Xu Changsheng's mind was in chaos, and he nodded subconsciously, "Let's go for a walk."
The police station's main gate was on the street. Although it was already afternoon, besides a space barely big enough for a van, everywhere else was packed with stalls, even splitting the street into two.
Officer Xu had already taken a round outside just a while ago and wasn't wearing a uniform, so the two just slowly walked along with the crowd on the street.
They hadn't walked far when Shang Jin yelled at a vendor selling vermicelli, "Hey, buddy, your accent isn't local, is it?"
The middle-aged noodles seller grinned, "I'm from Huangtian area over there. Don't worry, I won't cheat you because I'm not a local. Want to buy some vermicelli? I guarantee they are authentic sweet potato vermicelli. I'll be here for a few days, and if there is any adulteration, you can send me inside, and I won't say a word..."
Shang Jin laughed, "I was just asking. We used to have fewer outsiders."