Fang Lingying looked at the corner of the pot with a small stove that was obviously prescribed for herself, and she drooled a little: "Just try the taste here, it's simple and convenient. You have to eat something casually and go back to continue working. Lao Yang, will you just do it?"

The old man called Lao Yang smiled and nodded: "If you eat flavor, you don't have to sit in a very environmentally friendly place. We often sleep in the open air. Xiao Shao, you can overcome it."

Fang Lingying came over and pulled out the plastic stool under the oven and told Buck: "Hurry up, it's mainly to fill your stomach." He said that, but he put his delicate and smooth nose on the small dish and sniffed it. He nodded with satisfaction: "Yes! It's just this one with a little fennel and cumin, and added some sugar. How did you know I like to eat this..." He looked at Buck's expressionless face with a little surprise, then turned around and gave it to Lao Yang. As a result, Lao Yang and Xiao Shao squatted on the side of the road, lit a cigarette.

Buck himself also lit a cigarette. He was not dependent on nicotine. His addiction to cigarettes would only leave a heavier smell and be chased by others, so he was very controllable, but it only made his hand a little impatient mood that needed to be relieved. He understood that this impatientness came from others' observation of him. Old Yang was observing him intentionally or unintentionally with the cigarette in his mouth.

At any time, Buck doesn't like being the object of observation, which almost means he is put in danger. His appearance and behavioral pattern seem to be desolate are the most important capital for him to survive in the mercenary team with a very high combat loss rate for so many years.

The side dishes that were stir-fried for Fang Lingying were quickly completed. Yesterday, I felt that she seemed to be eating it as supper, so Buck prepared two more steamed buns and heated them right under the oven through the stove. He picked them up and put them on the plate with a long knife. After the plate was still arranged, he used the long knife to bring the four plates over. Fang Lingying had two plates.

Of course, Buck had no intention of pursuing this woman full of agility. He was not in this mood. Now he was just repaying him, repaying the other party's food and clothing for a few days on the way back to Yuqing, that's all.

But others definitely don't think so. He treated him especially with a plate of things. He even put two pieces of molded carrot flowers on ordinary round pancakes and drizzled some sauce to make a trick, not to mention that the fresh, crispy and spicy fried assorted vegetables are particularly attractive when compared with the two pancakes.

Fang Lingying swallowed a loud saliva, took the metal fork that was also specially equipped and feasted: "It's delicious! It's so delicious!"

It is delicious. Even when two ordinary steamed buns are taken to the residual heat in the storage space under the oven, they are just a little crispy on the outside but are steaming and soft. Then mix some other meat slices with meat. The taste is really plain and neutralize the barbecue dishes with a bit of strong flavor. It is very good.

Even Old Yang couldn't help but sniff his nose twice, but his eyes were motionless at Buck's hands, those gloved hands.

The little Shao also looked at it, but he looked at the knife in his hand. He hummed and laughed in a low voice to remind Fang Lingying: "This barbecue has some ulterior motives for you?" Try to control the contemptuous tone, but a little leaked out.

Fang Lingying took her busy look up at the busy Buck over there, smiled, and continued to lower her head to eat her. Lao Yang did not sit on the stool, but used the stool as a small table for three people to put on plates. Anyway, she was wearing the blue work gown, so she just sat on the curb to eat.

Buck accidentally glanced at the girl sitting and burying her head, and then smiled a little with a rare smile. It was the kind of smile that the chef made delicious food and was appreciated by diners. He lit a cigarette for himself. The impatient shaking on his legs disappeared, and others wanted to see it.

Xiao Shao hummed again: "You are still pretending to be handsome... Isn't this toad wanting to eat swan meat?"

Fang Lingying could hear the sound. The swan meat, who had spent several nights outside with the toad, made a horrified face to herself, laughed twice, and continued to work hard.

Old Yang also smiled, distracting the little comrade's attention. He knew that his subordinates were very fond of Fang Lingying, and he was particularly attentive and caring about work every time he came to work. But being too hasty is definitely not a good thing: "How do you feel about this handsome guy?"

Xiao Shao was still at work. After hearing his leader’s question, he subconsciously lit up: “Is there any problem?”

Old Yang smiled without saying a word, and the young man looked carefully. Fang Lingying gently looked up at Buck two or three meters away, frowned, and lowered her head, but the speed of eating was significantly faster.

Xiao Shao had already concluded: "The movements seem very skillful, but it is not necessarily necessary. It means that he is not a professional spatula. Maybe he is taking something else, but he is physically laboured, but... the left leg seems a bit lame? Not obvious, the shoulder muscles and latissimus dorsi are relatively strong, the forearms are very flexible, the skin is very dark, and he spends a long time outdoors. His actual age is younger than he looks. He should be around twenty-six years old. His hands... Humph, he may be better at holding knives... These two knives are controlled knives, and they are still self-made." He thought of going to ask.

