shen Fei teach him? It wasn't a skill tree, it was an encyclopedia!"

Ling'er: My dad can't cook, so I taught myself this skill!

The master chef still refused to believe in superstitions.

He immediately picked up a piece of beef brisket from the side and put it in a small dish.

"Little friend, you should try it."

Yang Mi was about to say no.

Shen Ling'er had already taken the chopsticks.

She picked up a piece of beef brisket, blew on it, and took a small bite.

I chewed it twice.

She nodded.

"The stewed meat is alright."

The head chef breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Ling'er continued, "It's just that the knife wasn't cutting smoothly."

Master Chef: "?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the cross-section of the beef brisket.

"The tendon wasn't cut along the grain."

"So it's a bit tough."

"Your right wrist felt uncomfortable when you were chopping vegetables today."

The head chef's expression changed.

"You knew that too?"

Shen Ling'er looked at his right hand.

"You have a plaster on your tiger's mouth."

"The knife cut was uneven, and the size of the meat pieces varied by two millimeters."

The master chef looked down.

There was indeed a small piece of transparent plaster stuck to the web of my right hand.

He twisted his ankle while chopping vegetables this morning, but thinking it wouldn't cause any problems, he didn't think much of it.

But the meat pieces differ in size by two millimeters?

Does this child weigh meat with his eyes?

Several canteen staff members gathered around.

An older woman laughed and said, "Old Li, I told you long ago that you didn't cut it evenly today, but you wouldn't admit it."

The head chef's face turned a little red.

"I was in a hurry!"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

Even if you're in a hurry, you can't mistreat the meat.

Head Chef: "..."

The whole audience burst into laughter.

Zhao Lei laughed so hard he slapped the table.

"Bullying the meat! Hahahaha!"

Chen Doudou held the plate, her face serious.

"Ling'er, does your flesh hurt?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"It won't hurt."

Chen Doudou breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Ling'er added insult to injury with a nonchalant tone.

"But if you eat too much, your stomach will hurt."

Chen Doudou looked down at the two pieces of beef brisket on her plate and silently put one back.

Lin Jia was so moved she almost clapped.

"Ling'er, say a few more words."

The live chat erupted in laughter again.

"Shen Ling'er's weight loss class has started."

"A five-year-old child critiqued the head chef's knife skills in the cafeteria."

"What the heck is 'bullying meat'? It's so cute!"

"She's not eating, she's inspecting the food."

Director Zhou, sitting beside him with his tray, also chuckled as he listened.

"Did your dad ever tell you what police officers should eat on a regular basis?"

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"I did say that."

Director Zhou was taken aback.

He had only asked casually, but he didn't expect it to actually exist.

Shen Ling'er pointed to Director Zhou's plate.

"Please eat less spicy food."

Director Zhou: "..."

The surrounding police officers immediately perked up their ears.

Shen Ling'er continued, "Your tongue coating is yellow, and your eyes are a little red."

"I haven't been sleeping well lately, and I've been drinking strong tea."

"If I eat spicy food again, my stomach will burn this afternoon."

Director Zhou's hand, holding the chopsticks, froze in mid-air.

There was a large spoonful of spicy chicken on his plate.

Qin Zheng lowered his head and coughed.

Director Zhou looked at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Qin Zheng was very serious.

"I didn't laugh."

The young police officer next to him couldn't hold back and whispered, "Director Zhou, Ling'er is quite right. Your stomach has indeed been upset these past two days."

Director Zhou glared at him.

The young police officer immediately started eating.

Director Zhou silently pushed the spicy chicken to the side.

"Okay, I'll eat less."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"He who listens to advice will live longer."

Director Zhou: "..."

Yang Mi immediately patted her daughter's little hand gently.

"Ling'er".

Shen Ling'er blinked.

"Mother, I was praising him."

Yang Mi was helpless.

"That's a bit too much praise."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Listen to advice and you'll live longer, hahaha."

Director Zhou: Thank you.

"Shen Ling'er, the health and wellness expert, is online."

"She can get a medical check-up for the bureau chief just by having a meal."

"Did Shenyang Aircraft Corporation actually teach nutrition?"

"Don't ask, it's what my dad taught me."

Director Zhou wasn't angry at all; instead, he laughed heartily.

He looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Then what do you think Captain Qin should eat?"

Qin Zhenggang picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

The movement stopped.

He looked up at Director Zhou.

Director Zhou pretended not to see it.

The group of police officers in the canteen fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked at Qin Zheng.

Qin Zhengping is usually calm, serious, and doesn't talk much.

The young police officers in the team were all afraid of him.

Now that we have the chance to see Team Leader Qin being critiqued by a five-year-old, everyone's eyes lit up.

