The other person nodded. "That was close. People who frequently hang around detectives really are different—even children can't be taken lightly. Luckily, they came on their own and weren't with that detective."
Through the food truck, the group watched the children chattering outside, their killing intent gradually rising.
"Hang in there. We're already very close to the target," said the tall man. "When I went shopping earlier, I spotted Jiang Xia's food truck from a distance. Then we'll set this truck on fire and send it crashing over—soon, we'll kill that bastard detective and avenge our big brother!"
"The food's ready."
Stylish woman smilingly served the prepared chicken rice to the three Elementary School Students, trying hard to keep smiling so that neither they nor the detective behind them would grow suspicious.
The moment the three children smelled the food, they immediately forgot what had been worrying them.
They swallowed and eagerly looked down. The lunch box was simply divided into two sections: neatly sliced chicken on one side, steaming rice on the other. The whole meal looked... plain in color and utterly unremarkable.
The three children became suspicious again. "This is chicken rice?"
"Yes." The woman brought over two bottles of sauce and set them on the table. "The chicken rice you usually eat is probably flavored with tomato sauce, right? But Singapore chicken rice is different—this kind of Singapore chicken rice uses rice cooked in chicken broth, paired with pre-steamed chicken, then topped with whatever sauce you like. Don't let its plain appearance fool you; it tastes excellent. It's one of Singapore's classic dishes."
The three children dubiously took a bite.
Then their eyes immediately lit up, and they no longer had any doubts. "It's delicious!"
The three adults exchanged glances and quietly breathed a sigh of