Roadside Check
At Regiment Commander Qian's invitation, Director Li had dinner at the military camp with his son. Several instructors from the Security Bureau joined them as well.
Thanks to Li Bai, all three parties had something in common to talk about, so getting together for a meal was just right.
There were no rare delicacies on the table, just hearty, home-style dishes cooked in a big pot.
Even the Kitchen Squad's small stove had a huge pot. The big ladle alone was nearly the size of the little milk pot in an ordinary household, big enough to boil instant noodles right over a fire.
With a single scoop, you could toss up two or three pounds of food. It took a ladle that size, swishing back and forth in a pot practically as big as a bathtub, to fill the bellies of so many soldiers.
Old Li felt quite nostalgic about the food and ate with gusto.
Back then, he'd wielded a ladle just like that to prepare tasty meals for the soldiers of the Special Operations Unit. The dishes on the table before him weren't quite the same as the ones he'd made, but the taste of food cooked in a big military mess hall was still familiar.
It was rare to eat in a military camp cafeteria again, and the meal whetted Director Li's appetite. He loved this kind of food; it was completely different from what he got at home.
By the time they'd eaten and drunk their fill, night had fallen.
Li Bai was driving, while Old Li, in the passenger seat, reeked of alcohol.
Don't drink and drive, and don't drive after drinking. Traffic police were especially strict during the Spring Festival, so veteran driver Li Bai hadn't touched a drop.
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