186: Chapter 186 At the sa ti in the neighboring cafeteria 186: Chapter 186 At the sa ti in the neighboring cafeteria The Special Service Bureau’s cafeteria really sets a high standard.
Wang Yunxiao got up in the morning, took the number plate given by the hospital downstairs, and ordered four large beef buns, a sea bowl of lamb offal soup, and two tea eggs.
After finishing, he felt like oil was almost dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Last night, sohow, when he thought everything was all bandaged up and fine, just stepping out to a slight chill at the entrance of the building, he suddenly fainted.
The doctor said it was excessive blood loss and specifically advised him to eat well to regain his strength.
Wang Yunxiao always readily accepted such recomndations.
Hilarious, the cafeteria has a free buffet, man, aren’t you afraid I’ll bring all my buddies, and eat your cafeteria out of business!
The lamb offal soup in the Special Service Bureau’s cafeteria is made with real skill.
The chain “XX Lamb Soup” shops in the future era actually have nothing essential to do with lamb, with their milky white soup.
You can’t say it’s made with three types of light milk, but it’s sothing similar.
Authentic lamb offal soup must be a cloudy greyish-white color.
The lamb must be freshly slaughtered, with the offal cleanly washed and chopped into large pieces before simring in the pot.
The ratio of offal to broth should be seventy-thirty, with the offal making up the majority.
It’s mainly about eating the offal; the soup is a bonus.
And there’s one last, most important trick—aside from the known seasonings like chopped green onions, cilantro, and ground white pepper, you must have fresh fennel.
Lamb offal soup without bits of fennel is just like lamb soup bun without pickled garlic cloves, the kind of fare to dupe tourists from out of town.
The Halal cuisine of Tiann City is unique and has its own style.
Wang Yunxiao, after taking a sip of the lamb offal soup here, concluded that there must be a senior Halal chef in the cafeteria’s kitchen.
He broke into a sweat on his forehead after gulping down a bowl of lamb offal soup with double the pepper.
As Wang Yunxiao was focusing on enjoying his al, there was a clatter from across as soone set down their tray.
“Bro, what team are you with?”
Hearing the person across start a conversation, Wang Yunxiao didn’t respond imdiately, but turned his head to look around instead.
Five in the morning, the cafeteria was empty, plenty of vacant seats, that indicated the person specifically approached him.
Then, he turned back to give the person before him a proper look.
It was a young man not much older than himself, with a buzz cut, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a muscular build.
He was bare-ard, with bandages wrapped around his forearms.
It wasn’t the dical bandages like the ones Wang Yunxiao had, but the kind used for binding hands and arms in boxing practice.
The stench of blood wafted across the table from the bandages.
Although Wang Yunxiao didn’t really like these kinds of people who co up uninvited to chat, the warm and enthusiastic smile on the other’s face sohow mitigated the negative impression of a first eting.
Wang Yunxiao shook his head and said nothing, continuing to eat silently.
The young man opposite didn’t mind his attitude, held his hands together in a salute with a smile, and said, “I’ve been presumptuous.
My na is Han Bin, the captain of a Martial Association squad.
May I know how to address my brother?”
Seeing that the other party was quite polite, Wang Yunxiao felt it would be rude to ignore him, reached out for a mock handshake, and simply said, “Nantong District, Wang Yunxiao.”
“Wang Yunxiao…”
Han Bin’s eyes shifted as he tentatively asked, “I heard that Nantong recently had a ruthless guy who killed soone in the street with a blade.
It wasn’t you, was it?”
Well, good news never leaves the house, bad news spreads a thousand miles.
Wang Yunxiao shrugged his shoulders, silent.
However, Han Bin didn’t plan to let him go, and couldn’t help asking again, “Brother Wang, I see that you’ve practiced martial arts?
May I ask which sect’s heritage you carry?”
Wang Yunxiao put down the mutton soup in his hand and looked at Han Bin seriously, “Buddy, what exactly do you want to do?
Just spit it out if you have sothing to say.”
Han Bin laughed, “I think you’re quite formidable, and I want to exchange a few moves with you.”
Wang Yunxiao looked down at himself, almost wrapped up like a dumpling, and couldn’t help but retort, “Do I look like I’m in any shape to spar with you?”
Han Bin burst out laughing, “Cut it out, who actually eats beef dumplings with mutton soup for breakfast when they’re really sick?
And with so many teams participating in the battle this ti, you’re the first one to get up from bed and grab breakfast.
That just shows you’re the most formidable among us all!
Who else should I seek out if not you?”
Wang Yunxiao looked at him, not a scratch on his entire body, and thought to himself, Are you praising or praising yourself here?
It’s true I just got out of bed, but what about you—didn’t you just co back from a run?
Just as he was about to express his sarcasm, a young man walked in from the door, pale-faced with dark circles under his eyes, clearly not well-rested, possibly even having been up all night, staggering toward the food service window.
The mont Han Bin saw the number on his hand, his eyes lit up, and he dashed towards the newcor, leaving Wang Yunxiao behind.
In less than two minutes, the guy was dragged over by Han Bin, flailing.
“Co, co, co, let introduce you.”
Han Bin stretched out his burly arm, looping it around the newcor’s neck, “This brother here is sothing else, you know the customs, right?
This is the belle of Binhai Wharf, known as the suave roar, the ‘Nine-patterned Dragon’ Yan Yuan…”
“That’s not !
Stop spouting nonsense!
Let go of my hand!”
The victim was red-faced, prying at his arm, trying to break free from his grip.
“It’s Yan Yu’an, three words!
Don’t read them together!
I don’t have that many nicknas!”
“Ah right, Yan Yuan…”
Han Bin slapped himself in the mouth, “Yan, Yu, an, got it this ti!
And also…
let introduce…”
“You don’t need to introduce .”
As Han Bin was slapping his own face, Yan Yu’an finally broke free, distancing himself, then turned to Wang Yunxiao with a cupped-fist salute, “You are Wang Yunxiao from Nantong District, right?
I’ve heard much about you…”
“Yes, this is the one known in the Jianghu World as ‘Little Cyclone Scar Wang’…”
“It’s you who’s the ‘Little Cyclone’, and you who’s ‘Scar Wang’!”
Wang Yunxiao blurted out angrily, “Where on do you see a scar?”
Who the hell told you that, and why do you say everything you hear?
Han Bin was dumbfounded, glanced at Yan Yu’an, then back at Wang Yunxiao, scratching the back of his head with uncertainty.
“Don’t listen to his nonsense.”
Yan Yu’an let out a sigh and extended his hand to Wang Yunxiao, “Let’s start over.
Western Affairs School, Yan Yu’an, temporary captain of Team 103.
This nutjob is Han Bin from the Bagua Sect, temporary captain of Team 108.
And Wang Yunxiao, you’re the temporary captain of Team 101, am I right?”
Han Bin thought for a second, then had a sudden realization, staring at Wang Yunxiao, “You really are a dark horse, aren’t you?
I could only get into 108, but you managed to get 101; you must be really powerful, huh?
Hurry up and eat, and after breakfast, let’s go and spar a bit!”
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