Chapter 54

The canteen of the base.

The chef who has been unusually dedicated recently is busy in the kitchen. Because of the heat, the whole canteen is warm.

Fange and Songguang are sitting face to face, with a teapot in the middle. The milk tea in it is still hot. Songguang just came in not long ago, and the milk tea has just been served.

"Drink some, warm yourself up." Fange poured a cup of hot milk tea for Songguang, who just came back from outside and was wrapped in coldness.

A familiar smell entered his nose, and Songguang's cold face softened a little. "You cooked it and added sweet wine."

"I added it secretly when Su was not paying attention." Fange said with a smile.

"He only allows you to touch his pot."

"Chen Li and Lao Yan should be back soon." Fange stretched and leaned lazily on the dining table.

Songguang frowned, all his expressions were like the mask of a robot, and the changes in his expressions were like changing masks. When he frowned, he squeezed the skin between his eyebrows deeply, so that everyone could read his dissatisfaction. The face of an adult should not be so straightforward, so he rarely had any expression.

"You are too risky in this matter."

"I deduced part of it and gambled part of it."

"Why don't you gamble with your own life."

Fange stuck out his tongue, "I'm criticized again."

Songguang looked at him silently. Even if there was no excessive emotion in those glass-like eyes, Fange knew that it was a blame.

"I was wrong. I will consider it more carefully next time." Fange apologized sincerely.

Song Guang was silent for a moment, picked up the teacup and took a sip, "We can't avoid taking risks."

"The Sixth Bureau has been trying to get out of the control of the Fourth Bureau for a long time. They are good at being fence-sitters. They will lean to whichever side the wind blows stronger. I met Song Zan a few days ago. Song Zan will go back to be the director of her Third Bureau next month. I deliberately leaked this matter. The Sixth Bureau dares not offend me now and will definitely not do anything to my people."

"But if Que He doesn't go today."

"This is the part I'm betting on," Fange smiled, "If she doesn't go today, I will go in alone and take them back."

Song Guang tapped his fingers lightly on the table, "Song Zan's umbrella of protection is still too thin."

"The probability of Que He not going today is very small. Her beloved son is in danger. The fire in Tushita Heaven has made her the target of public criticism. She is now the one who has lost all her chips and cannot leave the table."

"Fan Ge, what are you hiding from me." Song Guang's tone was flat, and this sentence was not a question.

Fan Ge was not surprised at all. He nodded frankly, "I have concealed something from you."

"I believe you, I won't ask."

"I also believe you believe me." Fan Ge smiled.

"Let's talk business." Song Guang glanced at him indifferently, and Fan Ge did not read his intention this time.

"Chen Li said before that the logic of Que He or the merchant's behavior was inconsistent. Now it should be very clear that someone is hiding behind the scenes. Two forces are involved in this matter at the same time. It seems that they are all the actions of the merchant. In fact, some people are cautious and set up tricks, while others always act rashly."

"Who is the person hiding behind the scenes?"

"Master Mei."

"He is very powerful and deceived all of us," Song Guang's expression was calm, "but what is his purpose?"

"Que He's purpose is Lao Yan, which is easy to understand," Fan Ge paused, "I have been thinking about Master Mei's target. Is it Chen Li?"

"Do they know each other?"

"No, I don't think there is any hatred between them."

"Master Mei is What kind of person is he?"

"A person who is so busy that he doesn't seem to need sleep."

"Was he the one who burned down the Trayastrimsa Heaven?"

"Ninety percent of the time, it was him."

"Did he suddenly turn against Que He, or did he have other plans from the beginning?"

Fange touched the stubble on his chin. When he was lost in thought, his gray eyes would become lighter. The shape of the light on the table was clearly reflected in his pupils. "Given his personality and experience, I think it should be the latter."

"Then who drove the faceless bionic man, was it him or Que He?"

"This requires the answer from the little friend who met Que He today."

"Where is Master Mei now?" Song Guang continued to ask. He had asked a series of questions, each of which was to the point.

"Now, in his mistress's apartment."

"Didn't you say he was very busy?"

"He has to meet at least five people a day, and now he is mediating between at least sixteen big families. He is a social genius."

"So he has a lot of protectors."

"It should be said that he has a lot of leverage in his hands, but leverage is sometimes a way to prolong your life, but sometimes it may kill you faster."

"Have you decided?"

"I have decided. I hold a grudge," Fan Ge said firmly, "I will not let him go."

"How confident are you?"

"There will be more and more as we go deeper."

Song Guang nodded and lowered his head to take a sip of milk tea. The milk tea was no longer hot, and the taste was warm and rich, with a faint aroma of wine. His shoulders were not as tense as before, and gradually relaxed, "Did Su tell you what we're having tonight?"

Fange looked at the transparent kitchen wall, where the honest figure was still busy. He shook his head, "No, but he said he would make some old flavors full of memories."

