As noon approached, Chen Feng directed the chef to prepare a table full of dishes that Yin Feng used to enjoy.

Today, Yin Feng’s heart was immersed in complete satisfaction as he sat smiling at the side. Under him was an old wooden stool he’d discovered in You Mingxu’s bedroom. He felt certain this stool had accompanied You Mingxu throughout her childhood, and he couldn’t bear to part with it, carrying it wherever he went.

When the dishes were nearly all served, he glanced at the clock and asked, “Why hasn’t Mingxu returned yet?”

Chen Feng replied, “She doesn’t come back for lunch, she eats at work.” Seeing Yin Feng’s silence, he quickly added, “People who work like her have such short lunch breaks, they can’t come home to eat.”

Yin Feng stroked the stool’s leather, worn smooth with age. Head slightly bowed, he asked, “Then what does she eat for lunch?”

Chen Feng thought for a moment before answering, “Probably at the cafeteria—the police station has one. You’ve eaten there before when doing research. You came back complaining it had ruined your writing mood.”

Yin Feng remained silent for a while, his finger drawing two circles on the stool, then said, “But I’m different from that person now. What he found unpalatable, maybe he just had bad taste, and I might find it delicious now. Look at the clothes he used to wear.”

Chen Feng calmly said, “I still have the access card they gave us last time. You can enter any of the precinct buildings freely.”

Yin Feng looked up, smiling: “Little Feng, you’re too useful. This whole table of food is your reward to eat.”

Chen Feng’s lips twitched: “Thank you, Teacher Yin.”

As soon as the lunch break began, police officers streamed into the cafeteria in groups, while some went out to eat. Today, You Mingxu felt lazy about going out and walked into the bustling cafeteria with Xu Mengshan, Fan Jia, and others.

For some reason, You Mingxu was in a good mood today with a healthy appetite, so she went to the counter to buy a personal hot pot. This counted as a “feast” in the cafeteria. Xu Mengshan and Fan Jia, carrying their own meals, commented. Fan Jia said, “Wow, Sister You have quite an appetite today, I want some too.” Xu Mengshan added, “Me too. Spent all of last month’s salary, can’t afford hot pot.”

You Mingxu barely lifted her eyelids, telling the serving auntie, “Add half a jin of lamb, thanks.”

Fan Jia: “Boss is boss indeed.”

Xu Mengshan: “Excited!”

The three chatted and laughed as they carried their trays to an empty table. You Mingxu put the hot pot in the middle, and they ate while talking.

Shortly after, people at the adjacent table left, which they paid no attention to.

Almost seconds later, someone rushed over with a tray and sat down abruptly. The sudden movement made all three look up.

Then they all froze.

A man wearing a green Astro Boy T-shirt, matching green pants, and white sneakers, his face slightly flushed, head slightly bowed, picked up his chopsticks. Seeming to sense their surprised looks, he slowly raised his head, completely ignoring the other two and fixing his gaze on You Mingxu’s face. Seeing her lack of smile, Yin Feng’s heart skipped a beat, and he nervously lowered his head again.

Xu Mengshan glanced at You Mingxu, showed an amused smile, and lowered his head to continue eating lamb.

Fan Jia also blinked repeatedly, holding back laughter, looked at the seemingly petrified You Mingxu once more, then continued chatting with Xu Mengshan about other things.

Nevertheless, both had their ears perked up, waiting to hear about the love-hate entanglement between You Mingxu and this amnesiac famous writer.

You Mingxu put down her chopsticks, walked to his table, sat across from him, and asked in a lowered voice, “Why did you come here?”

Yin Feng said, “Chen Feng told me I used to criticize your cafeteria food. I think my former self was always unreliable, so I wanted to try it myself.” His gaze wandered rather obviously.

You Mingxu paused momentarily, then said, “Yin Feng, this is my workplace, not home, and not a playground. You can’t follow me around while I’m working.”

Yin Feng poked at his plate with his chopsticks, head down, falling silent again.

You Mingxu really hated when he acted like this—it made it impossible for her to unleash her explosive temper.

Meanwhile, Xu and Fan could hear everything clearly and were still snickering. You Mingxu shot them a cold glare, then remembered Yin Feng lying in the hallway last night, looking up at her. She sighed inwardly and simply moved her hot pot between herself and Yin Feng.

Xu and Fan’s chopsticks met empty air as they started calling out, “Hey, hey, hey…”

You Mingxu ignored them and continued eating. Seeing Yin Feng still hanging his head motionless, she said flatly, “Didn’t you want to taste it? Eat up.”

Yin Feng looked up, studying her expression: “Okay!”

After eating silently for a while, You Mingxu asked, “So do you find it tasty or not?”

Yin Feng hesitated before answering, “It’s acceptable. I can eat it.”

You Mingxu finally smiled, saying methodically, “Whether it’s good or bad, you need to finish it, understand? We should respect food. We police officers often go on missions where we can’t even get this kind of food. It’s easy to go from frugal to luxurious, but hard to go from luxurious to frugal.”

He nodded vigorously and buried himself in eating large mouthfuls.

You Mingxu thought: Why am I lecturing him like this? Am I acting like his mother? Damn.

Soon after, two tall police officers came over, smiling somewhat sheepishly, greeting You Mingxu: “Sister You.” “Sister You.”

You Mingxu: “Mm.”

It wasn’t that You Mingxu was older than them—her fierce reputation was so widespread that “Sister You” had become like a nickname, sometimes even slipping from the Bureau Chief’s mouth. One officer asked, “Is this Writer Yin? I’m his devoted fan!” The other said, “Me too!”

News of Yin Feng’s incident had spread throughout the police department to varying degrees.

You Mingxu remained noncommittal. Yin Feng glanced at them and continued eating.

One officer couldn’t contain his excitement: “It is! You look exactly like your online photos. Writer Yin, could… could you give me an autograph?”

“I’d like one too, if possible, Writer Yin?”

They pulled out their case notebooks and offered their pens.

Yin Feng showed no particular expression, either from being used to such situations out of habit or perhaps not really understanding what they were saying. He just looked at them again, then at You Mingxu, seemingly waiting for parental approval.

You Mingxu suddenly found this situation quite novel.

So she gave a casual nod.

Yin Feng put down his chopsticks, took the notebook, and as he gripped the pen, he noticeably paused for a moment before writing swiftly and decisively. The character “Yin Feng” sprang to life on the paper.

Although You Mingxu’s handwriting was poor, she could see that his signature was powerful and bold, both wild and dominating and very beautiful.

After signing both, he returned everything and continued eating. The two officers looked at the signatures, then at him, overjoyed. One carefully asked, “Writer Yin, could we… take a photo with you?”

This time, without needing to consult You Mingxu, Yin Feng’s brows slightly furrowed.

You Mingxu spoke up: “Enough, let him eat. Not satisfied with just autographs? Get lost.”

The two chuckled, unwilling to push further, thanked them several more times, and left.