Wang Xianbing gripped his flashlight tightly. 'Just as I thought,' he mused.
He continued his patrol, his gaze fixed forward, his mind already devising all sorts of ways to get involved.
'For someone in a position of ambition, the real fear isn't making mistakes. It's being so mediocre and unremarkable that your superiors don't even know who you are!'
By the time Chu Shenyu got home, Zhu Yun had already taken a nap. She had timed it perfectly to get up and make him some hand-pulled noodles. She simply stir-fried some green radish to flavor the wok, then added a fried egg, a spoonful of soybean and pork sauce, and a sprinkle of cilantro. The steaming bowl was enough to soothe all worries.
"Mmm, it's been a while since I've had your cooking," he couldn't help but sigh contentedly.
These days, every household ate at the canteens. Officially, home kitchens weren't supposed to have iron woks, iron ladles, or grain, so they had to do all their cooking in secret.