"That's just boiled bark in salt water." Songguang joked expressionlessly.

Fange laughed and threatened Songguang that he would tell Su what he said, but Songguang was not afraid at all. Just as he got up and prepared to go to the kitchen to gossip, the door of the restaurant was pushed open a crack, and a thin figure came in.

The person who came was Shanghan, who yawned firmly with his mouth covered. Shanghan had two dark circles under his eyes and his face and lips were pale. It was obvious that he was working overtime day and night and living a miserable life.

"Boss, uncle, good morning." His voice also sounded tired.

"It's already afternoon." Songguang said. "Come and sit down," Fan Ge patted the chair beside him, "Come, come, drink some hot milk tea."

Shang Han picked up a dry bread from the side, took a bite with difficulty, chewed for a long time but couldn't swallow it, took the milk tea handed by Fan Ge and drank a few sips before pressing his chest to pass it, "Boss, the milk tea is cold."

Fan Ge said "ah" and took the aluminum kettle to the kitchen to reheat it.

Song Guang looked at Shang Han chewing the dry bread with difficulty, his cheeks bulging, and suddenly moved the corners of his mouth, revealing a very shallow smile. When he usually had no expression, his facial features were already full of peace, and this smile was a bit of the compassion of gods and Buddhas.

Shang Han was stunned, he had never seen Song Guang smile.

"Don't eat if you can't swallow it." Song Guang said.

At this time, the door of the restaurant was pushed open again, and a strong smell of medicine came in, and Yan Qiang and Chen Li walked in one after another, looking more haggard than Shang Han. Yanqiang casually pulled a chair and sat down. He looked exhausted. He leaned on the table with his elbows and did not move.

"You've worked hard." Songguang nodded to the two of them.

Chen Li sat down next to Yanqiang and rubbed Yanqiang's silver hair casually, as if teasing a depressed big dog, "It's okay, he's probably angry like this."

Songguang nodded and did not ask any more questions.

Fan Ge came out of the kitchen with a teapot, looking happy, "Oh, it's lively today!"

"Didn't you ask us to come here?" Chen Li didn't give him face.

"You're the only one who has a big mouth." Fan Ge scolded.

Shanghan tilted his head, a little confused, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

"No, I came just in time. Let's eat something different today. You must have never eaten it before." Fan Ge said with a smile.

"Should we talk before or after dinner?" Chen Li asked Fan Ge. Fan Ge waved his hand, "Of course, eating is the most important thing."

A few minutes later, the cook Su brought a gun-black square oven, covered it with a lid, and placed it in the center of the dining table. A rich aroma of spices came out from the gap in the lid, mixed with the pungent smell of wood and charcoal, making this originally warm room more homely.

A basket of freshly baked dry biscuits was brought out with the oven equipment. The clean aroma of grain quickly neutralized the pungent smell of fireworks, making the taste of charcoal grilling much milder. This kind of dead dough bread covered with burnt brown spots had long been eliminated by the times, replaced by various softer and fluffy staple foods. In fact, even staple foods are about to be eliminated.

Su walked into the kitchen again, and a table of diners waited quietly.

They were not gentlemen who strictly observed table etiquette, but Su had always had a higher status in food than Fan Ge. And Shanghan, who did not understand these, was not a reckless character.

A few minutes later, Su came out of the kitchen again with an aluminum pot, holding two aluminum spoons in his mouth. After putting down the pot, he threw the spoons into the pancake rack, and then sat down next to Fan Ge.

In the aluminum pot, pieces of vegetables and fruits floated in the red thick soup.

Su did not speak. He folded his hands on his heart, lowered his head and chanted a prayer softly. The language he spoke was ancient and heavy, full of nasal sounds, and no one except Fan Ge could fully understand it.

After singing, Su removed the lid of the pot, revealing the food baked by the residual fire. It was a large amount of minced meat and whole fish, wrapped in crystal grease and red and yellow spice powder.

Fan Ge patted Su's shoulder and whispered a few words in his ear, then Su smiled a little shyly, his two front teeth were big and square, adding a bit of fun to his serious and upright face.

"Eat, eat, why are you so reserved? You're like a bunch of grown girls." Fan Ge raised his voice.

Yong Qiang was a little more energetic at this moment, half-closed his eyes and smiled, "It's not that Brother Pi is not here, there is no sense of crisis."

Fan Ge took the lead in taking a pancake and stuffed it into Shang Han, then took another one and spread it in his palm, saying to Shang Han, "Look, this kind of pancake has three or two layers, you can eat thin or thick, roll it up for grilled meat, stuff it inside for grilled fish, and eat it with soup if it's too dry."

Shang Han listened seriously with a serious face, as if he was learning some new technology.

Food is enough to save everyone. Being full and warm is the lowest level of happiness, but not everyone can be satisfied nowadays.