I'm the Culinary God

After retiring from the national flag guard and applying to the police academy, he became the shooting champion and Sanda champion of the whole school, and all his theoretical courses were also very solid. The only thing he lacked was practical experience.

Such a talent, the Haidian team actually marginalized him, stealing his credit, which is just utterly disappointing.

So upon learning this, the last time Old Sun went to find the student he trained and reclaimed the credit that belonged to Ren Jie.

It’s a pity he’s retired. If he had met Ren Jie ten years earlier, no one could have taken this kid away from the SWAT team.

The more capable a person is, the more they like young people with high talents.

So Grandpa Gao shamelessly insisted on Lin Xu calling him Master, Cui Qingyuan was immensely fond of Geng Lele upon meeting her, and Old Sun couldn’t help wanting to teach Ren Jie something.

Talent is invisible and intangible, but it can determine a person’s ceiling.

In this situation, as a senior, the only thing you can do is to guide young people and turn their talents into stepping stones for advancement, rather than letting it go to waste.

Shang Weixing took out a cigarette and handed it to Old Sun:

"Since you released the fish back into the pond, let’s forget about the money. I won’t be open for many more days anyway, consider it building good karma with you, just in case we meet again in the future."

This comment made Old Sun laugh immediately.

Indeed, it was good karma, whether it was helping to vent now or going to Ginkgo Garden after the New Year, he would still be dealing with this brother Shang.

Old Sun didn’t press the issue and thought for a while before saying:

"I’ll leave you my phone number. In case those young kids come to bother you again, don’t confront them head-on, give me a call. I used to run errands at the police station and know a few people."

After speaking, he took out a small notebook he habitually carried while working, tore out a page, and wrote down his phone number to give to Shang Weixing.

Old Shang took it, muttering to himself:

"Why am I meeting so many good people lately?"

Old Sun really wanted to tell him the truth, it’s not that you’re only meeting good people, but that the good people you’re meeting are all part of the same group.

Only the kind-hearted Xiao Lin would bother with these matters. If it were someone else, who would care about these trivialities?

He didn’t mention his acquaintance with Lin Xu, considering the upcoming investigation of the underground casino. Should Shang Weixing get involved, that wouldn’t be ideal.

After chatting briefly with the fishpond owner, Old Sun bid farewell and left, quickly heading to the village bus stop while there was still daylight.

While waiting for the bus, he made a call to Granny Sun with a full-faced apologetic smile, repeatedly explaining he lost track of time fishing, playfully apologizing.

After hanging up the phone, the old man sent a message to Ren Jie:

"When do you have a break these days?"

"The day after tomorrow, do you need help with something, Grandpa Sun?"

"I have a small personal errand that I’d like you to help with. Come to my house at eight in the morning the day after tomorrow, and we’ll talk in detail when you’re here."

On the other side, Ren Jie, who was about to go to the canteen for a meal, felt a bit surprised upon reading the message.

A small personal errand?

What personal errand could Grandpa Sun have, training for the security company?

He was filled with confusion, but since it was a matter of a senior, he naturally had to go.

Thinking about this, Ren Jie sent Chen Yan a message:

"Grandpa Sun needs me for something the day after tomorrow, so I might not be able to go shopping with you. You won’t be mad, will you?"

In her store, Chen Yan saw the message and immediately replied:

"Why would I be mad? Grandpa Sun is a senior, you should go. I’ll see if I’m not busy and maybe I’ll join you."

After sending the message, Chen Yan added:

"By the way, my dad said it’s inconvenient for you to take the subway to and from work all the time, so he’s planning to buy you a Wrangler. There’s a car in stock. What color do you like? I’ll buy it for you directly, lest my dad changes his mind."

Having witnessed her cousin extort her father, Chen Yan quickly followed suit with, "My Ren Jie is so pitiful, commuting on the crowded subway every day," and managed to secure a Wrangler from Chen Yuejin.

Old Chen was extremely pleased with Ren Jie as his son-in-law. Upon hearing this, he immediately decided to buy a high-end car like a Land Rover or X7 for his son-in-law.

However, Chen Yan thought that was too ostentatious, so they settled on the unremarkable Wrangler instead.

They planned to buy the car first, then have someone modify the seats later to improve comfort.

After all, a commuter car should be comfortable.

Ren Jie was a bit surprised and replied:

"I just started working at the headquarters and am already driving a new car. I’m afraid the leaders might have opinions."

"It’s okay, just explain clearly. It’s a car from your father-in-law; people in your squad will definitely be envious. Quickly tell me the color; if you don’t, I’ll buy you a pink Wrangler."

Seeing this message, Ren Jie couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of driving a pink Wrangler.

He quickly replied:

"The more low-key the color, the better. Later I’ll drive it to the team for registration and get an access permit, so I won’t have to be checked every day."

Just as he sent the message, it was his turn to get food.

A few teammates lining up behind him curiously asked:

"What’s up, Ren Jie, you look troubled. Did your father-in-law ask for a bride price?"

Everyone knew about Ren Jie picking up a girlfriend during the mock assessment. They had even heard about his recent engagement, so seeing him with such a worried look, they thought the bride price hadn’t been negotiated well.

Who knew Ren Jie would mumble:

"My father-in-law bought me a Wrangler, and that’s what’s troubling me."

Everyone: ????????

Oh my God, you’re not trying to flaunt, are you?

The policeman who asked the question got kicked by the partner behind him: