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Chapter 187 At the same time in the cafeteria next door

The food standards in the Secret Service cafeteria are really high.

Wang Yunxiao got up in the morning, took the number plate given by the hospital and went downstairs. He ordered four large buns stuffed with beef, a bowl of haggis soup, and two tea eggs. After eating, he felt like oil was coming out of the corners of his mouth. .

I don't know what happened last night, but I thought I was bandaged and there would be no problem. When I walked to the door of the building and blew a little cool breeze, I fainted all of a sudden.

The doctor said he had lost too much blood and specifically told him to eat well and take good care of himself.

Regarding this kind of advice, Wang Yunxiao has always been kind-hearted.

You're laughing so hard, the cafeteria has free self-service, and you're not afraid that I'll take my brothers with me to eat at your cafeteria and it will go bankrupt!

The haggis soup in the canteen of the Secret Service is very well prepared.

In the future, those chain "XX Sheep Soup" on the market actually have no necessary connection with sheep. The milky white soup color cannot be said to be Sanhua Evaporated Milk Bar, it is the same thing.

The real haggis soup must be cloudy and off-white.

The sheep must be killed freshly, washed with fresh water, cut into large pieces and put into a pot for cooking. The ratio of haggis to soup and water should be 70 to 30, with haggis accounting for 70%. The haggis is mainly eaten, and the soup is an accessory.

And the last and most important secret is that in addition to the well-known condiments such as green onion, coriander, and white pepper noodles, there must be fresh fennel.

The mutton soup without chopped fennel is just like the mutton steamed bun without sugar and garlic. It is a thing to fool foreign tourists.

The halal cuisine in Tianmen City is of its own kind and unique.

Wang Yunxiao took a sip of the mutton soup here and concluded that there must be a senior halal chef in the back kitchen of the cafeteria.

After finishing a bowl of haggis soup with double peppercorns, sweat started to form on my forehead.

Wang Yunxiao was eating with his head down and his mouth was slipping, when there was a soft clang sound from the opposite side, and someone put down the dinner plate.

"Brother, which team are you on?"

After hearing the greeting from the person opposite, Wang Yunxiao did not pay attention to him at the first time, but turned his head and looked around.

At five o'clock in the morning, there were not many people in the cafeteria, and all seats were empty. This meant that people were here just for me.

Then he turned around and looked at the person in front of him.

This is a young man who is only a few years older than himself. He has a shaved head, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a strong body, two bare arms, and bandages on his forearms.

It's not the medical bandage on Wang Yunxiao's hand, but the kind of cloth bandage used for boxing practice.

You can smell the blood emanating from the bandage from across the table.

Although Wang Yunxiao didn't really like this kind of person who came up to chat out of nowhere, the warm smile on the other person's face still somewhat diluted some of the negative impressions of the first meeting.

Wang Yunxiao shook his head, said nothing, and continued to eat.

The young man opposite didn't care about his attitude. He clasped his hands and smiled: "I'm taking the liberty. I'm Han Bin, the captain of the Wushu Association team. I don't know what I call my brother?"

Seeing how polite he was, Wang Yunxiao couldn't turn a blind eye any longer. He stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other person, and said simply: "Nantong District, Wang Yunxiao."

"Wang Yunxiao..."

Han Bin rolled his eyes and asked tentatively: "I heard that there was a ruthless person in Nantong District recently. He was holding a sharp knife and killing people on the street. Could it be you?"

Good guy, it’s true that good things don’t go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. Wang Yunxiao shrugged and was speechless.

However, Han Bin still didn't intend to let him go, and couldn't help but ask again: "Brother Wang, I think you have practiced martial arts? I don't know which sect you are from?"

Wang Yunxiao put down the haggis soup in his hand, looked at Han Bin and said seriously: "Brother, what do you want to do? If you have anything to say, just say it."

Han Bin smiled and said: "I think you are quite powerful and I want to compete with you."

Wang Yunxiao lowered his head and glanced at himself who was almost wrapped into a rice dumpling, and couldn't help but ask: "You see I'm like this, you have the nerve to compete with me?"

Han Bin laughed and said: "Stop it, how can any really sick person eat beef stuffed buns and haggis soup so early in the morning? And this time we have so many teams participating in the war, you are the first to get up from the bed to eat Early, this means you are the most powerful among our group! If I don't look for you, who will I look for?"

Wang Yunxiao looked at him with no oily skin on his body, and thought to himself, are you praising me or yourself?

It’s true that I just got up, but looking at your posture, do you think you just came back from a run?

Just when he was about to complain, another young man walked in from outside the door. His face was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes. It looked like he had not had a good rest, and he might not have even slept all night. He was swaying Walk towards the meal window.

Han Bin's eyes lit up when he saw the number plate in his hand, dropped Wang Yunxiao and ran over.

Within two minutes, that guy was also dragged over by him.

"Come on, let me introduce you."

Han Bin stretched out his thick and powerful arms and hugged the newcomer's neck: "This brother is amazing, you know the customs, right? This is a flower at the Binhai Pier, Mr. Yan Yuanyan, known as the romantic wanderer Jiu Wenlong..."

"I'm not! Stop talking nonsense! Let me go!"

The victim blushed and tried to free himself from his hold.

"It's Yan Yu'an, three words! Don't read them together! I don't have that many nicknames!"

"Ah yes, Yan Yuan..."

Han Bin slapped himself in the mouth with his backhand: "Yan, Yu, An, I remember this time! Then who... I will introduce to you again..."

"No introduction is needed."

While he was slapping her, Yan Yu'an finally broke free, immediately pulled away a little, and then hugged his fists towards Wang Yunxiao: "Isn't that Wang Yunxiao from Nantong District? I have admired you for a long time..."

"Yes, this is the one known as Little Tornado King Da Scar by people in the world..."

"You are the little whirlwind, you are the big scar!"

Wang Yunxiao shouted angrily: "Do you see where I have scars?"

Who the hell did you listen to? Why did you just open your mouth?

Han Bin was stunned, looked at Yan Yu'an, then at Wang Yunxiao, and touched the back of his head somewhat unconfidently.

"Don't listen to his nonsense."

Yan Yu'an sighed and stretched out his hand towards Wang Yunxiao: "Let's get to know each other again, Yan Yu'an from the Westernization School, the captain of the temporary team No. 103. This lunatic is Han Bin from the Bagua Sect, the captain of the temporary team No. 108. Wang Yunxiao, temporary No. 101 Captain of Team , am I right?"

Han Bin thought for a while, then suddenly realized, he stared at Wang Yunxiao and said: "You kid really hides everything, I can only rank 108, but you can actually rank 101, you must be very good, right? Hurry up and eat, let's finish the meal Let’s go out and spar!”

(End of this chapter)