The police were still speaking when they turned around, finally realizing who had caught them.
Then the voice abruptly stopped.
"You, Second Young Master Ou?" the police stammered, their eyes wide.
Yes, not all the police necessarily knew the elites of the Capital City.
But Second Young Master Ou was a frequent visitor to the police, and frankly, no matter which district station in the Capital City it was, they all recognized him.
The police were somewhat annoyed.
When they had just entered, all their attention was on the stove area, and they had not noticed who the guests were.
How could the police have expected that Ou Cong, a "Little Tyrant" like him, would actually be in such a small shop!
"Do you have procedures for arresting people? Do you have evidence?" At this moment, Jiang Fengqi also stood up, sternly questioning the two police officers.
"I, we..." the police were at a loss for words.
Truth be told, due to the national policy, in order to meet the so-called quota, their recent attitude towards arresting people was rather "better wrongfully kill one than let one go."
However, they were out of luck this time and had kicked an iron plate!
"Officers, I would like to ask, who exactly reported ’Youwei’?" Jiang Fengqi pressed, staring intensely at the officers.
It was only the first day of Xia Chuyi’s opening, using what ingredients, who would know?
So, Jiang Fengqi felt that it was mostly someone who disliked Xia Chuyi’s successful opening and therefore reported them.
The two officers looked at each other, eventually admitting, "It was the owner of a nearby bun shop who reported it."
Xia Chuyi and Jiang Shuqin looked at each other and fell silent.
The bun shop owner? Was it really the person who had come to cause trouble earlier? He wouldn’t have reported this over such a trivial matter, would he?
Of course, the bun shop owner definitely didn’t report it over a trivial matter.
It was obvious that he felt threatened by Xia Chuyi’s shop, so he took the initiative and directly reported ’Youwei.’
"Where is the evidence?" Jiang Fengqi asked again.
"This..." The officers hesitated, finally admitting, "The bun shop owner said the braised meat from ’Youwei’ smelled too delicious, so it couldn’t be made from normal ingredients."
"Also, the braised meat was colored; maybe it was made from spoiled meat..."
All in all, what the bun shop owner said was purely subjective conjecture, yet, the police had still come to arrest people to meet their targets.
The words of the police infuriated Ou Cong, who scolded, "Is arresting people a trivial matter? People say I’m a bastard, but I think you’re even bigger bastards!"
The people present heard this: ...
Second Young Master Ou’s self-awareness was quite accurate.
Song Zhicheng coughed twice, and Jiang Fengqi looked at Xia Chuyi, asking, "Chuyi, how do you want to handle this?"
Xia Chuyi thought for a moment and said, "Judging by the tone of that bun shop owner, does he seem to think that anyone who makes gourmet food must be problematic?"
With a smirk, she continued, "Then, I guess the ingredients he uses are probably the real issue."
Hearing this, Jiang Fengqi nodded, "If that’s the case, then we should report the bun shop right back."
"I suggest you two officers go check that bun shop," Jiang Fengqi said seriously to the two officers.
Hearing this, the two officers looked at each other, nodded, and replied, "Yes, we should check him."
It was like giving them a way out.
The bun shop owner never expected that, by reporting others, he would end up reporting himself.