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That night, as everyone expected, Mr. Shao drove to the No. [-] cell on time, carrying two lunch boxes in his hand.

Luo Qiang opened the lunch box, and the rich, hot and fragrant smell rushed all over his face.

"I just bought it, it's hot, eat it quickly."

Shao Jun, with his police cap on one side, wandered around the room, pointing fingers, the mattress was not tucked in properly, the rice bowl was not cleaned and there were rice grains hanging on it, and whose sneakers had landmines, the house stinks to death Can people still live there? !

Shao Jun also just came back from the city. He said that there opened a "Shuangliu Mom Rabbit Head" in Shuangjing. The owner is from Chengdu. It is authentic and delicious. He felt good after eating it. I liked it so I bought four of them.There is another "Jiujiuya" next door to that restaurant, so I bought another two catties of spicy duck neck.

Luo Qiang sat cross-legged on his bed, with a lunch box spread out on his legs, and lowered his head and hummed, "I will have it every day from now on?"

Shao Jun said disdainfully: "You are so beautiful, do you still celebrate your birthday every day?"

Shao Jun said to Shunzi again: "Next time it's your birthday, I'll go to that store to buy you a rabbit head."

The hedgehog hurriedly said: "Third Master, I love to eat Liuganjian and Jiaoliu meatballs! ... The casserole house in Xisi, authentic old Beijing cuisine!"

Shao Jun said: "If you don't earn two hundred work points this month, I won't buy Jiaoliu meatballs for you. You can figure it out!"

Just for the sake of his birthday meal, Hedgehog jumped up from the bed, stood at attention and saluted, and promised Officer Shao that he would perform well in the labor class.

Luo Qiang has learned the lesson. Mr. Shao's move is so inviting, it's really beautiful, and there's no need to be picky.The small whiteboard at the entrance of the small auditorium was changed from political study to birthday greetings, and it was probably San Mantou's idea.

Shao Jun treated every prisoner in Class [-], [-], [-], and [-] very well, and they were all good at chatting, and he didn't see any preference.

Luo Qiang didn't know what he was thinking at that time, he was still old, lonely, lonely, his mind was inevitably fragile, he wanted someone to miss him, and he wanted to see someone treat him well.

I want to know that I have different weights in some people's hearts.

Luo Qiang felt that he was not like this before, that he didn't care about anyone before, but now that he was old, he had nothing to show off and could squander, and his mind became smaller.

The weather is getting colder and colder, the pagoda tree that has lost its leaves hugs the sky with its green branches, and the loess playground is frozen hard.

The bunk where Luo Qiang slept was right next to the window, and it was the upper bunk with a good view.

He used to hate bright light when he was sleeping, and when light and movement disturbed him, he could lift the bed and copy the soles of shoes.Later, for some reason, from a certain day, he began to sleep with the curtains open, letting the winter sun fill the room early, completely ignoring the resentful eyes of the people in the room who dared not speak out...

From the angle of where he was lying, with his head resting on his arms, he could just see a tree-lined path leading from the office building to the prison building, and most of the playground.

Every morning at six o'clock, Shao Jun, wearing a police cap crookedly, came out of the office building at a trot, grabbing his belt and pulling up his trousers in a hurry as he ran. Yes, I have developed a bad habit of grabbing the waistband of my trousers in public.

Before blowing out the lights at night, Shao Jun strolled over again with a few bags of snacks for staying up late, idle books, and game consoles in his arms.This person passed by the horizontal bar shelf on the playground, and every time he put down his things, took off his uniform jacket, rubbed his palms vigorously, and then flew to grab the horizontal bar...

Luo Qiang watched from a distance, at first he counted for Shao Jun to see how many pull-ups this man did today.

Later, it was not counting how many pull-ups Shao Jun had done, but counting how many small abdominal muscles and psoas muscles this man had. His eyes traced the pain in Shao Jun's waist when he slightly arched his back and arched his buttocks and slowly stretched upwards. and the line of the thigh...

Sometimes Sanmantou is in a good mood and full of energy. If he eats too much meat that night, he will run around twice and sweat, and let out a stream of white gas from his mouth.

When running, the buttocks are very raised, which is very beautiful.

