I make a living solving crimes.

At noon in autumn, the earth's face becomes increasingly plump, the warm sun shines gently, and life is filled with the melody of expectation and surprise.

At lunch time, Fan Tuaner, holding the two little ones on the left and right, skipped to the police station canteen.

The two children know very well the principle of being grateful for what one has received and being grateful for what one has received.

What's more, this sister/aunt is really pretty.

The small canteen was just about to open for dinner, and everyone was there. When they heard that it was the Chang family's, they crowded over to watch the fun.

Children who are raised in free-range areas are not shy. Chang Long suffered a loss once, so she is very sweet-mouthed now, calling "sister" "auntie" and "brother" "uncle" affectionately.

Chang Xiaoman was a little less courageous. He leaned against Chang Wei's legs, listened to him, put the peach cakes that Fan Tuan'er bought on the table, and said in a baby voice, "Grandpa, give me seven cakes!"

Calling the ancestor...

Old Wang and Old Zhang were so happy that they almost fainted.

"Look, you are an experienced cook. How can the little kid eat the food you made for lunch? Hurry up and add another dish."

"Do you blame me? Little Chang Wei, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Stop complaining. You can't talk to him. How about steaming an egg?"

"Steam another mandarin fish."

"Then you prepare the eggs first, and I'll kill the fish."

After the two old men finished discussing, neither of them looked at Chang Wei. Old Wang went to crack eggs, while Old Zhang swiped the water with three fingers and went outside with the largest mandarin fish.

There are always fish sent by Chang Wei in the big water tank in the small canteen. It is convenient to catch them whenever you want to eat them.

Chang Wei just watched the two old men busying themselves without helping.

Chang Xiaoman never wanted anyone to feed her when she ate. She would just stick close to Old Wang, chewing with big mouthfuls of food, with rice grains coated with eggs all over her face.

"Ancestor, your balls are fine."

Old Wang gently wiped her little face with a clean handkerchief.

Chang Long put a piece of fish into Old Man Zhang's bowl and smiled sweetly, "Grandpa Zhang, eating fish is smart, please eat more."

Old man Zhang didn't care about the flaws in the child's words, and his eyes were smiling so much that they became narrow gaps.

After dinner, the old man opened a can of oranges and the two little ones each had a big bowl full.

Old man Zhang washed the spoon he used to eat eggs over and over again.

Chang Long rolled his eyes and ran to the stove to take out two bowls.

"Grandpa Wang, Grandpa Zhang, we can't finish the food, you can eat too."

Chang Long knew at home that these two old men were the people his eldest brother Chang Wei respected the most.

She has such a keen eye!

Just as the two old men were about to refuse, they heard Chang Xiaoman looking up and calling out in a milky voice, "Grandfather, Grandfather, you are also seven."

The hearts of the two old men!

Chang Wei ignored the two little guys' antics. After dinner, he returned to the large office in the east wing of the Dragon Group and took out Chang Long's schoolbag.

It's so dirty that I can't bear to look at it.

First clean up the dirty straw paper, candy wrappers, and waste paper, and then smooth out the wrinkled corners of books and exercise books.

Jiang Hongxia walked over leisurely, picked up a newly sorted homework book, flipped through it, and coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention.

"Homework, a test for you guys."

Everyone laughed softly with disdain.

Everyone knows that Chang Long is only in the first grade of elementary school. How can he use him to test them?

"Fill in the blanks."

Everyone nodded casually, not caring at all.

"The first question is thirty, fill in the blank at the end. The second question is forty, fill in the blank at the end."

Ji Xiaowang answered quickly, "It's simple. At thirty, one is independent, and at forty, one is free from doubts."

Wu Jimao was not convinced and kept mumbling, "I have never heard of what you said about whether to care or not, whether to live or not. I only know that people are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty."

Jiang Hongxia stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Chang Wei was startled, dropped the book in his hand, and quickly snatched the homework book.

In the first grade of primary school, whether it is "Thirty is independent" or "Thirty is like a wolf", it is beyond the syllabus.

As a result, the following were written crookedly on the notebook: 30 ( ), 40 ( ).

Chang Wei closed the notebook, and there were two big words on it: Mathematics.

When he looked up again, Jiang Hongxia had come to her senses. She swung her short stick, chased Wu Jimao and ran out of the office.

"Like a wolf, right? Like a tiger, right?"

"I'm not wrong. That's what everyone in our county says."

"You've read so much that it's like a dog's stomach."

“No one taught me this when I was in school.”

"In this crappy class, no one has sexual intentions, but there is one person who has murderous intentions..."

Really, Wu Jimao didn't deserve to be beaten.

The rest of the people were clapping and cheering, even Fan Tuaner was covering his mouth and laughing.

She had been in the investigation department for a long time, and most of the people around her were middle-aged, so she was used to putting on a cold face.

When we arrived at the Dragon Group, everyone here was young. When there was something to do, we worked together, and when there was nothing to do, we played together.

It turns out that young people should be with young people.

Chang Wei watched the excitement for a while, and when he saw Wu Jimao's defeat, he returned to the office with satisfaction and packed Chang Long's schoolbag.

He is going home early this afternoon.

Because tomorrow is Sunday, he will take his family back to Changping and move the house this afternoon.

When I arrived at the canteen, before I even entered, I met Zhu Feihong and Xie Sanfu.

Both of them had large and small bags of cakes and candies in their hands.

This is probably the sixth or seventh wave.

"Aunt, uncle." Chang Wei greeted and frowned, "Why are you wasting this money?"

"What do you mean by waste? Didn't you eat it?" Zhu Feihong glared at him in reproach and continued, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You made me and your uncle Xie so busy and anxious."

"You two little brats, you don't have that much nerve."

"Nonsense, Xiao Man called me aunt grandma."

Xie Sanfu said leisurely beside him: "He still calls me grandpa."

After saying that, the two ignored Chang Wei and went into the house carrying their things.

In the small cafeteria, two little men were each holding an old man and telling the story of Swan Lake with a smile on their faces.

In the corner, cakes, candies, fruits, and milk powder have been piled up into a small mountain.

Not to mention the worldly talk of currying favor with Chang Wei, just talking about human feelings, everyone in the police station remembers his kindness.

In several major operations, no matter how many people Chang Wei mobilized, Gulou Branch was never absent.

The second-class and third-class collective merits have been won several times, which are enough for the front-line criminal investigation, public security, and economic police to be promoted one or two levels.

Not to mention the few close ones, who all had personal merits, and were promoted from clerk to deputy section chief, and from deputy section chief to full section chief.

The logistics staff who couldn't go to the front line also benefited.

The police station canteen hasn't collected any food coupons for two months, but still serves rice and flour every day.

Divided the house...

Welfare was distributed...

The factory under the subdistrict office gave the police station an additional five employment quotas...

These are all real benefits.

Everyone remembers this affection.

Unfortunately, Chang Wei has everything he needs and can’t pay it back even if he wants to.

Only on his birthday, everyone gave him some cigarettes, except for a few leaders, and Chang Wei only accepted one pack.

Isn't today an opportunity?

I bought this for my child. I advise you not to meddle in it!