Upon hearing Jason's words, Edward's face changed.
His already tired face was even more pale at this time.
The leader of the special operations team said with trembling lips: "I promised that I would not default on my debt, but you don't have to rush, right?"
"certainly."
"So, I didn't go yesterday."
Jason answered seriously.
Apparently someone invited you to dinner yesterday!
Edward roared in his heart.
Even at this moment, the leader of the special operations team began to wonder in his heart whether Jason had caught this guy related to the 'Ghost Team' a long time ago and only called him now, just to be more justified.
Go have breakfast.
No!
This guy might kidnap a random passerby just for food!
Well, very likely!
How about waking up the guy in the back seat, interrogating him, and delaying it for everyone who needs breakfast?
Just when Edward was seriously thinking about the feasibility of this plan, Jason spoke again.
"It's almost dawn, it's time for breakfast."
Jason still had that indifferent tone.
However, Edward inexplicably felt that Jason was very dangerous at this time, and he had better not play any tricks.
Finally, Edward gritted his teeth.
At worst, I'll pay for it with my salary!
With this thought in mind, Edward stepped on the accelerator.
The car rushed out and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.
…
For a poor person, free meals at work every day are really a gift.
Little Bansi received this gift three times a day.
Even though it’s not delicious, it’s at the right time and at the right time, rain or shine.
However, today is a little different.
He... was holding a dog.
When returning to the police station from the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' yesterday, little Banxi found this at the intersection of Wandoujiao Street. For some reason, he looked at it through the car window and hid in the corner while looking at the cold wind.
When he was a stray dog, something in the bottom of little Bansi's heart was touched as his stomach was full and he was constantly panting acid.
Then, he decided to adopt it.
And, he gave it the name "Private".
Private is a khaki-colored dog.
The body is of medium size. When lying on all fours, the head can reach above Banxi's knees.
But it's so skinny that it looks smaller than it actually is.
However, his eyes were extremely fierce.
Ordinary people would be frightened when they looked at him.
Only when he is close to little Banxi, his eyes will soften, as if he is seeing the same kind of person.
"Private, let's go."
"I'll take you to dinner."
"No barking, no disturbing others, no serving on the table."
Little Banxi warned ‘Private’.
He also wanted to buy some special dog food for ‘Private’.
But he has no money.
When he thought of this, little Banxi touched the 'Private's' dog's head apologetically.
Then, get ready to move on.
But at this time, little Banxi suddenly realized that something was wrong with the 'Private'.
The fierce eyes turned timid.
The tail is even tucked up.
Watching the people keep retreating in the direction of the cafeteria.
Little Banxi was stunned.
Although he only adopted Private Soldier not long ago, he was very happy because of his outstanding performance, bravery and determination.
What's in the cafeteria...
hiss!
With curiosity, little Banxi looked into the cafeteria.
Immediately, I took a breath of cold air.
What did he see?
He saw the thermos bucket that required two people to lift, and Sir Jason grabbed it with one hand, raising his neck and taking a swig.
He saw a ham sandwich the size of an ordinary person's hand, and Sir Jason was eating it one bite at a time.
He saw the fried eggs with soy sauce disappearing into Sir Jason's mouth at a speed of two, three, two or three.
Boom!
It was like a bolt from the blue.
Little Banxi was stunned on the spot.
He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.
Edward walked over silently and patted little Bansi on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you all."
"I……"
When Edward was about to say something, little Benxi had already rushed in.
Of course, he didn't rush towards Jason, but towards the kitchen.
He wanted to find some food.
Even just a little is enough.
Can……
The kitchen is clean.
Not to mention the food, even the table looked as if it had been licked and was as clean as new.
Little Banxi looked at the chef standing in a trance in the kitchen.
"Where's the food?"
"There should be breakfast for at least 30 people?"
He couldn't help but ask.
The breakfast at the police station is not provided to everyone, but only to those on duty during the night shift.
He admitted that Mr. Jason could eat, but it was absolutely impossible for him to finish breakfast for 30 people.
"It's all there."
The chef raised his finger and pointed at Jason, his voice trembling.
As a chef, he has seen edible things, but edible things like this...
The first time he met.
Horrified!
This is his most realistic reaction at this moment.
However, I don't know why, but seeing the man wolfing down all the food he cooked, a strange sense of pride began to rise from the bottom of my heart.
By some strange coincidence, the chef asked Jason.
"There are still some ingredients, Mr. Jason, do you still need them?"
"certainly."
Jason nodded.
This chef, who had never been truly recognized, seemed to have gained the recognition of heaven and earth, and began to work overtime at a speed that was far more than double the usual rate.
When Jason walked out of the cafeteria, the chef experienced the joy of exhaustion.
He leaned against the wall, watching those who came in, waving his arms.
"there is none left!"
“Breakfast is gone!”
"You're late!"
After many years, he finally shouted these words.
Seeing the surprised expressions of those people, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Huh, let you say my cooking tastes terrible!
You just don’t know how to appreciate it!
But, someone understands!
Only people like this are worthy of my efforts!
The chef made a fist with his right hand, raised his head slightly, and the corners of his eyes were almost wet.
Little Banxi walked out of the cafeteria in despair.
Edward couldn't help but patted little Bansi's shoulder again, took out the secretly hidden sandwich, broke it in half, and handed it to little Bansi.
"A little is better than nothing."
Edward comforted his assistant like this.
Little Bansi nodded, took out the ham from the sandwich, handed it to the 'Private', and ate the lettuce and slices of bread himself.
Without the meaty flavor of ham, the sandwich became even more unpalatable.
Gillick's poor cooking skills become more apparent.
I really don’t know how Mr. Jason ate so much.
While little Banxi was still thinking, he noticed that the 'Private' spit out the ham he had just eaten. His face looked humiliated and aggrieved, and then he pulled at the hem of little Banxi's trousers.
"Although it tastes bad, it's better than nothing."
Little Banxi comforted ‘Private’.
But 'Private' was not Xiaobanxi, and he did not accept such comfort at all.
It tugged on little Bansi's trousers again, and then ran directly towards the small door on the side of the canteen.
"Wait for me, Private!"
Little Bansi stuffed half of the sandwich that was missing the ham into his mouth, and chased after him.
Outside the door is a row of trash cans.
The 'Private' was squatting there, watching little Bansi running out and wagging his tail.
"You want me to dig through the trash can with you?"
"Or do you want to express that the food made by Gillick is worse than garbage?"
"You are an adopted dog. You can no longer do things like digging through trash cans."
Little Banxi gave a wry smile and warned, "Private."
Then, he prepared to lead the 'Private' away.
At worst, ask Ada to borrow some money and buy some breakfast.
Little Banxi has made up his mind.
But just as he turned around, the 'Private' suddenly pulled down the nearest trash can.
The trash can tipped over, the trash lid flew out, and the contents of the trash can immediately flowed out.
The stench that covers your nose.
Dazzling scarlet.
The rolling liquid is mixed with heart, liver, spleen, stomach, kidney...