Luo Qiang watched the man run all the way out of the window, out of sight.His head moved subconsciously, and moved again, chasing after the figure, and suddenly there was a void under his elbow, and he almost fell headfirst...

The Lunar New Year was very early that year, at the end of January.

The New Year is celebrated in the prison, the factory is closed, a party is held, new quilts are distributed, and food is improved. The prisoners are very happy and hope that every day will be like the New Year.

Shao Sanye entered the supervisory road early that morning, looked up at the small whiteboard on duty, and was stunned.

"A bunch of bastards..."

Shao Jun scolded with a smile.

The small whiteboard was graffitied, and someone wrote a few lines of thick and sturdy characters with chalk: [Officer Shao, we want to eat dumplings on New Year's Eve!If you want pork and green onion stuffing, we don't eat dumplings without meat! ! ! ] There was booing laughter from the cells in the next few classes. Shao Jun followed the laughter and looked over, guessing which bastard wrote these words.

Who has the courage to make demands on the discipline?

Who else?It's who is inside, who is inside!

In fact, the discipline has long been prepared.People in the north must eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year. Without dumplings, it is not called Chinese New Year.

That afternoon, the thin sunshine after the snow slanted into the big cafeteria. The whole group of prisoners sat in the cafeteria and made dumplings collectively. It was a joy.

People in each class get together and sit around a table, knead the noodles by themselves, cut vegetables and stuffing, wrap them by themselves, and eat whatever they can.

They are all a group of old men, and at this time there is a difference between those who can cook and those who can't.Most northern men of this age don’t work at home, and their mothers or daughter-in-law cook, so many of them only eat dumplings, and don’t know how to make dumplings at all.

Hedgehogs don't know how to make dumplings, and the dumplings are not square or round, like a deformed siu mai, but the mouth is still open.

Hu Yan also doesn't know how to wrap, and when he kneads and kneads it hard, it will disperse into pieces of soup when it is put into the pot.

Everyone gathered around to watch Luo Qiang make dumplings. The skin was rolled very round, and soon, his fingers were extremely nimble.

"Brother Qiang, you can do it, you can do it!"

"I used to cook at home all the time? Did I always cook for my wife? Who is our sister-in-law, brother Qiang? She's a god, so fucking blessed!"

Luo Qiang sneered a few times, immersed himself in skillfully kneading out the dignified and perfect dumplings one by one.

As far as Luo Qiang's cooking ability is concerned, he is even worse than Luo's youngest son.Luo Zhanna is a hotel chef who has passed the senior chef certificate. Luo Qiang is only at the level of making buns, dumplings, pancakes and meatloaf, and cooking a home-cooked meal, but it is enough to beat the group of bastards in the cell by a few streets.

It is true that the children of the poor are in charge of the family early.At that time, the boss of the Luo family went in and out of the courtyard to help his father with work, while the second child was in the house helping his mother clean up the house and cook.

At the age of four, Luo Qiang could burn a coal stove, at the age of seven he could cook vegetables, at the age of nine he could steam a pot of buns by himself, leaven the dough, chop vegetables, stuff the stuffing, wrap the buns, and finally steam them in a basket.

The Luo family has an eight-meter hut facing west in the courtyard of Xiangfeng Hutong in Xisisi.

The hut is divided into an inner and an outer room by a curtain, the couple sleeps inside, and the younger brother squeezes into a small wooden bed outside.Counting nine cold days, the wind poured in through the cracks in the broken windows, humming.A few pieces of briquettes were filled in the stove, and the fire was quietly held together.

When Luo Qiang was ten years old, Xiao Saner was born in exchange for his mother's life, and the three children never had a mother.

In the following years, the second child was still cooking at home after school, and sometimes he had to run back from school at noon to take care of his younger brother.

The family couldn't afford milk powder, so Luo Qiang boiled rice porridge for Xiao San'er every day.

Luo Xiaosan was rolling on the big bed, eating her fingers, eating her toes after eating her fingers, moaning, and always rolling on the ground, trying to crawl away.

Luo Qiang held the iron tongs in one hand to touch the coal in the stove, and the other hand Hulu Xiaosan'er, and leaned against the bed with one leg to support the child, otherwise the little villain would immediately roll off the bed with his head down as soon as he turned around.

