"Let's take a break. I heard there's a Cantonese chef today, we can go and order some dishes first." After examining a round of evidence, Jiang Yuan invited his Cold Case Squad colleagues to dinner.
Investigating a cold case overseas, without the superiors constantly rushing them, was relatively comfortable. It wasn't like handling a current case where every second counted, allowing the participating detectives to live a more normal life.
A group of people noisily arrived at the restaurant, and saw several chefs behind transparent glass, cooking dishes with bright flames and stoves.
The familiar aroma instantly ignited everyone's taste buds.
"You know, it's only been a few days since we've been abroad, and I'm already craving Chinese food." Mu Zhiyang waved his hand in front of his nose a couple of times, the expression and fat on his cheeks seemed to have changed from South American beef to Australian beef, becoming more expressive.
