The district also has a boss. His name is Flower Monk. The main reason is that his appearance is the same as the actor who played the flower monk Lu Zhishen in the old Water Margin. Look. Honest. But the face has a hideous expression. This man is extremely hard-working. It is said that he did work as a monk in the Shaolin Temple before. After a few years of Shaolin Kung Fu. Fight alone. The whole prison. Nor did he have any opponents.

District, Area B. Also market because of the time of eating. They didn't get a good meal and they fought. So when it's time to eat. A bunch of prison guards looked at these two boss-level characters to death.

The two of them are also far away. One at the south end of the great restaurant. One in the north head. Basically, I can't see it. Even if we met. In the absence of contradictions. It's also an arch of hands. It's kind of a hello.

Ye Shaofeng is from Zone B. So. Sit inside the Great Lama camp. At mealtime. Ye Shaofeng's rice is a small stove. The staple is a large bowl of rice. It's not just white rice. And. There is also a vegetarian dish and a bowl of braised pork. And chicken legs. Even. And a bowl of seafood soup. Four dishes and one soup. Two meat and two vegetarian dishes. Large white rice. This treatment. In this prison. I haven't seen it.

Before. There was also a district party secretary who was imprisoned here. I have never received such generous care. Eating such a good thing. The big scar looks greedy. Ordinary mortals. It may only take a month to eat the last meat. Although all the flesh has to give a big scar. But those meats and together. It's not as oily as that bowl of braised pork. It's not as fragrant as that drumstick. The big scar is greedy. Stabbed a prisoner in the cheek of a monkey with a sharp beak next to him. He asked, "Who is that kid?" New to the city."

"Big brother. You're talking about him. This person seems to be called Ye Shaofeng. I've heard it's pretty awesome to mess around outside."

"Awesome. Grass. Can you still go to jail. Tell you. Even I count. It's not awesome. Because. It's really awesome. Definitely won't go to jail." Big Scar said.

"Big brother. You're different. You're awesome anywhere. Bull Lightning." Sharp-beaked monkey cheeks slapping ass. The big scar slapped the sharp-billed monkey's cheek in the face. said, "Don't fuck fart."

At this time. The little brother who gave Big Scar a meal is back. Holding two black nest heads. And then there are a few stacks of dishes. A bowl of boiled water.

"What's this rice. , yes. Isn't there meat today?" The big scar screamed.

"Big brother. Don't we do this every day? There is no day of meat." The younger brother said.

The big scar bit the head of the nest angrily. Then he looked at Ye Shaofeng in the distance. Ye Shaofeng was eating chicken legs in a big gulp. Big scar, this gluttonous mouth. It's almost saliva.

The big scar pointed at Ye Shaofeng. Said to the little brother next to him: "You guys. Past. Bring me all the braised pork and the bowl of rice he had that night. It's small, and you can't lift the rules. Come here. Don't say to make offerings to Lao Tzu. Sit and eat by yourself. Grass."

A few little brothers led by the sharp-beaked monkey gills. Stand up. He staggered towards Ye Shaofeng. Several prison guards in the cafeteria saw the scene. Monofilament indifferent. Something like that. It happens here almost every day. As long as no one is killed. They make a fuss. Even if it kills people. Let's talk about it here. It's not a big deal. The prison guards didn't bother to take care of it.

Ye Shaofeng was eating. I felt a few more figures behind me. He didn't care. Keep eating.

A gust of wind behind you. A slap on the head. The prisoner who patted Ye Shaofeng's head felt as if his hand had been on a stone. The palms of the hands are numb.

Ye Shaofeng turned around. Behind. Five people. Each shoulders are big and the waist is round. Fierce and vicious. Ye Shaofeng's eyes were dull. A dying man. There's really nothing to look forward to. He looked at the men. said, "What are you doing?"

"You're new." The sharp-beaked monkey asked.

"It's early." Ye Shaofeng said.

"Don't me, me poor. Come here. You have to follow our rules. Tell you. Later. Served the meal. Send it to the eldest brother first. Over here. The eldest brother is his own father. It's my grandfather. You have to be honored. You know." Sharp-beaked monkey cheeks said.

Ye Shaofeng smiled contemptuously. Feel like they think of this kind of rogue logic. It's too level. These people. That's the only way to do it here.

Anyway, Ye Shaofeng also has more rice. Alone. Ate most of the bowl. Almost survived. He's pretty much eating, too. Said: "Okay. I'm full anyway. Take the food." After speaking. Ye Shaofeng stood up. Left the cafeteria.

A few younger brothers took all the leftover meals from Ye Shaofeng to the big scar. Big scars really don't dislike it. Eat it in big gulps. While eating, he said, ",,. It's not the same to open a small stove. The amount of food is huge. Seemingly. Our district. A wealthy family came. Hahaha."

Distance. The flower monk looked at this side. Gritted his teeth with hatred. Thought. Why doesn't Lao Tzu have such a person here? Watching the big scar eat fragrant and drink spicy. I can only eat the chaff. He sensed that fate was too unfair.

At night. Ye Shaofeng is sleeping. The prison guards came. Holding a plastic bag. Throw it into the trumpet. said, "The people above asked us to send it to you. Beef in sauce. And this." Talking. A green bottle of two pots was also thrown to Ye Shaofeng's side.

In prison. You can eat beef with sauce. Drink on wine. This is comparable to being an emperor. Several of the prisoners around him had red eyes at the time. Staring at Ye Shaofeng. The big scar didn't have the same number as Ye Shaofeng. But when Ye Shaofeng opened the bottle of two pot heads. After a smell of wine wafted out. Almost. The entire mortals of Area B have been turned into hungry wolves. For the sake of these two taels of liquor. It seems like a fight.

Ye Shaofeng took a sip. It's a bit bitter. It's a bit choking. I'm usually used to drinking Moutai. Wuliangye. Accustomed to drinking Lafite. XO. It's really a little uncomfortable with this Erguotou now.Instead of drinking Erguotou, it's better to have the Tiger Wolf Beer that they represent in Longtang.

After taking a sip, Ye Shaofeng felt that it was not delicious. Close the lid of the wine. Throw it on the ground. Then I took another bite of beef in sauce. It also tastes extremely unpalatable. Hard again. And. Too much seasoning is missing. Accustomed to eating in five-star hotels. Ye Shaofeng, who is used to eating high-end Western food. Eating this. It feels like eating poop. I want to throw up.

And. He doesn't have any joy in life right now. Not to mention the sauce beef and the second pot head. Even if it's for him to put a full table now. Nor did he have the slightest pleasure or hope. The Dying. What else could you hope for......