So Luo Xiaosan hung half of his body out of the bed, hugged his brother's thigh, gnawed shamelessly, biting with his deciduous teeth, a wolf-hearted bastard, gnawed his brother's pants full of rice paste and saliva...

Shao Jun pretended to carry a baton, and walked around the cafeteria, peeping at which class made the dumplings well.

There was an explosion in the fifth class, crying with Shao Sanye: "Shao Guan, our class is out of meat, please give us another piece of pork, please, Shao Guan!"

Shao Jun raised his eyebrows and stared: "Every class is fat, is your class fat?"

The hedgehog stretched his neck and laughed wildly: "Don't worry about them, Shao, they ate all the meat!"

The boys in class five went crazy when they saw the pork. The piece of fat and lean meat was not chopped into stuffing at all, and it was directly taken to the kitchen to be fried in oil and sprinkled with salt.After I finished eating, I wiped my mouth and couldn't get enough of it. Turning around, I realized something was wrong. The dumplings for our New Year's Eve dinner haven't been made yet, so there is only cabbage and scallions left, what should I do with the dumplings? !

Shao Jun stood behind Luo Qiang, watching Luo Qiang make dumplings.

Mr. Shao can't make a bag either.How could a person like him know how to cook?Living in my grandfather's house since I was a child, Xiao Junjun is a big baby spoiled by the family and adults. There are nannies and guards at home who cook, so why should he do it?

On the night of New Year’s Eve, every class finally ate dumplings. Regardless of whether the wrapping was good-looking or not, whether there was meat in the stuffing, or simply a pot of minced meat soup, everyone held a lunch box in their hands. There are hot dumplings.

Shao Jun went to each class to take a bite, and finally squatted down at the small dining table of class seven, because the dumplings in class seven were the best, there was no comparison, and the noodles made by other classes were either too soft or too hard. It tastes so bad that you can't even put it in your mouth!

Luo Qiang squinted at Shao Jun and snorted, "Have you ever eaten?"

Shao Jun's mouth was full, he pointed at Luo Qiang with chopsticks, and muttered: "Not bad, authentic."

"Better than my grandpa's nanny."

Shao Jun really wanted to praise his second son, a rough old man who cooks delicious food.

"..."

Your nanny?Which green onion is your nanny, is there a number on the road?Luo Qiang rolled his eyes, his thin lips closed tightly in displeasure, and became narrow-minded again...

Shao Jun has a big appetite, and the people around him couldn't bear to eat it with open arms.

"Shao Guan, this, this, this is... our dumplings!!!"

“We can’t get enough to eat!!!”

Shao Jun raised his innocent eyes from the rice bowl, and pointed at Luo Qiang with his chopsticks: "Let your boss pack some more, this is not enough for me!"

Shao Jun was used to eating the food served on the table by others, and he ordered people to do things without hesitation.

He also carefully tapped the empty bowl with his chopsticks, and his mouth was full of dumplings: "Really, it's delicious! Luo Qiang, make another pot!"

Luo Qiang looked away from Shao Jun with the little flame burning, and silently adjusted the stuffing, rolled out the skin, and made another pot in a short while.

Shao Jun ate more than 40 large dumplings that meal, and he was satisfied with his mouth full of oil.

Everyone watched CCTV's Spring Festival Gala in the auditorium. After returning, they lost all sleepiness and stayed up all night in the room.

There are 360 ​​five days in a year, and only this day is the privilege for the prisoners. The guards do not turn off the lights and whistles, allowing everyone to relax freely.

In some classes, a group of people sat around and chatted, and in some classes, they played cards.

What are the people in Class [-] doing?Lao Luo's second-hand class is just chatting, playing cards or something, so it's too boring.

Shao Jun sneaked to the door to peek and check, and found that a circle of people from Class [-] were playing mahjong together.

Your grandma, mahjong is not allowed in prison!

More importantly, where did the gang get a set of mahjong tiles? !

Shao Jun rushed into the prison cell aggressively, ready to confiscate the illegal gambling equipment, took a closer look in his hand, and was overjoyed...