Qin Jiandan left the blood-stained diary and Aku at Lao Wang's fried chicken restaurant. He felt that Lao Wang needed some time to calm down, so he did not continue to disturb them.
Go back the way you came and escort Mu Yue to the police car at the Night Dragon Club headquarters. Mu Yue can then go back to work in the inner city.
Qin Jiandan felt a little reluctant to let go, so he walked slowly and walked to Mu Yue's left front several times to shield her from the wind and rain.
Mu Yue saw that Qin Jiandan wanted to hold an umbrella with her and would not give up even after such a short journey. Should she praise his tenacity or despise his lust?
"My uniform has just been dried." Mu Yue said, slightly avoiding Qin Jiandan, "Forcing to change the umbrella will make the clothes wet. Don't stir up trouble."
Mu Yue, who was wearing a police uniform, sounded like a police officer. Qin Jiandan was dissatisfied: What does it mean to pick quarrels and cause trouble? I want to attack the police! I have to hit it at least 100 times during the honeymoon!
The rain poured down on the old trash can at the corner of the street. It seemed like some small animal was crawling over the lid of the trash can. The police sergeant nervously approached Qin Jiandan.
Eh? Is it a mutated mouse? The little mouse has made great achievements! If there was a movie called "Mutant Mouse Story", I really want to take Mu Yue to the cinema to watch it! Mu Yue crawled into my arms within 10 minutes of the show starting!
"Mu Yue, why are you afraid of mutant rats?"
Qin Jiandan is quite curious about this. Just like the structure of Beast Mother Fatty, questions will linger in his mind until he understands them clearly.
The police chief didn't dare to look at the trash can that made the noise. She held up her umbrella and walked to Qin Jiandan, trying her best to act as if nothing had happened:
"Twelve years ago, on the night of the police car bombing, I saw a mutant rat in the underground parking lot. That was the first time I saw this kind of monster with red eyes and bleeding mouth in the inner city. "
"I wasn't afraid of it at first, and even threw pebbles at it, but something unfortunate soon happened. To me, mutant rats represent a bad omen of losing a loved one, so I don't want to see them."
Mu Yue's tone was calm, but Qin Jiandan could imagine the psychological shadow left on an 8-year-old girl after a terrifying night.
However, the police chief used pebbles to throw mutated mice, which surprised Qin Jiandan. Mu Yue was a bit naughty when she was a child. Nowadays, when I put on the police uniform, I look serious, and I only let out my natural instincts occasionally when I change into cosplay...
There was a police car in front of them, parked behind two armored vans on the right side of the Night Dragon Club headquarters.
The guards at the gate specially set up a rainproof canopy for the police car to prevent it from being corroded by acid rain. The guild's armored van was left unattended. The guards were obviously trying to please the future young master's wife.
"Do you want to go back, Sheriff? Let's take down the rain shelter, please wait a moment!"
While the guards were busy, Mu Yue stopped opposite and remembered that she wanted to ask Qin Jiandan a question:
"It's your turn. I told you about the mutated rats. Why do you like fried chicken so much? You should tell me, right?"
Qin Jiandan smiled bitterly:
"It's not that complicated. It's just that when I was living on the street when I was a kid, I was lucky enough to pick up half a fried chicken. It was the most delicious thing I have ever eaten. I have fallen in love with fried chicken ever since!"
Mu Yue cast a sympathetic look at Qin Jiandan. Although Mu Yue lost her mother very early, Qin Jiandan lived on the streets without a father or mother. Such a tragic childhood experience made people want to care.
Qin Jiandan misunderstood Mu Yue's eyes, and he quickly defended:
"I didn't eat it all! I gave it to my sister! I still don't understand why Linlin didn't fall in love with fried chicken!"
Mu Yue suddenly felt something stir in her heart. She couldn't explain what was so good about this man who fell in love with fried chicken.
"My wish is to investigate the truth behind the "police car bombing case." "Mu Yue's gaze passed through the falling rain curtain at the gate of Yelong Club:
"If this involves the deeper, darker secrets of Ringstone City, I won't stop. What is your wish?"
A few weeks ago, Qin Jiandan's only wish was to hang out with his master and eat all-you-can-eat beer and fried chicken every day.
Now that the most difficult of the three wishes, "a beautiful wife", has taken the bait, Qin Jiandan, as the young master of the Night Dragon Society, has to think longer:
“I want to make fried chicken affordable for everyone.”
"Um?"
"Is it weird?" Qin Jiandan explained with a smile, "If a person works hard but can't even afford fried chicken in the end, then there must be something wrong with the world."
"There's something wrong with Ringstone. Over the years, all I've seen is human trafficking, forced labor, drug abuse, and the betrayal of one's conscience for money and inner-city status."
Mu Yue was silent. She felt that the man in front of her had become taller and majestic. If you want to change Ringstone City, you must challenge the company. That is really a road of no return full of thorns and death.
Qin Jiandan did not think about anything further, he was just discussing his simple wishes:
"I hope that one day, everyone can eat fried chicken, and preferably beer!"
The rainproof shelter had been removed by the guards. Mu Yue unlocked the police car, opened the cab door, got into the car and left the umbrella to Qin Jiandan:
"I want to go back."
Mu Yue's farewell was lukewarm, and did not seem to respond strongly to Qin Jiandan's wish for "beer fried chicken." Qin Jiandan was a little disappointed, but he could only watch the police car start the engine and accelerate into the rain.
