A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

The police station has money, but the town's supply and marketing cooperative doesn't sell MSG at all; if you want to buy it, you have to go to the county town.

Now that Joanne is in charge, these problems are no longer problems.

MSG, oyster sauce, cooking wine, broad bean paste, soybean paste—she has plenty of these in her online space.

Today was my first time cooking, and Qiao An made steamed buns for everyone. Luckily, there were fresh shiitake mushrooms in the garden.

Kneading the dough, letting it rest, and proofing the dough.

Mince the shiitake mushrooms and pork, add cooking wine, thirteen-spice powder, light soy sauce, oyster sauce, salt, and chicken bouillon, then crack in two raw eggs.

Joan swung her arm and started stirring the filling, finally drizzling some sesame oil on top.

Just by smelling this, you know these steamed buns are going to be good today.

Wrap the buns and steam them in two separate pots.

Qiao An made five large plates of smashed cucumber and five plates of tomatoes with sugar.

Yesterday, after a long day of traffic control, I walked painfully towards the cafeteria at lunchtime.

The aftershocks of that scene still linger.

For some reason, they developed a slight fear of the cafeteria.

But when they pushed open the door and walked into the cafeteria, they smelled the aroma rising in the air.

Stomach ache and diarrhea were all forgotten.

Two cold dishes were neatly arranged on the five tables.

The aroma was coming from the kitchen.

"Qiao An, what are we having for dinner today?" He Hua asked.

"Director He, I got a batch of shiitake mushrooms today. Let's have shiitake mushroom and pork buns for lunch."

As she spoke, Qiao An removed the lid, revealing the buns inside.

Each bun is the size of a fist, plump and white with eighteen pleats.

He Hua couldn't help but lick his lips. "Give me two."

"Okay."

Qiao An put two steamed buns into He Hua's lunchbox.

He Hua sat down and eagerly took a bite of the steamed bun.

I was immediately captivated by the fragrance.

It turns out that Qin Feng had made steamed buns before, but her buns were worlds apart from Qiao An's; they were simply incomparable.

"It smells so good! I've never had such delicious steamed buns before!"

"How was this filling made? I can't seem to get this flavor."

Seeing that He Hua finished a steamed bun in just a few bites, the police officers next to him didn't care about anything else and quickly went to the kitchen window to get more steamed buns.

Soon after, everyone in the police station was sitting in the canteen, wolfing down their food.

"There are plenty of steamed buns; everyone can help themselves after they've finished eating."

Qiao An sat down next to He Hua and said with a smile.

"Qiao An, you couldn't have learned your cooking skills from that Taoist priest in the mountains, could you?"

Jiang Yushun asked jokingly.

"No, that's not true. I guess cooking is just something I was born with. I enjoy researching food, especially after having children, I pay even more attention to it."

"That's true, once we women become mothers, we become very attentive to everything, don't we?"

There were only two women in the entire police station: He Hua and Qiao An.

He Hua expressed his understanding.

Because of her words, the topic of cooking was diverted.

In the afternoon, Qiao An finished cleaning up the kitchen and finished work early.

The biggest advantage of being a permanent employee is that you can leave work in the afternoon if you have nothing to do, instead of having to wait until 4:30.

Seeing that it was still early, Qiao An went to the black market to set up her stall as usual.

Today she had a few more items on her stall.

Her business has always been the best in the black market, and everyone envies and is jealous of her, but no one can do anything about Joan.

Because the things she sells are things that nobody else can get their hands on.

Joan's stall is unique in the black market, with its scorpion-shaped poop being the only one of its kind.

Today's income is 28.2 yuan.

Joan put away the money and prepared to leave.

As soon as I stood up, I saw Huo Jiyu.

The reason we knew it was him is because this idiot didn't cover his face.

Huo Jiyu was clearly visiting the black market for the first time, wandering around like a headless fly, asking who was selling bicycles.

The black market has its own rules, especially when selling large items like these; it's mostly regular customers or recommendations from regular customers.

If he keeps asking like that, no one will pay attention to him until next month.

But as for selling bicycles, Qiao Anxing...

She has two cars in her space. She sold one to Geng Qiusheng, and she's worried about finding a buyer for the other one.

I originally wanted to ask Geng Qiusheng for help, but if I did that, the price definitely wouldn't go up.

But if it's sold to the Huo family, wouldn't she get to decide the price?

Qiao An coughed twice, and when Huo Jiyu walked to her side, Qiao An called out to him.

"Comrade, do you want a bicycle?" Joan's voice was low and a little hoarse.

She was covered up completely, and only her eyes could be barely seen.

Huo Jiyu immediately perked up upon hearing this. He had been asking for a long time, and the people either shook their heads or looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Yes, I want to buy a bicycle, but I don't have a ticket."

Qiao pretended to be in a dilemma, "It will be more expensive without a ticket."

"I know, just give me a specific number."

"two hundred."

"Taking away the young master??" Huo Jiyu exclaimed in surprise, then quickly covered her mouth.

"This is way too expensive!"

Qiao An remained silent and slowly retreated.

Huo Jiyu felt that his reaction might make the other party think that he couldn't afford it, so he quickly explained.

"Boss, I have the money ready, but could you give me a discount? It only costs 130 in the store."

Qiao An said calmly, "Two hundred and one."

"Hey! Why...why are you raising prices again?" Huo Jiyu exclaimed anxiously.

He only had 230 yuan in his pocket, which was almost all the money his family had.

"Hmph, even if you have three hundred by the New Year, you won't be able to buy a bicycle on the black market," Qiao An said coldly.

"Boss, boss, let's talk this out!"

"Just consider it making friends, how about 190?"

Huo Jiyu wanted to negotiate a lower price so he could keep the rest of the car purchase money for himself.

"Two hundred and twenty."

"Are you crazy!" Huo Jiyu raised his eyebrows and stared at Qiao An incredulously.

Their conversation quickly attracted the attention of those nearby.

One of the middlemen, hearing that Qiao An had a bicycle, also came over.

"You have a bicycle? What brand is it? Is it brand new?"

"Flying Pigeon, brand new."

"Oh, then give it to me, I'll take it for two hundred and twenty," the man said with a smile.

Huo Jiyu instantly lost her temper and shoved the man away.

"Don't you understand the first-come, first-served rule? I asked about the bicycle first."

"Kid, can you even speak human language? This is the black market, not your own private space. If you have money, buy; if not, get lost. Don't pretend to be an idiot." The middleman wasn't afraid of him.

Huo Jiyu gripped his pocket tightly.

A bicycle must be bought so that Wang Shuyun can keep an eye on Qiao An.

Yesterday, he and Wang Shuyun calculated that as long as Qiao An was kicked out of the house, Huo Jiyun would send back thirty yuan every month, ten yuan to his parents, five yuan to his eldest son's family (who are small), and the remaining fifteen yuan would be theirs.

That's 180 a year, a sure-fire way to make a profit.

Besides, my parents paid for the bicycle anyway, so it wasn't their money.

Huo Jiyu gritted his teeth, "Two hundred and twenty, I'll buy it!"

Joanne shook her head. "Two hundred and thirty now."

"You fucking..."

Huo Jiyu was about to curse, but he swallowed the rest of his words.

He only has 230 yuan. If the person opposite him raises the price again later, he really won't be able to afford it.

"Two hundred and thirty it is! Take me to get my car!"

Huo Jiyu was panting as he spoke.

He glared at Qiao An, thinking, "That bitch is really fucking despicable!"

Once I get the car, I'll definitely teach her a lesson!