mayfly era

Base canteen.

Recently, the surprisingly dedicated chef brother is busy in the kitchen. Because of the heat, the whole cafeteria is warm and harmonious.

Fange and Songguang sat facing each other, with a teapot in the middle, the milk tea in it was still hot.Not long after Song Guang came in, the milk tea was served not long ago.

"Drink some, warm your body." Fan Ge poured a cup of hot milk tea for Song Guang, who just came back from the outside, wrapped in a chill.

A familiar smell penetrated into the nostrils, and Song Guang's indifferent face softened a bit, "You cooked it with rum."

"I added it secretly while Su wasn't paying attention." Fan Ge said with a smile.

"He only allows you to touch his pot."

"Chen Li and Lao Yan should be back soon." Fan Ge stretched his waist and leaned lazily on the dining table.

Song Guang frowned, all his expressions were like the mask of a robot, and the change of expression was like changing the mask.He squeezed the skin between his brows deeply as he frowned, allowing everyone to read his displeasure.An adult's face shouldn't be so straightforward, so he rarely expresses.

"This matter, you are too risky."

"I deduced a part and gambled a part."

"Why don't you bet your own life."

Fan Ge stuck out his tongue, "I've been criticized again."

Song Guang looked at him silently, even if there wasn't too much emotion in those glass bead eyes, Fan Ge knew that it was a reproach.

"I was wrong, I will think more carefully next time." Fan Ge sincerely apologized.

Song Guang was silent for a moment, picked up his teacup and took a sip, "It is impossible for us not to take risks."

"The sixth game has been wanting to get out of the control of the fourth game for a long time. They are good at playing tricks on the wall, and they will fall to the side where the wind blows stronger. I met Song Zan a few days ago. Song Zan will go back to do it next month. Her bureau chief of the third bureau, I deliberately let this matter out, and the sixth bureau doesn't dare to offend me now, so she will definitely not do anything to my people."

"But if you don't want to go today."

"That's the part of my bet," Fan Ge smiled, "If she doesn't go today, I'll single-handedly go in and bring them back."

Song Guang gently tapped his fingers on the table, "Song Zan's protective umbrella is still too thin."

"The chances of Qihe not going today are very small. Her beloved son is at stake. The fire in Daolitian has made her a target of public criticism. She is now the one who has lost all her chips and can't play at the poker table."

"Rebellion, what are you hiding from me." Song Guang's tone was flat, this sentence was not a question.

Counter-reform was not surprised at all, he nodded frankly, "I have hidden something from you."

"I trust you, I won't ask."

"I also believe that you believe in me." Fan Ge smiled.

"Let's get down to business." Song Guang glanced at him indifferently, and Fang Ge didn't read the intention this time.

"Chen Li said before that the lack of load or the inconsistency of the behavior of the merchants should be clear now. There are people hiding behind the scenes, and two forces are involved in this matter at the same time. It seems to be the behavior of the merchants. Some people step by step and set up cunning schemes, while others always act recklessly."

"Who is that person hiding behind the scenes?"

"Master Mei."

"He is very powerful, he has fooled all of us," Song Guang's expression remained unmoved, "but what is his purpose?"

"The purpose of the lack of load is Lao Yan, which is easy to understand," Fan Ge paused, "I have been thinking about the target of Young Master Mei, could it be Chen Li?"

"Do they know each other?"

"I don't know each other, I don't think there will be any hatred between them."

"What kind of person is Young Master Mei?"

"A man who is too busy to touch the ground, he doesn't seem to need sleep."

"Is he the one who burned the Trayali Heaven?"

"Ninety percent of them are him."

"Did he suddenly turn against Quehe, or did he have other plans from the beginning?"

Fan Ge stroked the stubble on his chin, his gray eyes became lighter when he was deep in thought, and the shape of the light on the table was clearly reflected in his pupil membranes, "With his character and experience, I I think it should be the latter."

"The one driving the faceless bionic, is he or Quehe?"

"This needs to be answered by the kid who met Que He today."

"Where is Master Mei now?" Song Guang continued to ask, he had already asked a series of questions, each of which hit the nail on the head.

"Now, in his concubine's apartment."

"Didn't you say he was busy?"

"He has to meet at least five people a day, and now he is mediating among at least sixteen big families. He is a genius at communication."

"So he has a lot of umbrellas."

"It should be said that he has a lot of handles in his hands, but handles are sometimes used to prolong his life, and sometimes they may kill him faster."

"Have you decided yet?"

"It's decided, I hold a grudge," the counter-revolutionary said firmly, "I will not let him go."

"How sure are you?"

"There will be more and more as we go deeper."

Song Guang nodded, bowed his head and took a sip of milk tea.The milk tea is no longer hot, and the taste is warm and rich, with a faint aroma of wine.His shoulders were not as tense as before, and gradually relaxed, "Did Su tell you what we have for dinner tonight?"

