It was too late today. When Yu Yuan and his party came out, their stomachs were growling with hunger.
Manshu finally ate a bunch of sweet potato skins given by Qujiu, but the others didn't eat anything.
"Why don't we go have some midnight snacks?" Yu Yan looked at everyone.
In fact, he was quite curious, was Yan Siyu a child of the Yan family?
If it's really not the case, what should the Yan family do next?
Drive Yan Siyu out of the house?
That's impossible, the Yan family can't afford to lose face like this.
What's more, the Yan family has trained Yan Siyu for so many years, and it is impossible to kick her out just because of blood relations. She has not made any mistakes.
"Okay." Shen Yan was also a little hungry.
Feng Cheng nodded: "What are we going to eat? Is there a barbecue? I smelled Brother Jiu roasting the sweet potato skins earlier, and it smelled really good."
If it wasn't for Manshu, he couldn't help but want to take a bite.
"Okay, let's go eat at the food stall."
Yu Yan took everyone to the food stall he often went to in high school, on Yudai Road, a bar street.
The environment here is good and the taste is good, unlike many food stalls, which are not very hygienic at first glance.
"Bring us two grilled fish, fifty skewers of grilled pork belly, and a large portion of hoof flower soup..."
It is a metaphor for ordering a meal at a familiar door and on a familiar road.
The others sat separately around a table.
The hoof flower soup was served first, and everyone was invited to have a bowl.
“The hoof flower soup here is one of a kind. The soup is thick in color, the hoof flowers are soft and chewy, and the kelp is also good.”
He personally served a bowl each to Shen Yan and Feng Cheng.
After they drank it and felt it tasted good, they started talking.
"Brother Yan, is what you said in the hospital today true? Is there really something wrong with Aunt Yan's blood type?"
Shen Yan could see that Yu Yan's whole body exuded the smell of fish.
He tasted a bunch of grilled pork belly. It was caramel and spicy, not greasy, and tasted very good.
"There is nothing wrong with Aunt Ruyu's blood type." He glanced at everyone and did not continue.
But smart people should understand.
There is nothing wrong with Yan Ruyu's blood type, she is type O, so who has the problem?
Yan Siyu, and the case records from St. Paul’s Hospital!
From beginning to end, Manshu ate a lot, but her imagination was running wild.
Uncle San and the others are taking action tonight, but I don't know if it's safe or not.
At this time, Yan Zhan's car was following Xiaopo Volkswagen, probably several cars away, making it difficult for anyone to notice.
Yan Zhan asked them to follow the car while analyzing their next destination based on street surveillance.
Finally, circle an area on the computer.
"Or a village in the city?" Tong Yan frowned after looking at it.
After going around for a long time, their action plan didn't change at all.
"It's not a small foreign-style building." Yan Zhan looked at the map with deep eyes.
Tong Yan was startled, but quickly came to his senses.
Yes, because the magic hand is trapped in the museum, the police will get the news soon.
Therefore, they will not go back to the small foreign house.
"What's your plan? If you don't go back to the small foreign-style building, you still go to the village in the city. Is this a provocation?"
Police officer Xiao Zhu interjected next to him.
His words reminded Tong Yan.
"Perhaps in their view, the most dangerous place is the safest." Tong Yan took the paper map and marked it with a marker.
"The previous plan they made was around small western-style buildings, and our personnel were also deployed in that area."
"In order to avoid falling into the police siege, they will choose..."
Tong Yan wrote and drew on the map, and soon circled a range.