Shen Ling'er did indeed glance at Qin Zheng for two seconds.

Qin Zheng said calmly, "I'm in good health."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

Qin Zheng was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Shen Ling'er said, "It's just that I have a lot of liver fire."

Qin Zheng: "..."

Shen Ling'er continued, "You've been staying up late a lot lately."

"I drink coffee in the morning and tea in the afternoon."

"He also reviews case files at night."

You may not say you're in a hurry, but you're actually anxious.

The cafeteria fell silent for a moment.

Qin Zheng's expression remained unchanged.

But his hand holding the chopsticks paused almost imperceptibly.

Director Zhou also stopped laughing.

That's an understatement.

But it is indeed accurate.

Qin Zheng has barely slept properly lately because of the cases involving the half-open door and the person who locked the door.

Yang Mi also looked at Qin Zheng, her expression showing more worry.

Shen Ling'er simply picked up a little bit of the greens from her plate and placed it next to Qin Zheng's plate.

"Eat something green."

Qin Zheng looked at the few green vegetables.

After a long pause, he whispered, "Thank you."

Shen Ling'er waved her hand.

"Don't thank me."

"If you fall, the bad guys will laugh."

Qin Zheng remained silent for a few seconds.

Then I ate the vegetables.

Several police officers in the canteen were about to laugh.

But seeing Qin Zheng actually eat it, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

The comments section softened slightly as well.

"Ling'er has a sharp tongue, but a soft heart."

"She wasn't just saying it casually; she was genuinely reminding Captain Qin to take a break."

"Shen Fei didn't teach her how to show off her skills, he taught her how to take care of people."

"No matter how overpowered the skills are, it's these kinds of details that really touch people's hearts."

"The mystery dad really raised his child in a very special way."

Yang Mi looked down at her daughter.

She felt she was increasingly able to understand why Shen Fei taught Ling'er so many things.

It's not about making her amaze others.

It wasn't to make her stand out.

Rather, it's because Shen Fei seemed to have known all along that the world wasn't always safe.

He taught his daughter everything he could.

It allows her to understand people's hearts.

They could recognize the danger.

It can also gently remind someone when they can't hold on any longer.

Even the way they remind you always has a slightly annoying quality to it.

Thinking of this, Yang Mi suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

She lowered her head and asked, "Ling'er."

Shen Ling'er was diligently munching on a small steamed bun.

"Um?"

"Did your father teach you all this?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

Why does he even teach you how to eat?

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"My dad said that the first thing to do in life is to eat."

"If you can't even eat properly, don't talk about fate."

Yang Mi was stunned.

He Chuan, who was standing next to him, was also taken aback.

Zhao Lei slowly put down his chopsticks.

"This saying sounds corny at first, but upon reflection, it's quite profound?"

Bai Sisi said softly, "Because it's true."

Director Zhou nodded.

That's absolutely true.

Qin Zheng also looked at Shen Ling'er.

His gaze softened somewhat.

The image of Shen Fei in their minds is becoming increasingly strange.

He's like a reclusive master.

Like an eccentric character from the martial arts world.

Like an all-around teacher.

He was like any other ordinary, earnest, and worried father about his daughter.

He taught his daughter how to pick locks.

They were afraid she would get trapped.

He taught his daughter medicine.

He was afraid she couldn't save him.

He taught his daughter the "Cloud-Piercing Hand" technique.

It's because I'm afraid she'll be stolen from.

Teaching my daughter to drive.

They were afraid she wouldn't be able to escape.

Now they even teach us how to eat.

It's because I'm afraid she won't know how to live a good life.

The live stream chat started flooded with comments.

"I was suddenly struck by Shen Fei's words."

"He wasn't showing off his skills; he genuinely disassembled the world to teach his daughter."

"That's why Ling'er is so strong and so protective of others."

"Shenyang Aircraft Corporation hasn't shown up, but I already think he's the strongest dad."

"Don't ask, it's what my dad taught me."

"These words suddenly make me feel so safe."

Halfway through the meal, Old Li, the head chef of the cafeteria, still wouldn't give up.

He brought over a small dish of cucumber salad.

"Little friend, try this one too."

Yang Mi couldn't help but laugh.

"Master, are you at odds with her?"

Old Li scratched his head.

"No, I just wanted to hear what she had to say."

Shen Ling'er looked at the plate of cucumbers.

"I won't try it for nothing."

Old Li was taken aback.

"What do you want?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the window.

"Give me another chicken leg."

Yang Mi immediately lowered his head.

"Ling'er, you've already eaten one."

Shen Ling'er said earnestly, "This is my job."

Yang Mi: "..."

Zhao Lei applauded on the spot.

"This kid is such a good negotiator!"

Old Li was also amused.

"Okay, here's a small one for you."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"make a deal."