Fan Ge looked at the transparent kitchen wall, and the honest figure inside was still busy. He shook his head, "No, but he said he would make some old flavors full of memories."

"Isn't that the bark boiled in salt water?" Song Guang joked blankly.

Fan Ge laughed and threatened Song Guang that he would tell Su what he said, but Song Guang was not afraid at all.Just when he got up and was going to gossip in the kitchen, the door of the dining room was pushed open a crack, and a thin figure came in.

The person who came had typhoid fever, and he covered his mouth and yawned firmly.Typhoid's eyes were covered with two bruises, his face and lips were pale, and he was obviously working overtime day and night, making life worse than death.

"Boss, uncle, good morning." His voice also sounded tired.

"It's already afternoon." Song Guang said.

"Come and sit," Fan Ge patted the chair beside him, "Come and drink some hot milk tea."

Typhoid picked up a piece of dry bread from the side, took a hard bite, chewed for a long while without swallowing it, took a few sips of the milk tea passed by Fan Ge, and then pressed his chest down, "Boss, the milk tea is cold."

Counter Ge let out an "ah", picked up the aluminum pot and went to the kitchen to reheat it.

Song Guang looked at Shang Han struggling to chew the dry bread, his cheeks puffed up, and suddenly moved the corners of his mouth, revealing a very shallow smile.His facial features were filled with a sense of peace when he was usually expressionless, and this smile actually had a bit of compassion from a god or Buddha.

Typhoid froze for a moment, he had never seen Song Guang smile before.

"If you can't swallow it, don't eat it." Song Guang said.

At this time, the door of the restaurant was pushed open again, and a strong smell of medicine poured in. Yan Qiang and Chen Li came in one after the other, looking more haggard than typhoid fever.Smoker pulled a chair casually and sat down, apparently exhausted, leaning on the table with his elbows, lying on it and not moving.

"Hard work." Song Guang nodded to the two of them.

Chen Li sat down next to the pipe, and casually rubbed a handful of pipe's silver hair, as if teasing a big dog that was downcast, "It's okay, it's probably because of being so angry."

Song Guang nodded without asking.

Fan Ge came out of the kitchen with a teapot in his hand, with a happy expression on his face, "Hey, today is a busy day!"

"Didn't you ask us to come here?" Chen Li didn't show any face.

"You just opened your mouth." Fan Ge scolded.

Typhoid tilted his head, a little confused, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

"No, it's just in time to eat something different today, you must have never eaten it before." Fan Ge said with a smile.

"Should I say it before or after the meal?" Chen Li asked the counter-reformer.

Fan Ge waved his hand, "Of course eating is the biggest thing."

A few minutes later, Chef Su brought over a gun-black square oven, covered it, and placed it in the center of the dining table.A strong scent of spices comes out from the gap in the lid, mixed with the pungent smell of wood and charcoal fire, making the already warm room even more human-like.

There was also a basket of freshly baked dry biscuits brought out with the oven equipment. The smell of clean food quickly neutralized the choking of the fireworks, making the smell of charcoal roasting a lot milder.This kind of dead bread covered with burnt brown spots has long been eliminated by the times, and replaced by various softer and fluffy staple foods. In fact, even staple foods are about to be eliminated.

Su walked into the kitchen again, and a table of diners waited quietly.

They are not gentlemen who strictly abide by table manners, but Su has always had a higher status than counter-revolutionaries in food.And the typhoid fever that doesn't understand these things is not a reckless character.

A few minutes later, Su came out of the kitchen again carrying an aluminum pot, with two aluminum spoons in his mouth. He sat down on the seat next to the reactionary.

In the aluminum pot, pieces of fruits and vegetables were floating in the red thick soup.

Su didn't speak, he folded his hands on the position of his heart, lowered his head and chanted a prayer softly.The language in his mouth is ancient and deep, full of nasal sounds, no one present can fully understand it except the counter revolution.

After singing, Su removed the lid of the pot, revealing the food baked by the embers inside.It was a large number of minced meat and whole fish, wrapped in crystal fat and red and yellow spice powder.

Fan Ge patted Su on the shoulder, whispered something in his ear, and then Su showed a slightly shy smile. His two front teeth were big and square, which added a bit of interest to his serious and upright face.

"Eat and eat, why are you reserved, why do you look like a group of big girls." Fange raised his voice.

Only now did Yan Qiang regain some energy, half-closed his eyes and said with a smile, "It's not that Brother Pi is not here, and there is no sense of crisis."

Fan Ge first took out a piece of cake and stuffed it for Typhoid, then took another one and spread it in the palm of his hand, and said to Typhoid, "Look, this kind of pancake has three or two layers, you can eat it thin or thick, and the barbecue is rolled. Eat, stuff grilled fish and eat it, if you think it's dry, dip it in soup."

Typhoid listened seriously, as if he was learning some new technology.

Food is enough to save everyone, being full and warm is the lowest level of happiness, but not everyone can be satisfied nowadays.