Old Yang grabbed him and waved: "Boss, can you help us add some meat?"

Buck really didn't know that the domestic control of knives has suddenly increased in recent years. He nodded and shoveled a little meat with the knife head, then turned around and stretched it over, gently pushed it into the plate here and then retreated. When Lao Yang reached out his hand, he gently reminded his subordinates: "Look at his arm..."

Xiao Shao was a little focused and solemn: "It's very stable! This knife was cut from a spring steel plate and weighed almost ten kilograms. He held it with one hand, and the knife head didn't shake at all?"

Old Yang shook his head gently and stopped reminding him.

He looked at Buck's short-sleeved cuffs. Ba Dacheng's old shirt was a bit soup, which means that it became transparent after washing too much. Old Yang's eyes like an eagle falcon saw that the inner part of Buck's right shoulder seemed to be a little different in color!

The more tanned the person with his arms, the whiter his shoulders will appear. The reason for the comparison looks very obvious. Then it is more obvious on the shoulders, which is more obvious. As long as it is a white shirt, it is easy to see. Among the people Lao Yang comes into contact with, there are only soldiers! Especially field soldiers who have been in service for a long time and have been training for a long time, they will grind such crescent marks on the shoulder hole!

It was an iron-blooded medal that was sharpened countless times with a rifle stock!

Of course, it is not ruled out that other industries also have similar wear, but most of them are shoulder-to-shoulder. However, there has been a case where the police failed based on this speculation. Many outdoor athletes, especially outdoor long-distance swimmers, also have this right shoulder mark. It is said that because swimming ventilation is often chosen to choose the right side, and long-distance thermal swimsuits will rub here.

More importantly, he could not see any military aura from this ordinary young man.

This is his sensitivity as an old detective who has been in the industry for 20 years, but he is most proud of his ten-year military career!

Xiao Shao didn't know Lao Yang's idea, so he put the disposable plate in his hand and stood up: "Do you need to ask first!"

Fang Lingying had no choice but to give up the leisure of tasting delicious food, and forced herself to finish her food in a few bites, but she still greedily wiped the last bit of steamed bun on the bottom of the plate and stuffed it into her mouth. She bulged her cheeks and stood up and was confused: "I'm done, I'm leaving..." She took out a hundred yuan and stuffed it to the little beggar who jumped over immediately. The little beggar was obviously confused about the charges other than these three barbecue, so she looked back at Buck.

Fang Lingying was so choked that she spoke: "Let's find a repair next time!" She turned around and spoke to Lao Yang who had also stood up: "This time..."

Old Yang felt like a mirror in his heart. His subordinate, who had a strong sense of superiority, probably lost his impression in front of the girl, and raised his voice: "Xiao Shao, leave quickly..."

The young policeman who had already walked out two steps frowned. Seeing Fang Lingying walking away quickly, he paused for a moment and followed him.

However, Lao Yang shook his head slightly at his actions. Xiao Shao's actions just now were completely personal emotions. It was a big taboo, and he also lost some points in his heart.

Buck looked lightly at the two men who were leaving there. The bulge of the waist on his right was indeed pistols. When he crossed his clothes, he could even see the handcuffed leather hood. These were the two policemen and probably the detectives.

A chuckled on his face. He had no intention of contempt, but on the battlefield... the police were nothing.

Here, the police can at least calm down. As the police left, the young man who had already been served with barbecue on the other side shouted: "Boss! Give me an explanation! We are here to spend money, and you are beaten by your employees and you will lose money!"

Liu Changyuan, who had been finally pulled away by his parents, was like a little rooster with hair plucked. He turned his head with blood red eyes and was about to rush back. His parents grabbed him alive.

But Buck was indifferent and continued to roast his meat slowly and greeted the customers waiting in line. Disposable plates and convenient chopsticks were handed out by the little beggar. But these diners not only came to eat fresh, but also looked at the freshness. They paid a portion and watched the fun after eating. Isn’t it better to take the plate and whisper to Buck: “No, I’m challenging you…”

Buck was still expressionless, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the skin exposed on his dirty clothes was shiny.

The policeman named Xiao Shao was right, he was a little handsome.

Buck was not handsome at first, but he was 1.8 meters tall, with a strong and strong upper body with an inverted triangle, and there was absolutely no fat on his waist. Now, a dirty T-shirt covered with a long apron, and when tied around his waist, he looked very tall. Although he was wearing a pair of torn slippers, his short flat-headed and dark and shiny skin, paired with the casual cigarette roll, it was said to be unruly or casual and casual. The key was his temperament!
Chapter completed!