I am the strongest sheriff on the surface

Le Yun and Zhao Guang walked through the open space in the cave and came to the office one after the other.

In the house, all the traces of the fight between Le Yun and Jin Fangen a few days ago have been cleaned up, but the desk that was split in half by Le Yun has disappeared. There is a space where the desk was originally placed. Didn't have time to add.

The two sat on the sofa, put their feet on the coffee table almost at the same time, lay their heads on their backs with their arms on their backs, and groaned in unison.

Zhao Guang took out the cigarette case and handed it over. Le Yun took out one and put it in his mouth. Then he stood up and got up from the coffee table to get a lighter that someone left behind, lit the cigarette, and passed it over like a lighter.

Zhao Guang reached out to take it, lit a cigarette for himself, and threw the lighter back to the coffee table.

The two of them leaned back with their heads resting on their arms, and looked up at the sky together with cigarettes in their mouths...

The two of them didn't say a word during the whole process, but their movements were extremely natural, without any jerky affectation.

"Le Yun, let alone..."

After a while, Zhao Guang straightened his waist and stretched his waist: "This posture is really comfortable, but it is easy to let people slack off, and it makes me want to retire!"

"Learn from others, eat enough!" Le Yun lowered his eyelids, and said lazily: "People live for this full meal, and no one can escape!"

After saying this, the two fell into a brief silence again.

After a long while, Zhao Guang was the first to speak and said: "The pickle stick praised you for coming, saying that you are capable of handling affairs, because he felt that the conflict with you had not been resolved, and he was embarrassed to praise you in person, so he called me aside to talk about it." , he wants me to convey his kindness, this sentence is his original words!"

This kimchi stick looks rough-skinned and thick-skinned, but I didn't expect it to be quite thin-skinned, but luckily he didn't tell Zhao Guang what I did last night...

Le Yun curled his lips in noncommittal.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Guang continued to ask: "What do you think, let's make a fart!"

Before the words were finished, there was a long puffing sound from under Le Yun's buttocks, which sounded like a bicycle tire had blown air, and then a smell of rotten eggs filled the air, instantly covering the sofa area.

"My Nima..."

Although Zhao Guang was tall, he was extremely flexible. He quickly turned over and jumped up, and retreated five meters away in one step:
"It's been a long time since you shit, this stinky fart is almost catching up with the garbage pile above your head, what the hell is it, it's shit if you hook it up!"

Even if his own fart stinks to death, he still has to hold on. Le Yun sat there without moving, not even a hint of embarrassment.

This Zhao Dabald actually said that I am a douchebag, who the hell can't stand it... "Who is a douchebag, you and the two of you played dodge and jumped out of the circle, didn't you? Why are you so disloyal? If you are a brother, hurry back! "

Le Yun poked his neck and subconsciously retorted, expressing the thoughts in his heart.

Damn, how could it be so unscrupulous... When the voice fell, Le Yun realized something was wrong, he was a little embarrassed, and scratched his head with a reddish face: "That...Brother Guang, you made me fart, this Don't blame me for a while!"

Zhao Guang stood there staring at him, pursed his lips and didn't say a word, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhao Da's bald head is probably angry. This guy is tall and big, so he shouldn't be so narrow-minded... Le Yun felt a little guilty, and wanted to explain again, but he didn't know what to say, so he just closed it mouth.

Slowly, Zhao Guang's eyes became a little confused, as if he had recalled something, he stood there, staring at Le Yun's direction blankly, but obviously his eyes had lost focus.

It took more than five minutes before he came back to his senses, walked to the coffee table with a long breath, and extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Go and get the wine, I'll call the kitchen to get the food."

Zhao Guang's voice was a little low. After saying this, he turned around and left the office.

This guy has played with the two of us deeply, making him look preoccupied... Le Yun pouted as he watched his disappearing back, got up and put out the cigarette butt, and dragged out the cardboard box containing liquor from the side of the sofa.

The wine is here, do you still need to go get it?
You bald Zhao, go run errands and ask for food!

Le Yun smiled sinisterly, as if taking advantage of Zhao Guangtian, crossed his legs and lay back on his back, thinking for a while, his brows wrinkled again.

It shouldn't be like this... He was a little brooding about the fact that he let down his guard just now.

However, Zhao Da's bald head is really interesting, but he went the wrong way... Le Yun shook his head slightly, and the look of regret flashed across his face.

At the same time, in the pantry of the kitchen on the top floor, a fat middle-aged man with big ears and a swollen face was sitting on a chair next to the freezer, holding a large enamel tea mug in his hand. The portable radio was playing an unknown opera, and he blew on the tea leaves floating on the water in the mug with his mouth, took a sip, squinted his eyes, and slapped the beat on his legs.

"Master Pang, Brother Guang is here!"

A young man came out of the inner kitchen, and handed over a snow-white apron: "Let Master Pang cook a few dishes for you to serve with wine!"

"Ok!"

The chunky middle-aged man named Master Pang agreed with his nose, got up and picked up the radio on the freezer, turned around and put the tea mug and radio on the dining table together, and moved it carefully After checking the position twice, he nodded in satisfaction and took the apron.

Tie it around the waist carefully, adjust it left and right, and smooth out any wrinkles on the apron. After thinking about it, Master Pang fished out two pieces of ribs from the freezer, and carefully closed the door of the freezer. He walked into the kitchen with his stomach full.

Throwing the ribs on the vegetable cutting pier on the left, Master Pang turned around, picked a large bone-chopping knife from the neatly hung knives on the wall, looked at the blade, frowned, and turned back to face the vegetable cutting machine. Tun's whetstone was grabbed.

Ok?
Just when he was about to touch the whetstone, Master Pang showed a puzzled expression, bent over and took a closer look, then straightened up and shouted sharply at the young chef: "You boy touched something, didn't you, this whetstone? The knife stone is not where I put it before!"

The young chef quickly replied: "How can it be, I know that Master Pang, your things are not to be touched by others, and there are fixed positions. It is impossible to do such a thing."

This is indeed the case, this kid knows my temper, and dare not touch my things... Master Pang turned around and grabbed the whetstone, only to see a white mark on it, as if it had been scratched by something.

He narrowed his small eyes in boredom, compared them with the whetstone, walked around twice, and stopped in front of the iron-clad wooden door.

After pondering for a few seconds, he opened the wooden door, then squatted down, and brought the whetstone to the angle between the lower edge of the wooden door and the door frame.

I saw that the width of the lower edge of the wooden door was exactly the same as the scratch marks on the whetstone.

This is?

What the hell... Master Pang stood up, and a stern look flashed across his greasy face.