How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Jiang Cheng took a look and saw that it was dinner time in the Second Ward.

There are ten cells in total, and everyone in each room stands upright, lining up, waiting for the laborer to come and serve food.

After all, in a place like this, apart from eating and sleeping, there is really no other entertainment activity.

Eating is naturally regarded as a very sacred and ritualistic thing.

After everyone has finished eating, they will squat down to find a comfortable position.

Then he carefully broke apart the steamed buns, which were not much softer than bricks, and put them into the bowl bit by bit.

If you are lucky and there is a vegetable leaf in the bowl, you must hide it at the bottom, lest it be seen by the trumpet leader.

After finishing the meal, you have to raise your head and savor the aftertaste of the dinner.

After all, there are still more than ten hours until tomorrow morning's meal.

If you don’t reflect on it, it will be very painful when you go to bed hungry at night.

Some people are even reluctant to part with their bowls and chopsticks.

Just waiting to be able to lick the residue inside before going to bed at night, which can be used as a midnight snack.

Simple things like eating are indeed regarded as a top priority by the prisoners in the cell.

But just as the suspects in each cell were waiting for their meals to be served.

Ok?

Almost everyone was shocked and smelled a strong aroma at the same time.

This is……

Everyone twitched their noses and their eyes immediately became moist.

Lying in a groove!

This is the aroma of hot pot!

The unique butter pot bottom, mixed with the aroma of beef and mutton slices, suddenly reverberated throughout the prison area.

Everyone is going crazy with greed.

He hurriedly squeezed to the big iron gate and scratched his head, hoping to find where the scent was coming from.

and many more!

wrong!

Not only the aroma of butter hot pot, but also the taste of mushroom soup.

What’s more, it’s a mandarin duck pot?

Besides.

Wide noodles, green vegetables, potato slices, tofu skin...

Is it even fucking sweet or spicy?

no way!

The people who live in the house have noses as sensitive as dogs.

Anyone makes steamed buns in rice soup every day, or rice with pickles and noodles with cabbage.

Even a fool can smell it.

Everyone smelled the aroma, kept sniffing, and were so greedy that they almost cried!

What day is it today?

Chinese New Year?

Otherwise, why would there be the smell of hot pot!

I heard from the old comrades in the detention center that the detention center is a dog's food all year round.

Only during the Chinese New Year will we improve the food for everyone.

But today...

Why can I smell the aroma of hot pot!

When they saw the Labor Number appearing in the prison, everyone asked excitedly.

"Lao Yu! Lao Yu! Where did the smell of hot pot come from? Are we having hot pot tonight?"

Labor Hao Laoyu rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Brothers! What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Go to bed early, you can dream about everything! You want to eat hot pot after entering the cell? What a fucking joke!"

"Hey! Wocao, what is that in your hand? Duck blood? You still don't admit it, Lao Yu?"

Lao Yu had no choice but to hold up the duck blood in his hand and pout at the sixth prison cell.

"I'd better say it to make you jealous to death!"

"This is Brother Cheng, the cell leader of the sixth cell. Brother Cheng wants to have hot pot tonight! I'm bringing him food."

"It has nothing to do with you, just give up!"

boom!

As soon as Lao Yu said this, the heads of everyone in the Second Ward were about to explode!

Yecheng?

The guy who was pulled out and shot for the death penalty two days ago, but was pulled back again?

I rely on, why!

Why can he eat hot pot?

Especially the trumpeters from the other nine cells all gathered around the iron gate railings and were about to ask questions.

Everyone is the leader, and they all work in the fucking cell!

Why can he eat hot pot in Yecheng!

But before he could say anything, he saw the guard in charge of the second prison area, Chen Buchen, striding over.

Everyone shouted in a hurry.

"Guard Chen! Guard Chen! Why can Ye Cheng eat hot pot! We... we want to eat too!"

"How much he spent! Double for us! No, triple!"

Chen Bu was about to walk to the sixth cell when he saw the other nine trumpet commanders shouting and suddenly became angry.

"Get out of here! Go and eat your wife's blood! If you make any more noises, you'll have to squat down and sleep at night!"

Everyone was so aggrieved that they almost cried when Chen Bu scolded them.

Why?

Why!

He can eat hot pot in Yecheng, but we have to eat with our wife and her aunt?

Officer Chen, your mother-in-law is so contemptuous of others!

Besides, even if we want to eat, will you let us go home?

