Chapter 0010 is impressive

The sharply defined face is indeed a bit dark, but isn't the sunburned look in vogue now? The scruffy expression is quite impressive!

However, others certainly do not see it this way. They notice that he particularly treats it with an extra plate of food, even placing two slices of carrot flowers made with a mold on the ordinary round flatbreads, drizzling some sauce to create a decorative effect. Not to mention, the fragrant, crispy, and spicy stir-fried mixed vegetables paired with the two flatbreads are especially enticing in comparison.

Old Yang smiled without speaking, and the young people observed closely. Fang Lingying gently raised her head to glance at Buck, who was two or three meters away, frowned slightly, and then lowered her head again, but her eating speed noticeably quickened

Fang Lingying reluctantly gave up the leisurely enjoyment of delicious food, forcing herself to finish her meal in just a few bites. However, she greedily wiped the last bit of sauce from the bottom of the plate with a piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth, cheeks puffed out as she stood up and mumbled, "I’m done, let’s go..." Casually, she took out 100 yuan and handed it to the little beggar who jumped over immediately. The little beggar seemed somewhat confused about the charge beyond the three servings of roasted meat, glancing back at Buck.

Fang Lingying struggled to speak, saying: "Next time, I will make up for it!" She turned to Old Yang, who had also stood up, and said: "Regarding this matter..."

Old Yang smiled, diverting the attention of the young comrade. He knew that this subordinate had a particular admiration for Fang Lingying, who had recently gained a rising reputation. Every time he came over to handle work, he was especially attentive and earnest, but being overly eager was certainly not a good thing: "What do you think of this handsome guy?"

Xiao Shao let out a light grunt again: "Still trying to act cool... Isn't this just a toad wishing to eat swan meat?"

Old Yang gently shook his head and no longer offered any hints

The police officer named Xiao Shao was not wrong; he is indeed a bit pretentious.

Fang Lingying glanced at the corner of the pot where Ming and Tu had clearly prepared a small meal for her, and she couldn't help but salivate: "Let me taste it here, it's simple and convenient. I can just have a little and then go back to work. Old Yang, can you make do with it?"

That is a medal of iron blood forged countless times with the butt of a rifle

The young police officer, who had already taken two steps forward, frowned as he watched Fang Lingying walk away briskly. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to follow her.

He smiled lightly, not intending to show any contempt, but on the battlefield... the police are nothing.

That little Shao is also watching, but he is focused on the knife in his hand. He snorted softly and chuckled as he reminded Fang Lingying, "This barbecue seems to have a hidden agenda towards you, doesn't it?" He tried to control the tone of disdain, but a hint of it still leaked out.

Buck inadvertently glanced at the girl who was sitting and devouring her food, and a rare smile appeared on his face, the kind that comes from a chef being appreciated for his delicious creations. He lit a cigarette for himself, and the impatience that had been manifesting in the restless shaking of his leg surprisingly vanished, letting others look as they pleased.

This is his sensitivity, which he is most proud of during his ten years of military service, as a veteran detective with twenty years of experience in the field

Fang Lingying came over and skillfully pulled out the plastic stool from under the grill, reminding Buck: "Hurry up, the main thing is to fill our stomachs." That said, she still brought her delicate, smooth nose close to the small dish of food to sniff it, nodding in satisfaction: "Yes! This is the flavor with a hint of fennel and cumin, and a bit of sugar added. How did you know I like this kind of..." She glanced slightly surprised at Buck's expressionless face, then turned to take the stool to Lao Yang. As a result, Lao Yang and Xiao Shao were squatting by the roadside, each lighting a cigarette.

The stir-fried side dishes prepared exclusively for Fang Lingying were quickly completed. Yesterday, it seemed that she truly intended to have them for dinner, so Buck prepared two extra buns. They were heated just right under the oven, separated by the firebox. Using a long knife, he picked them up and placed them on the plates. After arranging them as usual, he used that long knife to carry the four plates over, with Fang Lingying receiving two plates.

Buck certainly had no romantic intentions towards this lively woman; he was not in the mood for such things. At present, it was merely a matter of repaying her for the food and clothing she had provided during the few days they spent on Yuching Road, and nothing more.

Buck cast a faint glance at the two men who were leaving over there. The bulge on the right side of their lower backs was indeed that of handguns. As they brushed past, the movement of their clothing even revealed holsters for handcuffs. These were two police officers, and they were likely detectives.

Buck remained expressionless, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his dirty clothes revealing skin that was slick with oil

It is delicious, even the two ordinary buns, when placed in the storage space beneath the oven to absorb some residual heat, become slightly crispy on the outside and, when broken open, are steaming hot and fluffy inside. When paired with some other dishes and meat slices, the flavor truly balances the otherwise bland buns with the somewhat strong flavors of the roasted meat dishes, making it exceptional

Buck was not originally handsome, but at a height of 1.8 meters, his sturdy upper body formed an inverted triangle, with absolutely no excess fat around his waist. Currently, he wore a dirty T-shirt covered by a long apron tied around his waist, which still made his figure appear quite upright. Although he was wearing a pair of worn-out slippers, his short cropped hair and dark, shiny skin, combined with the casually held cigarette, could be described as either a free-spirited vagabond or a carefree drifter; the key lies in his unique temperament and aura.

