When the call from Wang Feng came in, Shen Xin was having breakfast with Pan Wenhai.
They were eating marinated rice noodles, a Lianjiang specialty, from a time-honored shop just to the left of their police station.
"The secret is in the old sauce," Pan Wenhai explained as he ate. "Every family has its own recipe. I've been to Lianjiang many times, but this is the one place I can never forget."
Shen Xin took a bite. It was indeed delicious.
The rice noodles were smooth and tender, and the pork was fragrant, rich, and soft. He quickly called for He Jinglin and the others to come eat with them.
He had just bought it; it would be a shame to let it get cold.
The two of them were eating at the entrance to the garage.
He Jinglin and his team were busy inside. Hearing the call, they quickly waved their hands and said there was no rush, telling Shen Xin to eat first.