However, Chen Bu's remaining power is still there, and no one dares to act presumptuously.

Everyone could only watch helplessly as Inspector Chen opened the door of the sixth cell, letting more fragrance waft out.

Everyone was screaming desperately, and there was a sound of gasping in the prison area.

Chen Bu looked at their appearance and couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

Sun thief!

This hasn’t even let you see the liquor in my arms!

If you see this thing, I'm afraid you will all go crazy.

Eating hot pot and drinking wine!

My mother is still in the detention center.

I'm afraid Yecheng is the only one in the country.

The key is!

No matter from the director Qi Bin to the deputy directors, they all agreed.

A person who can bring the Longguo Chinese Academy of Sciences to Jiangcheng in person.

A man who can catch serial murderers with his own hands and rescue innocent people.

Even if he really eats a full banquet, he still has to be satisfied.

After Chen Bu opened the door, he looked at the happy gathering in the room and shook his head helplessly.

This brother of mine is quite generous and never eats alone.

Even if you are eating hot pot, let everyone participate together.

But most people can only queue up and wait for the second bunk allocation.

As soon as he entered the house, the whole house fell silent.

Everyone subconsciously squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Chen Bu waved his hands to them, and then took out a plastic bottle of white wine from his arms.

He whispered to Ye Cheng.

"Brother! A two-pound bag, 53° sorghum white! Just take it easy! The surveillance cameras are watching you at any time."

"You're going to drink too much, so am I..."

Ye Cheng was waiting for this sip, and laughed when his adopted son finally brought some liquor.

"Don't worry! Don't worry! I'm not the only one drinking!"

"Let's go, let's go! You don't feel comfortable with anyone."

With that said, he took the liquor from Chen Bu's hand and asked him to leave.

Chen Bu quickly said: "Uh...ok! I'll go, but...brother, I won't be on night shift tonight, I won't come until tomorrow. You have to worry about it yourself."

"And this charcoal fire. If you don't want to eat it, remember to call the labor number and ask him to take it away! This thing is too dangerous. If it catches fire..."

"All right, all right! Let's go!"

Ye Cheng pushed Chen Bu out, and as soon as the iron door closed, the room suddenly became lively again.

Because there is no dining table in the prison cell.

Ye Cheng could only clear the bed and place the pot on it.

He sat cross-legged at the head of the table, flanked by Wei Mouse from the second berth, Xiaogang from the third berth, and Cheng Jun.

As for the other people, they could only watch helplessly, waiting for Wei Shuhu to distribute the food to everyone.

Ye Cheng was naturally too lazy to care about these things. He smiled and unscrewed the plastic bottle and took a deep breath.

hiss……

"The taste is right! As expected of our Jiangcheng old cook! Rat! Get the cup, hurry up."

When Wei Shushu saw that he could still drink, he was so excited that his whole body trembled.

He had been in prison for almost a lifetime, and this was the first time he had seen such an awesome trumpet leader.

It's true that the thief pulled the heifer---the thief pulled the cow!

He hurriedly asked several people to take out the water glasses used for brushing teeth and take charge of pouring wine.

bang bang bang!

The aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of hot pot floated in the sixth prison cell.

All the suspects had wet eyes and looked at Brother Cheng with infinite admiration.

Motherfucker!

Mom, did you see it?

This is the pinnacle of life, and this is the goal that my son strives for throughout his life!

Especially after seeing Brother Cheng take a sip of wine and pick up a chopstick of mutton.

Everyone was speechless and choked, they just wanted to kneel down and sing a song of conquest for him.

Seeing Ye Cheng moving his chopsticks, Wei Shuhu and Xiaogang finally dared to take a bite of meat and drink a sip of wine.

It feels so good when you eat it!

Even if they were asked to die for the city boss right now, they would still be willing to do so.

Only the newcomer Cheng Jun looked shy and did not move his chopsticks.

"Um...Brother Cheng! I...I just entered the dormitory today. I'm sitting on the table. It's a bit...inappropriate."

Cheng Jun was really flattered.

He didn't expect that Ye Cheng would treat him like this just after he found out the murderer Shen Zixu.

It had to make him, who was cautious and suspicious, feel frightened.

Is it.

Ye Cheng has figured out my identity?

Ye Cheng laughed.

"Is there anything appropriate or inappropriate? You kid would rather be a gangster than report unscrupulous merchants!"

"It's a big deal!"

"Come! Today, we will not return until we get drunk!"