When Wang Xiaoshuai woke up, he was already in the prison in Heaven County. The prison is made www.biquge.info brick walls and shelves, and the door is made of iron pillars with thick bowl mouths, and the gap between each iron pillar is a palm's width, and no one can get out.

There was no cover in the prison except for the floor covered with dry grass. It's damp and dark inside, and I don't know if it's day or night outside.

Wang Xiaoshuai squinted his eyes and adapted to the environment here, his cell was about ten square meters, fortunately he was not shackled, and it was not like his own time, so many people were locked in one room.

Wang Xiaoshuai struggled to get up, and he ran to the door to take a look at the situation outside the prison.

"When" "Ouch"

Wang Xiaoshuai was startled by something, and when he heard a shout, he realized that there was a person lying in the corner.

Wang Xiaoshuai took a closer look, and saw that the man was over sixty years old, not wearing a prison uniform, and dirty.

"Well, you're ......"

Wang Xiaoshuai saw that the man's hair was sticky together, and as the old man sat slowly, Wang Xiaoshuai saw clearly, it turned out that this old man was the old monk who ate the boiled bullfrog he made that night.

"Old man, how did you get locked up" Wang Xiaoshuai hurriedly squatted down, helped the old monk up, and took a closer look, yes, it was the old man that night.

Wang Xiaoshuai was a little excited to see the old people at this time, and the sadness of the same fallen people.

The old monk rubbed his eyes, saw Wang Xiaoshuai clearly, suddenly opened his eyes angrily, grabbed Wang Xiaoshuai's wrist, and said, "It's you kid, you still owe me a meal, pay it back quickly."

Wang Xiaoshuai broke free of the old monk's hand, rubbed his wrist, and frowned. This old man's hands are really strong!

Wang Xiaoshuai shook his head, the old man watched him taste the food that night, and said that he was still a little crazy, he said angrily: "Old man, this is a prison, where can I cook for you!" ”

The old monk nodded, made a sudden realization, and said: "Well, it's okay, it's okay to eat when your cooking level is higher, and you can learn a little when you eat prison food later."

"What? You say my cooking is not as good as prison food? Wang Xiaoshuai's nose was almost crooked.

Is it okay not to bring such a damaging place? I started cooking when I was five years old, how? Why don't you make a good prison meal?

What is that prison meal? Although I have never been in prison, I have the impression that the prison meal is just a nest head that is too hard to be harder, and there is no cabbage soup or anything like that. Don't talk about your five arts, even if you haven't learned to cook, as long as you have the materials, it will definitely be better than cooking in prison!

"Of course," the old monk raised his eyebrows and said, "Otherwise, why did I come in and go to jail?" ”

"You went to jail just to get food in prison?" Wang Xiaoshuai looked at the old monk suspiciously, he couldn't believe his ears.

"Of course, what kind of royal law can I commit by a person who asks for food?" The old monk said angrily.

Wang Xiaoshuai smiled and said: "Now the world is difficult, if you can't eat outside, it's good to eat here and wait for death" Wang Xiaoshuai is not used to it, seeing this old man crazy and talking nonsense, I want to choke him back when I say it.

Who knew that the old monk didn't laugh angrily, and asked with a smile: "Could it be that you can't get along like me?" ”

"You...... I ......"

Wang Xiaoshuai was choked enough, and when he looked at his clothes again, he sighed.

His own clothes were borrowed from Hualong's childhood. Hualong's family is having a hard time, if the clothes can be changed and can be mended, try to make up for it, and the one you wear is really impossible to make up. It is worn and old, dozens of patches are nailed on the clothes and trousers, plus the scuffle just now, the clothes are scraped and torn, and the flesh is exposed in many places, which is really not as good as what the old monk wears.

No wonder the old monk sees himself as a person like him.

At this moment, a fishy smell came from far and near. Wang Xiaoshuai didn't puff his nose.

The old monk sniffed with his nose, got up happily, ran to the iron fence, and said to Wang Xiaoshuai who was in a daze: "Come on, the meal is here"

In front of the bars of other cells, there were also quickly filled with prisoners, and although the gap in the bars was large, their heads still could not be stretched out, and people's heads were stretched to the limit as much as possible, waiting for prison food.

Wang Xiaoshuai was about to vomit. The fishy smell made his brain hurt, and he held his breath for a long time, exhaled a long time, and hurriedly exhaled a small mouthful, and then choked again.

I heard a shout outside the door: "It's time to eat, everyone line up"

Well? Wang Xiaoshuai felt strange in his heart, the voice of this shouter was gentle, different from the ordinary domineering jailer.

Wang Xiaoshuai pinched his nose, walked to the door of the cell, and saw that the other prisoners at the door of the cell were all licking their lips, and their eyes were full of longing to look in the direction where the fishy smell came from.

What's going on with these people? Could it be that if you enter the abalone, you won't smell it for a long time? Looking at the person who delivered the meal, Wang Xiaoshuai felt even more strange, only to see that the person, dressed as a cook, was carrying two wooden barrels to distribute food to a cell in the distance.

"What? Now the jailers don't care about delivering food? Wang Xiaoshuai looked at the old monk who was looking ahead, and asked.

The old monk was looking at the prison food intently, and when he heard the question, he didn't look back and said, "I don't smell like this, which jailer is willing to deliver food again?" Only this prison cook, he makes his own food and delivers it, and when he goes back, he has to pick up the dishes and wash the dishes by himself."

Wang Xiaoshuai shook his head, why did this come about? Isn't it true that no one cares if this prison cook makes such a nasty thing? It's really like a mustard in prison, and you're going to die anyway, who cares if your food is good or bad? As long as there is food to eat, you look at these prisoners, those eager eyes, it seems that this kind of food is also rare.

Wang Xiaoshuai was thinking about his cell, under the door, opened a small window, and the food was delivered.

Wang Xiaoshuai saw that it was a bowl of rice and a plate of black fish. The strong fishy smell came from this dish of fish. While frowning, the old monk couldn't wait to take a bite of fish meat and chew it, and then the old monk closed his eyes and acted as if he was intoxicated.

Wang Xiaoshuai looked at the old monk's expression, and slowly picked up the chopsticks and grabbed a piece of fish meat in disbelief. looked at it, although the skin of this fish did not look good at all, but the fish meat in it was pure white as milk, and Wang Xiaoshuai tasted it gently.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoshuai's eyes lit up, this fish smelled stinky, tasted fragrant, the meat was tender, mellow and refreshing, and maintained the original taste of mandarin fish. The production method is unique, and the food is fragrant.

"Wow, it's so delicious" Wang Xiaoshuai shouted, like a hungry wolf, pounced and feasted. After a while, I will eat it cleanly.