Hearing Jason's words, Edward's face changed.
The already tired face was even paler at this time.
The leader of the special operations team said with trembling lips: "I promised, of course I won't renege on my debt, but you don't have to be in a hurry, right?"
"certainly."
"So, I didn't go yesterday."
Jason replied seriously.
Someone invited you to dinner yesterday!
Edward roared inwardly.
Even, at this moment, the leader of the special operations team began to wonder whether Jason had caught this guy related to the "Ghost Squad" a long time ago, and he didn't call him until now, in order to make it more legitimate going for breakfast.
No!
This guy might just tie up a passerby for food!
Well, very likely!
Do you want to wake up the guy in the back seat, interrogate, and delay the time for everyone who needs breakfast
Just when Edward was seriously thinking about the feasibility of this plan, Jason spoke again.
"It's almost dawn, good time for breakfast."
Jason still had that indifferent tone.
However, the inexplicable Edward felt that Jason was very dangerous at this time, and he had better not play tricks.
Finally, Edward gritted his teeth.
At worst, I'll pay my wages on top of it!
With this in mind, Edward stepped on the gas pedal.
The car rushed out and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.
…
For a poor person, a free daily meal at work is really a boon.
Little Banshee receives this gift three times a day.
Even if it's not delicious, it's timed and fixed, rain or shine.
Today, though, is a little different.
He... leads a dog.
When returning to the police station from the "Watchdog Pastry House" yesterday, little Bansy found it at the corner of Pea Bean Street. I don't know why I looked at it through the car window, looking at it in the cold wind, hiding in the corner When I saw a stray dog, my stomach was full, and a part of Bancy's heart that kept pantothenic acid was touched.
Then, he decided to adopt it.
And, give it a name "Private".
Private is a khaki dog.
It is of medium size, and when it is on all fours, its head can reach above Bancy's knees.
But it's skinny, making it look smaller than it actually is.
However, his eyes were extremely fierce.
Ordinary people will be terrified when they look at each other.
Only when he was close to little Banxi, his eyes would be soft, as if he saw the same kind.
"Private, let's go."
"I'll take you to dinner."
"No barking, no disturbing others, no table."
Little Bancy exhorted 'Private'.
He also wants to buy some special dog food for 'Private'.
But he has no money.
Thinking of this, little Bancy touched the dog's head of 'Private' apologetically.
Then, get ready to move on.
But at this time, Little Bansy suddenly found that something was wrong with 'Private'.
The fierce eyes became timid.
The tail is even more clamped.
Looking at the direction of the cafeteria, he kept retreating.
Little Bansy was taken aback.
Although "Private" was adopted not long ago, "Private" performed well enough, and his bravery and determination made him very happy.
What's in the cafeteria...
hiss!
With curiosity, little Bancy looked into the cafeteria.
Immediately, there was a gasp.
what did he see
He saw the appearance of holding a thermos that required two people to lift, being held in one hand by Mr. Jason, and drinking with his neck raised.
He saw a ham sandwich the size of an ordinary person's palm, and Mr. Jason took a bite.
He saw the fried egg with soy sauce disappearing into Lord Jason's mouth at two or three speeds.
Rumble!
It was like a bolt from the blue.
Little Bansy froze in place.
He opened his mouth wide to say something, but he couldn't say anything mysteriously.
Edward walked over silently and patted little Bancy on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry everyone."
"I… "
When Edward was about to say something, Bancy had already rushed in.
Of course, he didn't rush to Jason, but to the back kitchen.
He wants to find some food.
Even just a little is enough.
Can…
The kitchen is clean.
Not to mention the food, even the table looks like it has been licked, clean as new.
Bancy looked at the chef who was standing in a trance in the kitchen.
"Where's the food?"
"There should be breakfast for at least 30 people?"
He couldn't help asking.
Breakfast in the police station is not for everyone, but for night shift officers.
He admitted that His Excellency Jason can eat, but it is absolutely impossible to finish breakfast for 30 people.
"It's all there."
The chef pointed at Jason, his voice trembling.
As a chef, he has seen edible, but this edible...
He met for the first time.
Horror!
It was his most authentic reaction at the moment.
However, for some reason, watching the man gobble up all the food he made, a strange sense of pride began to rise from the bottom of his heart.
Oddly enough, the chef asked Jason.
"There are still some ingredients, Mr. Jason, do you need any more?"
"certainly."
Jason nodded.
The chef, who had never been recognized in the real sense, began to work overtime at a rate that was twice as fast as usual, as if he had been recognized by heaven and earth.
When Jason walked out of the cafeteria, the chef experienced tired joy.
He leaned against the wall, watching those who came in, waving his arms.
"there is none left!"
“Breakfast is gone!”
"You guys are late!"
After many years, he finally shouted this sentence.
Seeing the astonished faces of those people, he heaved a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.
Hmph, let you say that my cooking is unpalatable!
You just don't know how to appreciate it!
But, someone understands!
Such a person is worthy of my efforts!
The chef clenched his fist with his right hand, raised his head slightly, and the corners of his eyes were almost wet.
Little Bansy walked out of the cafeteria in a daze.
Unbearable, Edward patted Bansy on the shoulder again, took out the sandwich he had secretly hidden, broke it in half, and handed it to Bansy.
"Less is better than nothing."
Edward comforted his assistant like this.
Little Bancy nodded. He pulled out the ham from the sandwich and handed it to 'Private', eating the lettuce and slices of bread by himself.
Without the meaty flavor of the ham, the sandwich became even more unpalatable.
Gillick's poor cooking skills are more and more vivid.
I really don't know how Master Jason ate so much.
Little Bancy was still thinking about it, when he noticed that the 'Private' had vomited out the ham just now. The dog looked insulted and wronged, and then tugged on Little Bancy's trousers.
"Although it's unpalatable, it's better than nothing."
Little Bancy comforted 'Private'.
But 'Private' was no Bancy, and did not accept such consolations at all.
It tugged on little Bancy's trousers again, and then ran directly towards the small door on the side of the cafeteria.
"Wait for me, Private!"
Little Bansy stuffed half of the ham-missing sandwich into his mouth three or two times, and chased after him.
Outside the door is a row of trash cans.
'Private' was crouching there, watching the little Bancy who ran out wagging his tail.
"You want me to go through the trash can with you?"
"Or do you want to express that the food made by Gillick is not as good as garbage?"
"You are an adopted dog. You can no longer do things like digging through the trash can."
After little Bancy gave a wry smile, he ordered 'Private'.
Then, he was ready to lead the 'Private' to leave.
At worst, ask Ada to borrow some money and buy some breakfast.
Little Bansy has made up his mind.
But when he turned around, 'Private' suddenly pulled down the nearest trash can.
The trash can was dumped, the trash cover flew out, and the contents of the trash can immediately flowed out.
The stench that covers the nose.
Dazzling scarlet.
In the rolling liquid, there are heart, liver, spleen, stomach, kidney...