Warwick the Godfather of Terra

"Ugh."

Sighing, Warwick tidied up his things, took out the charcoal stove from the stall, sat on the ground and took out the steamed buns and bread crusts.

The crust is spread with cheap synthetic butter and sprinkled with some synthetic sugar.

Spread some cheap beaten egg liquid on the steamed buns and sprinkle some cumin and chili powder.

The werewolf opened his mouth and warmed himself with a raging fire, and immediately a strong fragrance filled the air.

After a while, several children were attracted over, wearing tattered clothes, looked at them, and then turned and ran away.

In less than ten minutes, Warwick's stall was filled with children waiting to eat steamed buns and bread crusts.

That's why werewolves come out so late at night.

Lao Fan admits that he is not a good person. After all, he killed many people several years ago.

I used to live with my daughter on Jiuhua Street and basically had no contact with any infected people.

Later, when he was out stocking goods, Lao Fan saw this group of kids who were fighting over even a piece of white paper.

His heart was deeply touched.

Slums, slums, how can you call it a slum if it’s not poor and not populated?

The werewolf knew the special nature of the Terra world, so he did not go to find Brother Wei.

He knew that even if Wei Yanwu wanted to manage it, he couldn't.

He didn't go looking for the Rat King either.

He knew that it was already very hard for Brother Lin to maintain public order here and prevent large-scale bloodshed.

So, from that day on, he would come here every night and bake steamed buns and bread crusts overnight.

It was such a good thing that he was afraid that the children would get used to it and wouldn’t be able to eat it in the future.

Multi-grain steamed buns and bread crusts are the only baked goods these children can eat and afford.

A werewolf's body will not feel tired or exhausted. Instead of staying at home playing with the dog and daydreaming, he would rather watch these children.

"Thank you uncle."

Throwing down a coin and picking up a piece of perfectly baked bread crust sprinkled with sugar from the stove, a little girl who was in the process of changing her teeth waved her hand with a few Originium crystals on it vigorously at the werewolf.

The smile on his face was no different from the cheers he showed when he was drinking and socializing in his own store during the day.

But the cost required is indeed very different.

A meal that costs hundreds of Longmen coins and a piece of toast that costs fifty cents can bring the same happiness to different people.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Looking at all the tall, short, fat and thin people coming here to buy things, Warwick felt that he was living a meaningful life.

This included working with Wei Yanwu to establish Zuan Technology Company, creating various protective products, and researching affordable mobile tools so that Originium would no longer monopolize the market.

Lao Fan has always agreed with one sentence.

If you think a place is not good, then go and build it.

Now Lao Fan is building it.

Fortunately, he has enough ability this time to do something.

The steamed bread slices and bread crusts on the charcoal fire kept changing, and the bag beside him gradually became empty.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer little kids queuing up, and the sky gradually became brighter.

The last crust of bread was sold out and the night market was cleared out.

Warwick sat up. His digitized body prevented him from getting tired and requiring no sleep.

The darkness in the sky has now been torn apart by the light. The sun slowly emerges from the sky and selflessly spreads the same sunlight to the earth.

The werewolf finished cleaning the charcoal stove and narrowed his eyes.

Well, it’s nice weather again today.

He looked back at the empty bag and sighed.

Multi-grain steamed buns are easy to make, but the bread crust is not so easy to make.

Take a chance to go to Qiecheng these two days.

Chapter 6: Whatever Wei Yanwu and Lin Gerui can’t take care of, I, Warwick, will take care of!

The entrance of Longmen Restaurant.

The current Longmen Restaurant has been in operation for several years, and especially with the strong support of Chief Wei and Madam Wen Yue, it has expanded its business to offer everything from midnight snacks to breakfast, and is already showing signs of becoming the largest restaurant in Longmen.

Of course, its scale is still incomparable to Chaolongshan Hotel.

"Give me fifty fried dough sticks and eighty barbecued pork buns."

Warwick looked at the big pot of white buns that had just come out and sighed.

"Add twenty more... no, fifty sticky rice chicken."

The guy who was packing the food was also an acquaintance. After all, in the catering industry, everyone was in the same industry. He watched Warwick coming on his bike and laughed as he packed the food for him skillfully.

"Boss Fan, you should buy some to feed the dog today."

As he said this, he handed over fifty fried dough sticks.

Warwick draped the churro over the child seat in the back.

"Yes."

The young man packed three baskets of barbecued pork while smiling and handed them to the werewolf.

"Then why hasn't your dog died of overeating after being fed for so many years?"

After saying that, he pointed to his companion who was coming out from behind carrying a bag of glutinous rice and chicken.

"We have nearly a hundred employees in the store, but they don't eat as much as your dog."

Warwick took the sticky rice and chicken and glanced at the waiter.