Contrary to her calm appearance, Mu Yue's heart was ups and downs. As she held the steering wheel, she felt joy and sadness coming from behind-->>
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Come.
Become an enemy of the company... we might die on the road. If I were to die tomorrow, who should I spend my last night with?
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At night, the neon sign of "Lao Wang Fried Chicken Restaurant" lights up again.
Lao Wang cried bitterly again after seeing his son's diary, but he cheered up and continued to do business that night.
The strong aroma of fried chicken floated into Aku's nose, and the chicken bones left by the customers in the store shone in the eyes of the dwarf rat man. But Aku suppressed his appetite and kept hiding in the kitchen to watch Lao Wang at work.
"Aku, please wait a moment." Lao Wang, whose eyes were swollen from crying, moved the extended chopsticks in his hand:
"My fried chicken is simulated with "animal puree" and "highly compressed bone meal blocks". Now that there are fewer customers, I will make a fried chicken of the right size for you right away! "
"thank you boss!"
Aku, who was afraid of contaminating the stove, stood next to a pile of sealed spice jars. Although she was adopted by Lao Wang as his adopted daughter, she still followed her apprentices and called them "Boss" or "Boss Wang."
Lao Wang didn't mind the title issue. I heard from the young master that Aku's parents had just passed away. How could such a child be called someone else's dad right away?
The fried chicken restaurant has a limited store space. Apart from the kitchen and the dining area for guests, Lao Wang and his two apprentices only live in a bedroom of a few square meters. Even so, Lao Wang also set aside a small independent room for Aku.
He ordered his apprentice to buy a small bed, a small cabinet, and various replica Barbie house accessories from the toy store, and Aku lived in an unprecedented luxurious bedroom.
Boss Wang is very skilled at his business, and he made super-small fried chicken in just a few minutes. He placed the piping hot fried chicken on the edge of the plate and served it to the hungry Aku:
"It's a bit hot, so you can't eat it right away. If you like it, I will make it for you every day from now on."
Boss Wang's concern reminded Ah Ku of her dead friend again. She raised her head and looked at her adoptive father, whose apron was full of grease but looked so cute.
The sudden happiness overwhelmed Aku:
"The elders in the tribe told me that the dwarf rat people are only worthy of eating garbage, being kicked and thrown with stones, and living in the sewers. The boss is willing to take me in. I have already thanked him a lot. How could I have such a beautiful one?" How can I live in a room and eat delicious fried chicken every day? This is something I can’t even dream of!”???..Com
Lao Wang took off his oil-proof gloves and patted Aku's head gently:
"Pygmy rats are human beings too. No one in this world is born to eat garbage and live in sewers. Don't thank me, thank the young master who rescued you from the mine."
Lao Wang stretched his tired cervical vertebrae and looked through the oil-stained lighting glass at a high place. He unexpectedly discovered that the moon was bright tonight and the star-studded night sky seemed to indicate that the rain would pass and the sky would clear up.
"Aku, my fried chicken restaurant can only be officially supported by the young master's personal investment and sponsorship."
Aku didn't understand what "buying shares" meant, so she sat behind the fried chicken plate and listened carefully.
"The young master did not force me to join the Night Dragon Club, because that would require me to hand over part of my income. Although the young master bought shares, he did not accept the dividends. He just wanted me to make more money..."
Aku said in a half-understanding manner:
"The young master is indeed a good person. I learned to write the young master's name from Aunt He. I heard that "Jiandan" represents the sword and the peony. The peony must be a very gentle flower, right? "
Boss Wang's face was covered with worry:
"The young master's master, the president of the Night Dragon Society, hopes that the young master will hold a sharp sword, overcome thorns and thorns, walk through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and build a kingdom where flowers bloom."
"But I heard that the president pays too much attention to talents. People without talents are just weeds that can be burned at will."
Aku blinked:
"Are weeds bad? I think the Night Dragon Society are all good people. In order to protect this piece of paradise and the fried chicken on the plate, there is nothing wrong with burning me to win."
Boss Wang shook his head. He slapped his painful back and sat down in front of Aku:
"Unlike you, ordinary people are very afraid of death. Many people are also afraid of the President of the Night Dragon Society, because he can decide who is a flower and who is a weed just based on preference."
"Aku, what I like most about the young master is that even if we have neither status nor ability, the young master will not look down on us because of it. The young master told me that he hopes that one day everyone can easily eat fried food. Chickens, no longer will their heads be broken or even their lives will be lost because of a piece of fried chicken.”
"I am an incompetent person and cannot follow the young master to accomplish such a great thing. I can only continue to study fried chicken and strive for the day when I can produce fried chicken that satisfies everyone."
Aku felt that her adoptive father was talking about something serious. Although the fried chicken on the plate made her salivate, she still endured and wanted to hear what her adoptive father had to say.
"I think that only the country of flowers established by the young master will be able to tolerate weeds in the future. We weeds will one day be able to live with dignity with our own hands under the protection of the young master."
Seeing that the fried chicken was at the right temperature, Lao Wang urged Aku to eat it quickly. When Aku took a bite, the unique crunchy yet soft texture and rich flavor mixed together moved her to tears:
"Boss, let's work hard together!"
On this day, the dwarf rats stayed away from the dark underground lair, got rid of the inhumane and heavy hard labor, and gained the freedom of fried chicken.
(The end of the third volume, remember to vote for the hippopotamus who doesn’t have fried chicken!)
