"This..." Seeing Qian Niu Manfu's eyes flashed, he was a little inseparable.

Money is a good thing, and one thousand French dollars is enough for me to work hard for most of my life. "Mr. Zhang, you..." He likes money, but he is not stupid. He has also learned some skills in cooking in the Military Commission.

"Haha..." Zhang Li glanced at the old Niu's wife and smiled: "I need help from a small matter."

"Small things?" He is not convinced by giving me so much money for small things.

Zhang Li shook his head and sighed, "To be honest, a relative at home was arrested by your Military Affairs Bureau and was locked in a dark cell. He could not see anyone but die or die.

His parents asked me to find someone to ask, but I didn't have the ability. In the end, the two old people made a request to make stutters for their son so that he would not be a starving ghost.

Only then did I find out about Master Niu’s place, and the two old people told me that my children like to eat sweet potato buns since I was a child and like to eat sweets.

I want Master Niu to help make some new steamed buns and add some sugar to the noodles, which will satisfy my parents’ wishes.”

Niu Manfu, a person in his forties, naturally understands the mood of being a parent and nods unconsciously. This is not a big deal. He hesitated and said: "You can make sweet potato steamed buns, but this sugar bureau does not give them all, and I don't even want to make them."

Zhang Li seemed to be ready, so he took out a small package from his body and put it on the table to open it, "This is a pound of old rock candy. Please let Master Niu deal with it and put it in when making steamed buns. Eat for two days, the sugar content on the first day is less, and the amount of it is added the next day."

Looking at the yellowed old rock sugar, this is a good thing, with high sugar content, and a pound of can match a few pounds of white sugar.

"Okay, okay, as long as there are sugar sweet potato buns, I will make them tomorrow to ensure that they eat sweet food." Niu Manfu patted his chest and promised.

"For this reason, please Master Niu," Zhang Li stood up and folded his fists to thank him. After he left, the couple laughed in a low voice and trembled with excitement.

"Now, if you have money to marry a wife for your son, you have to do things for others tomorrow, and maybe there will be rewards."

Niu Manfu glanced at his wife, threw the money to her, and sat there thinking. This matter was strange. The one who could be arrested by the Military Commission was either the Communist Party or the Japanese spy. The Communist Party could not be so rich, that was the Japanese spy. He was really a little resistant to making new steamed buns for Japanese spies.

He frowned and wanted to report the matter. Maybe he could get a job with half an hour. He was a chef and a non-staff personnel, so he could only get a salary. He envied those serious spies.

People who like to gambling are always bold in their work and will not consider the consequences. They think it is an inconspicuous little thing after thinking about it repeatedly, and they may not have paid any money to report it.

This matter will be studied by going back to the bureau tomorrow and asking for it and making a decision.

......

Click—

The night was endless wind and rain. Zhang Li came to a teahouse not far away and bowed and said, "Sir, the matter is done."

"Yeah." The man turned his back to him, "You take the money on the table, and don't tell what happened today."

"Yes, yes..." Zhang Li agreed in a hurry, picked up the two thousand French coins on the table, bowed and left.

Zhang Li touched his chest happily. He was just an ordinary actor and his monthly income was not enough to support his family.

He has always been polished and has a good temperament. He plays someone like whoever he is. In the wind and rain, he runs quickly. He wants to go home and share this joy with his wife.

Turning into a small alley, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came to his ears. The opera singer was smart and clear-eyed. Although there was rain in his ears, it did not affect his ability to distinguish things.

As he turned around, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, click! Zhang Li saw a grimace behind him gradually approaching and screamed: "Who are you!"

Just as he was speaking, the cold dagger in Grimma's hand passed through his throat. Blood fell on the stone slab with raindrops, his eyes staring tightly, as if he couldn't believe it before he died.

He wanted to make a sound in his mouth, but only blood kept emerging. Bang, a cold corpse was lying on the stone slab in the dark. When lightning flashed, the rain still wet his corpse, and the blood flowed towards his door not far away.

It took a long time to come that there was a shocking shout from the street.

......

The next day.

