Wiping his mouth with his hand, the old man's eyes were resolute. Yes, this was the taste!
Then, the old man strode into the Police Station.
The moment he entered, the old man said to the officers:
"Officer, you need to investigate a fried rice noodle stall downstairs from my residential complex."
The officer asked in confusion, "Sir, what is there to investigate about a fried rice noodle stall?"
"That stall's fried rice noodles are just too delicious."
The officer laughed at that.
He had heard of food being so delicious it blew people away or made them cry, but this was the first time he had seen food delicious enough to make someone call the police.
Was this old man here to be funny?
The officer patiently said to him:
"Sir, isn't it a good thing if it tastes good? Why are you reporting it to the police?"
The officer also suspected that the old man might be a competitor of that fried rice noodle stall who could not beat it fairly and had come to play dirty.
It was not impossible.
The old man continued, "Ever since I ate that stall's fried rice noodles, I haven't been able to stop myself from wanting them for all three meals a day. I've eaten them for four or five days straight, and I still haven't gotten sick of them!"
"Officer, I've lived most of my life, but no food has ever made me this addicted! I seriously suspect that their fried rice noodles must contain something illegal!"
The old man sounded utterly serious, and the officer's smile faded as well.
At that moment, another officer walked over.
"There have been similar cases in other provinces. Some vendors added poppy powder to liangpi, making customers addicted and wanting more after eating