Martial King’s Retired Life

I do n’t think it ’s bitter. Instead, I ate a lot of food and drank a lot of water when I ate, and seemed to be more comfortable than usual.

This is the meal. The little soldier who saw the cell sent two large bowls of cold white rice, and two rough dishes such as fried cucumbers that were also cold, not even the gravy. Song Ou had no appetite when he saw it, but he didn't want Hong Jiu to take the bowl and ate it.

Song Ou frowned and couldn't help asking: "Vice Admiral Hong, we have been arrested for two days. Why don't you worry at all."

"Worry for a fart. We were arrested for two days and you were worried for two days. Shouldn't we still be locked up."

Hong Jiuda was eating with a big mouth. After a few meals, he knew that Song Ou would not eat, and he brought his meal without asking him.

Song Ou didn't want to eat anyway, but he looked like a starving ghost who was born, strangely: "This meal is rough and difficult to swallow, why is Vice President Hong so delicious?"

"It's still hard to swallow?" Hong Jiu chuckled him angrily, gasping: "Rich son, the temper is bad, Zhumen's wine smells bad.

The second man sighed: "When I was a beggar, I encountered such a thing in ten days-there was no rat feces, no mud, no food to eat, it was all heaven. The happiness that fell from the sky. You Do n’t even eat this good dish, I ’m afraid I ’m not hungry. \ '

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