"Then I'll go to the dumpling restaurant and buy dumplings next time?"

The guy quickly apologized with a smile.

"Oh, no, please don't. Our morning sales have dropped by at least 50 percent since you left. Don't be so mean to me. Today's soup is kelp and pork ribs. How much do you want?"

Warwick handed over a stainless steel bucket.

"Old rules, full."

The waiter took it as if nothing had happened, and soon came back with a full bucket of soup.

He handed it over and watched Warwick take it and put the lid on it. The guy shook his hand and smiled bitterly.

"Boss Fan, let me tell you, I do nothing but serve you breakfast every day, and I'm almost developing a powerful arm."

The werewolf rolled his eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense. I still have the money deposited with you. Keep deducting it. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he rode away on his motorcycle, loaded with fifty fried dough sticks, eighty barbecued pork buns, fifty glutinous rice chicken, and carrying a bucket of kelp and pork ribs soup.

The Ursus brothers who had just arrived at Longmen and were invited to have breakfast were stunned. Looking at Warwick who was carrying a lot of bags home as if he was fleeing, they stood there with their mouths open for a long time before they asked in the common language with a strong Ursus accent.

"Who is that? Are you buying so many things to store food for the war?"

The guys at Longmen naturally had to be proficient in the common language. Upon hearing this, they quickly turned around and pointed with their thumbs up.

"We are a strange man here. People buy these things to feed their dogs."

Brother Ursus was even more confused after hearing this.

"Feeding the dogs? No kidding, this much food is enough for many people."

The guy sighed.

"Yeah, we don't know what kind of dog they feed."

And Warwick, who was in the air, was heading home with a cart full of things.

The werewolf was telling the truth, he did go back to feed the dogs.

"Oh, no, no, I don't want it."

He rode his motorcycle, which he had used last night and came back with, all the way back to his own yard in the slum. As soon as he entered the yard, the werewolf saw Ceobe lying on a recliner, kicking and digging with her hands and feet, rolling around in the cricket pupae.

If it were the first few days two years ago, Warwick would have been puzzled.

I thought the child might have been possessed by something bad.

The werewolves are now used to it.

Why do you think you are making an iron rocking chair?

This stupid dog has broken four of the wooden ones into pieces, okay!

"Wake up, wake up, dog."

He walked to the side and picked up the towel that had been pushed to the ground by Keobe, and put it aside. The werewolf patted the dog's head with his claws.

However, Ceobe continued digging as if she had heard nothing.

The werewolf sighed.

"Xiao Ke, it's time to eat."

Suddenly, a yellow lightning shot up.

"Have you eaten yet? Have you eaten yet? Where's the food?"

Holding Warwick's legs, Ceobe, with sleepy eyes, swayed left and right and looked around.

The werewolf didn't know what to say. It seemed that the child had a reflex reaction to the word "rice", especially when it came from his own mouth.

But it's not right to say that this child has no sense of vigilance.

One night, a foolish guy actually came here and tried to steal something.

When Warwick came back the next day, he found Xiaoke lying on the wooden rocking chair, kicking and digging with his hands and feet. On the ground next to him, there was a person nailed to the ground by a mess of parts.

It was really nailed to the ground. The seams of his clothes were just like those of others, and he was nailed firmly to the ground.

Therefore, Warwick's feelings towards Ceobe are complicated.

You say that this dog is incompetent as a guard dog, but she has indeed caught a thief.

But if you say she is competent, if a guard dog on Earth destroyed five doghouses in a row, it should definitely be thrown out.

"Okay, okay, now that you're awake, go wash your face and get ready for dinner."

Patting the silly dog's head, the werewolf said.

"Uncle, you're back!"

It was not until this time that Ceobe, who was still looking for food, discovered Warwick.

He quickly threw himself into the werewolf's arms and rubbed against him desperately.

Stroking the silly girl's head of soft yellow fur, the werewolf felt both pity and helplessness.

This child is always so affectionate to him no matter when he sees him, just like the big yellow dog he had when he was on Earth.

But the problem is, this girl is not a dog. Although she is from the Pelo tribe, she is a grown girl after all, and she has developed well. Even after coming to Longmen, her growth rate has increased again.

If I hadn't forced myself to stay calm, if I were hugged like this every day, I would inevitably lose control one day and do something that would anger everyone.

But if that day ever comes...

The werewolf thought about it and thought that with Xiaoke's brain, it would be quite difficult for him to find out what happened.

"Go, go, go wash your hands."

Patting the silly dog's cheek that was rubbing against his face, and seeing her raise her head with a confused look on her face, the werewolf had no choice but to tell her again without getting tired of it.

"Oh!"

Ceobe agreed readily and was about to lick her paw with her tongue.