Buck truly did not know that in recent years, the domestic regulations on knives had suddenly intensified. He nodded and used the knife tip to scoop a bit of meat, then turned around and gently tipped it into this plate before retracting his hand. At the moment when Lao Yang's hand reached out, he softly reminded his subordinate: "Look at his arm..."

Buck remained indifferent, slowly continuing to grill his meat, while calling over the customers waiting in line. A small beggar handed out disposable plates and chopsticks, but these diners were not only there to enjoy a meal, but also to see something new. Paying a small amount to eat and watch the spectacle was even better. After receiving the plate, they gestured to Buck, saying: "Here, I'm challenging you..."

Old Yang felt as if he were looking into a clear mirror; he feared that his subordinate, who had a very strong sense of superiority, had likely lost a lot of face in front of the young lady. He raised his voice: "Xiao Shao, hurry up and leave..."

Xiao Shao has already drawn some conclusions: "The actions appear quite skilled, yet they may not be necessary, indicating that he is not a professional with a spatula; perhaps he uses other tools, but is engaged in heavy physical labor. However... his left leg seems to be slightly lame. It's not obvious, but the shoulder muscles and latissimus dorsi are quite firm, the forearms are very agile, and his skin is tanned, suggesting he spends a lot of time outdoors. His actual age seems younger than he looks, likely around twenty-six years old. Hmph, he might be more adept at wielding a knife... These two knives are controlled weapons and are homemade." He seemed to recall past inquiries.

Xiao Shao was unaware of Lao Yang's line of thought, so he put down the disposable plate in his hand and stood up: "Let's detain him and ask some questions first!"

Even Old Yang couldn't help but sniffle a couple of times, yet his eyes remained fixed on Buck's hands, those gloved hands

Buck lit a cigarette for himself. He had little dependence on nicotine; his craving for cigarettes only left a strong taste that others pursued. Therefore, he was quite capable of controlling it, though it did leave him with a slight impatience that needed alleviation. He understood that this impatience stemmed from the scrutiny of others, particularly that old Yang, who was observing him with a cigarette in his mouth, whether intentionally or not.

Here, the police at least can maintain order in the area. As the police leave, the young people who have been served barbecue by Buck start shouting: "Boss! Give us an explanation! We came to consume, and your employee hit us, we want compensation!"

Xiao Shao's expression was somewhat solemn: "Very steady! This knife is made from spring steel, weighing nearly 10 pounds. He holds it like this with one hand, and the blade doesn't shake at all?"

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that other industries may also experience similar wear, but most of it is on the shoulders. However, there was a case where the police failed to identify a suspect based on this assumption. Many outdoor athletes, especially long-distance swimmers, also have this mark on their right shoulder, which is said to be due to the frequent choice of the right side for breathing while swimming, and long-distance thermal swimsuits can cause friction in this area.

Xiao Shao is still diligent at work. Upon hearing a question from his leader, he instinctively brightened his eyes and asked, "Is there a problem?"

At any time, Buck did not like to be the object of observation, as it almost meant being placed in danger. His seemingly ordinary appearance and behavioral patterns were his most important assets for surviving so many years in that high-casualty mercenary team

Fang Lingying glanced up from her busy schedule to look at the busy Buck over there, smiled, and continued to eat her own meal. Old Yang did not sit on that stool either, instead using it as a small table for three to place the plates. Since she was wearing that blue work coat, she simply sat on the curb to eat.

The old man, known as Old Yang, nodded with a smile and said: "It's about enjoying the flavors; it doesn't necessarily have to be in a very nice setting. We often dine in the open air, so you, Little Shao, just need to overcome it."

The darker the skin on the arms becomes from sun exposure, the whiter the shoulders appear, making the contrast quite evident. Therefore, if there is a bit of darkness on the shoulders, it becomes more noticeable, especially with white shirts, which easily reveal this contrast. Among the people that Lao Yang interacts with, there are only soldiers! Particularly, it is the field soldiers who have served for a longer period and have been engaged in prolonged training that develop such crescent-shaped marks in the armpit area.

Old Yang slightly shook his head at this action of his; just now, Xiao Shao's behavior was entirely driven by personal emotions, which is a major taboo. In his heart, he felt that some points had been lost.

Liu Changyuan, who had originally been reluctantly pulled away by his parents, suddenly turned around like a plucked chick with bloodshot eyes, ready to rush back. His parents desperately held onto him.

He was looking at the cuffs of Buck's short-sleeved shirt. This old shirt of Ba Dacheng's had become a bit translucent, likely due to frequent washing. Old Yang, with eyes sharp as a hawk, noticed that the color around the inner hollow of Buck's right shoulder seemed slightly different

The sound was just right for Fang Lingying to hear, as the swan meat, which had spent several nights in the wild with the toad, made a horrified face at itself, laughed twice, and continued to work diligently.

Old Yang waved at him and said: "Boss, could you add some more meat for us?"

Fang Lingying swallowed loudly, took the matching metal fork, and began to eat heartily: "Delicious! Truly delicious!"

More importantly, he could not see a trace of a soldier's demeanor in this seemingly ordinary young man