My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

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Since I promised to help escape from prison, Zhang Wensheng's attitude towards me was much better.

The specific manifestation is that when the meal was set, he helped me carry the dinner plate once.

He also explained to me proudly: Wearing this kind of handcuffs, those who haven't practiced can't even lift the dinner plate, and the soup will all be spilled.

With his attitude, it seemed that serving me soup was a great favor and a gesture of goodwill.

Of course, it would be a shame if the soup was spilled, because there is only one meal a day here, which consists of a piece of bread and a bowl of thick soup.

The bread was hard and not very tasty, and the soup was sweet and tasted strange. I gave up after taking a bite and pushed it all to Zhang Wensheng.

He asked me: How can I run without eating?

Asking questions, and not being polite, he dipped the bread in the thick soup, and ate up my share in two or three bites.It seems that he is very used to this kind of rough food.

This person seems to be a habitual criminal who often goes to and from the cell. In this inexplicable pure white classroom, he is more comfortable than staying in a hotel.

I said: These things are not for people to eat at all.

After hearing this, Zhang Wensheng laughed.

He lowered his head and let out a clear laugh, even his shoulders were shaking for a moment.Since I met Zhang Wensheng, I have never seen him smile like this.Of course, this is not a happy smile, he just thinks that I am a bit funny.But after all, he is "smiling" with his whole body, which is very rare.

After he finished laughing, his face darkened again: You are a young man in the early years of the Republic of China. You are used to rich clothes and fine food, and you don't even have the most basic ability to survive. You will starve to death when you go out.

I'm not happy: I'm not hungry now!

This is true. I have woken up to now, and I think it has been several hours, neither feeling hungry, nor feeling wanting to undress and change clothes.I don't feel anything more vivid than aching joints.My body seems to have been pulled apart and then hastily stitched together, and it is not completely integrated yet.

Zhang Wensheng said: You are not used to it...you will naturally get hungry when you think about your favorite food.

I immediately thought of the sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes I gave him on a spring night.

I said: cakes steamed with rice noodles and sweet-scented osmanthus, sweet and melt in the mouth...

This Zhang Wensheng is really not the one I know. The strength I know refused, saying that he doesn't like cakes.The person in front of me just heard me say "melt in the mouth", he swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and spit out the tip of his tongue, as if he had already felt the sweetness of the rice cake.

I thought about it, changed it, and said: "There is also emerald porridge, which is made with lotus leaf soup. Wash and chop fresh lotus leaves and fry the soup. The juice is emerald color."Add sugar and cook fragrant rice porridge. It is light to eat in summer. We eat this.

Zhang Wensheng was squatting opposite me, like a beast, stretching his neck to lick the soup crumbs on his hands to satisfy his hunger, but after hearing what I said, he stopped even licking, squatted on the ground and stared at me, his eyes were piercing. Can emit light.He looked at me as if he could even eat me, I am not me, I am just a bowl of emerald porridge.

I couldn't continue, so I paused and said: I forgot that you have eaten double meals.

Zhang Wensheng swallowed his saliva and said: Yes, I'm full, so I'm not afraid to listen to you seduce me.You can keep talking, I'll just listen.Say it, say it.

I also squatted down, and moved a few steps towards him in the squatting position. We squatted head to head in the cell, and we were like a pair of good brothers squatting on the window side by side.I leaned against him and attached ear canal to him: but these are not my favorites.

Zhang Wensheng's eyes are brighter: what is your favorite food?

I said: put a little salt on the meat.It is made with pork belly. It is a side dish in my hometown. I grew up eating it.Stir-fried mustard greens with pork belly are dried. They are not eaten immediately after frying. They should be put in a tureen and pressed for a few days, and finally steamed before eating.The fat is not greasy, and it is very fresh in the mouth.

After Zhang Wensheng listened, he turned his head away and seemed to wipe the corner of his mouth on his collar.

I remembered what he said about "no change of clothes". Indeed, the clothes he was wearing were a little different from mine. He was wearing a bright orange coat with some stains on the collar and shoulders, which looked very dirty. , not like new.

I was still wearing the military uniform when I left the barracks, but the coat was gone, and I was left with a white shirt.The temperature in this room is so comfortable that there is no heat or cold.I fell asleep and woke up several times, only to realize that I had lost a coat, which I hadn't noticed before.

I poked Zhang Wensheng with my elbow and said: When we go back, I will ask the cook to cook more dishes.At least steam a bowl of salt and press the meat to eat, okay?

Zhang Wensheng gave way to the other side, and said impatiently: When we can go out, you go back to yours, and I go back to mine, that's the deal.

I think he's really boring. We were talking about dinner together, but at this moment he wants to put on a serious attitude of rejecting the water from the well.Obviously he teased me about the delicious food, but in the end, it seemed like I was giving him food and drink in the deep summer night.

And there is one more thing, which makes me feel even more depressed-after talking to him about these foods, my stomach started to stir and groan.

I wasn't hungry when the bread and soup were still around, but I am now.

Zhang Wensheng obviously also heard my hungry stomach screaming, and he still asked knowingly: I heard a sound in your stomach... Are you hungry now?

I didn't want to show weakness in front of him, so I said boldly: How could that be!You heard me wrong!

Zhang Wensheng said: "It's a pity that there are no sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes, emerald porridge, salted meat...

The name of these dishes floating next to my ears can make my stomach feel like a knife, so I simply stopped talking.

I didn't know that I was not talking, but the room suddenly started talking.

Really, as if haunted, the prison itself suddenly let out a cry.

The sound seeped from the ground, from the walls and ceiling, and it was difficult to identify the direction.When I heard this sound, I had a frightening illusion that I was being held in the giant's mouth by the giant, and he was still talking.

That voice came to me, he called me: Young commander!

The voice is not familiar, I feel vaguely familiar with this tone, it seems that I have heard it somewhere, but at this moment it is hard to be sure.

The voice was polite and appropriate, and to me who was curled up in the cell, he said as if he was doing his best: I'm here to pick you up, young commander!