Chapter 263 (1/2)

Floating Chopsticks (3)

“I heard you” replied Ye Lang. His expression and tone didn’t change.

“Then why enter?!” snorted the officer.

“Does us entering relate to you at all?” questioned Ye Lang.

Exactly… Did it really?

The question lingered in everyone’s mind. To think about it, it seemed like they weren’t related at all. Who was that person? What authority does he have to talk like that?

Who did he think he was? The Duke? The emperor?

“Of course it does, I’m the…” The officer was at a loss for words.

“What’s your role here? The chef?” asked Ye Lang. He was responsible for giving out the porridge, so he might be the head chef or something.

“The chef? I, I’m the ration officer here…” The little officer finally revealed his official name, but it also made him feel embarrassed. He looked at Ye Lang and was about to fly into a rage out of humiliation.

“Oh you’re the ration officer, apologies,” said Ye Lang in a gesture of respect for the officer’s feelings. However, it didn’t last long.

“But I don’t understand why a ration officer would care if we enter. Do you have the authority to stop us?” asked Ye Lang gently. He didn’t ask this with the intention of looking down on him, simply out of curiosity.

However, it sounded different in the ears of others. They thought Ye Lang was mocking him so the officer wouldn’t have a chance to recover from this embarrassing incident.

At this moment, the people who were around, including the people who were in the town couldn’t help but sneer at him. It seemed like they didn’t really like this ration officer.

“I don’t have the authority? Why would I not have the authority? Do you know who my brother-in-law is?” In a situation like this, most people take the opportunity to play the family card -but it wasn’t the best idea.

He was like a dog making threats with its master's power.

The people from the town began to curse under their breath. They were able to tolerate this ration officer not because they were scared that they would have no food, as he had no right to take away their portions of the food supply, but because of his brother-in-law.

“I don’t!” Ye Lang shook his head.

“But, does it matter? Can your brother-in-law represent you?”

“Uh, of course!” the ration officer replied with uncertainty. This simply made everyone certain that he couldn’t.

And at this moment, Ye Lang said, “Oh, I see. Then tell me who your brother-in-law is.”

Please don’t tell me you believed him!

Everyone broke into a sweat for Ye Lang. How could he even believe such a lie?

“My brother-in-law, he’s the head of the mercenary group here,” said the ration officer arrogantly.

“Oh, head of the mercenary group… not the Duke?” asked Ye Lang.