The Military Affairs Bureau, the canteen is located on the west side, and the attendees do not eat in the canteen, and there are a total of thousands of people left in the bureau.

Eating is a big problem. It is stipulated that two meals are managed. There is a separate chef who is responsible for the night shift. Each dish and one soup has no meat, corn flour, and steamed buns with sweet potato noodles are filled, but there is no rice.

Niu Manfu came to the cafeteria early in the morning. He was the only one who was responsible for the prisoner's diet. The other was a woman in her forties and was very quick to do work.

"What should I eat today? The superior just asked me to make arrangements." Mrs. Liu asked.

After struggling all night, the money was over, and I was a little confused about the problem. I stood there in a daze.

"Master Niu!?"

"Ah...oh," Niu Manfu replied to his spirit: "I'll just stew cabbage, and then steam a pot of sweet potato steamed buns."

Mrs. Liu smiled and said, "Why are you kind-hearted today? Usually, you usually have leftover vegetables and overnight steamed buns." As she said that, she went to get the sweet potato noodles.

"Today you cook, I'll make steamed buns," said Mrs. Liu, who snatched a bag of sweet potato noodles. She didn't say anything, just washed the cabbage. She just washed the rotten cabbage leaves and added some salt to make it worse and died. It doesn't matter if it's ripe or not.

Niu Manfu took a basin of warm boiled water and put half of the old rock candy she brought in while she was not paying attention.

It's almost noon.

Team members from various departments walked into the cafeteria, some brought them back for food, and some were eaten in the cafeteria.

It takes a time period and a fifteen-minute meal time. Even so, it will be a little faster when the intelligence department eats.

Chu Wenhao rarely comes to the cafeteria, but he used to come to the window with lunch boxes. He fryed dried beans, and the mushroom soup was a little egg flowers floating on it. He took four big steamed buns with fists.

I found a place to put it down, walked to Windows 9, and glanced at the two people inside. A pot of black pot of vegetables, without any oil, but the steamed buns in the steamer next to me exuded a slight aroma.

"The steamer is a steamed bun for prisoners?" Chu Wenhao asked in a little surprised.

"Ah..........................................................................................................................................................., the cabbage was not cooked at all...................................., it was still kind to eat by those vicious prisoners.......................................

"Give me one of the steamed buns inside." Chu Wenhao was purely attracted by the fragrance and had no intention of doubt at all.

"This... the sir is for the prisoner to eat. It's not clean inside and smells fragrant, but the water surface is very dirty. You are the stern, I dare not, but this responsibility." I was scared and suddenly felt that it was wrong for me to do this. The steamed buns the sir eats are not as good as the prisoner.

He didn't dare to take it for him at all. Sister Liu next to him looked at him in surprise. You have eaten too much if you don't eat it. She really feels dirty.

Chu Wenhao nodded and said nothing, and couldn't be clean. When he turned around, he saw a medical staff member in a white coat approaching.

Fan Jing, a doctor in the Infirmary of the Intelligence Department, received an order to temporarily be responsible for Zhang Xiaoman's eating, drinking, defecation and physical condition.

Seeing Chu Wenhao greeting him on his own initiative, "Captain Chu."

"Yeah," Chu Wenhao nodded, "Give her food."

"Ah...yes."

Chu Wenhao didn't say anything, and returned to his seat to start eating. In terms of diet, Gu Shutong was responsible for the inspection, and Yao Dingqiu was responsible for the water.

He actually hoped that someone would kill her so that she could easily lock in the internal rats. Japanese spies would not catch them for the time being, so it would be better to catch a few internal rats.

Just as Zhang Jingyang and the people from Team 2 came to have dinner, Chu Wenhao pretended not to see it and lowered his head to eat.

Zhang Jingyang came in and saw him. His white hair was too obvious, and he was straight in a military uniform, looking very stylish.

He signaled Yang Yang to arrange someone to go and get food, and came straight to Chu Wenhao. Regardless of whether he wanted to hear it or not, he asked directly: "Captain Chu, the female spy has been given to you for a day, and you will not be interrogated. He is still serving her with delicious food and drink. Is this what he should be raising her as his ancestor?"

Chu Wenhao had no choice but to stand up and signal, after all, he was the commander. He waited for him to sit down and said, "Captain Zhang doesn't know anything. This woman's identity is awkward and her subordinates dare not interrogate her. Otherwise, the Zhang team arranged for the second team to take over."

Zhang Jingyang glanced at him, you thought I didn't know, and said angrily: "Captain Chu, the action team is a place for doing things, not a place for retirement. How can you be afraid of wolves in front and tigers in the back? There must be a result in the afternoon, otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Wenhao whispered: "Captain Zhang misunderstood his subordinates. His subordinates did not interrogate because they wanted to use her identity to check if there were any ghosts inside."

"Oh," Zhang Jingyang was shocked. This kid was indeed very sensible. "Tell me," he couldn't take this job away. He had to complete it with his own leader.

Chu Wenhao felt funny when he saw his anxious look. It was not easy to catch ghosts. All departments were shameless. If they were caught, they might not be grateful to you, and they would even hate you.

So he didn't plan to do this job, but guided Zhang Jingyang to do it. It doesn't matter to him if something happens.

He whispered: "This woman has a special identity and dare not interrogate her. She is a senior Japanese intelligence officer. Captain Zhang thought about it. If she releases someone and wants to explain the news, would it lead to the Japanese intelligence department to kill her?"

Zhang Jingyang's eyes widened, swallowed unconsciously, nodded and said, "It must be, it must be."

"In this way, you just need to stare at the person who wants to contact her. Even if you can't catch a Japanese spy, catching a few insiders will be a great achievement."

"You are right, you are right." Zhang Jingyang hurriedly agreed, "Have you noticed?"

Chu Wenhao shook his head with a serious expression, "No, but after dinner, I will leave some news, and say that she has already told several moles that Zhang Battalion arranged for the people from Team 2 to go out for activities and show the scene for those people. I believe there will be a result soon."

"Yes, this plan is very good." Zhang Jingyang slapped his high-highs excitedly, and his eyes turned: "Don't interfere in this matter. I will arrange for the people from the second team to stare at it. Since the first team has other tasks, go and do it for the time being."

"This...this is not good." Chu Wenhao didn't expect this kid to be so unruly. He was not afraid that he would find something, but he was afraid that he would kill the person and didn't know what went wrong.

Zhang Jingyang looked ugly: "What, do you think it's not possible if the action team does not have it?"

Chu Wenhao was too lazy to get angry with him, "Since Captain Zhang is willing to take over, he declared in advance that something happened would be blamed on the first team."

"Hmph, OK, I will arrange this."

After having a meal, Chu Wenhao returned to the office and called Gu Shutong to ask: "How is it? Is anyone who takes the initiative to approach?"

"Not yet. There are a few people in the second team who want to see it, but they are rejected by their subordinates. They have no problems eating and drinking since last night, and even the food is more fragrant than the steamed buns from their subordinates. They may not be ready. Ding Qiu has been with me all the time, and there is no problem." Gu Shutong also said something unintentionally, so it did not attract Chu Wenhao's attention.

"Well, you will hand over the people to the second team later and take Ding Qiu to find them."

"yes."

In the dormitory next door, when Zhang Xiaoman took the first bite of steamed bun, he realized that it was his own actions. Although he had the will to die, he couldn't help but feel resentment in his heart. Knowing that his death was approaching, he relaxed.

Although the sugar in a steamed bun was not enough to kill her, she felt uncomfortable, had difficulty breathing, had fever all over, and was a little unconscious.

Diabetes are much more powerful than telling Yoshiko Kawashima. She only needs another steamed bun and she can go to see the emperor.

Pretending to be nothing, people can't see it, so they can only endure it. As long as they eat one at night, even a god cannot save it.

"What's wrong with you?" As a doctor, Fan Jing keenly noticed that her body was a little strange.

Zhang Xiaoman resisted the discomfort and said coldly: "Of course I have defeated you. Can the vegetables you feed to the Japanese Imperial Army be eaten? I am still a little hungry, so I will give it to me with another steamed bun."
To be continued...