Chapter 123 - The real gang (1/2)
Translator: Lionwwang Editor: Lionwwang
Canteen is the old name, now it is basically called the internal restaurant.
Fat man is driving the van all the way to a big yard behind a small building in the back, and some young men in white coats come to help carry vegetables, fruits and meat immediately.
He is just standing aside, shouting and pointing how to move for a while. Then he is pulling me and Dorra to go inside.
“That’s the dining building. The first floor is a big restaurant, basically I don’t take more care about it. Anyway, there is no technical with the big pot food.” I notice that when he has walked a little longer, his left leg seems to be lame, then he is not so flexible at that time.
As walking ahead, he is rubbig his left thigh vigorously and saying faintly: “Upstairs is a small restaurant. The cooking standard there is not lower than that of the big restaurant outside. The guest’s level must be high enough or the management can come in. The top floor is a small banquet hall. It only serves during the holidays or when the superiors come here. I cook the dishes myself at these times.” He is saying with smile, “You know that we southerners love and dare to eat, which is famous all over the world.”
Next to the dining building is a small courtyard with a small building inside. The door is unlocked. He leads us in and goes directly to the second floor.
“This is where I live. Usually, the second floor is empty. The first floor is where the rest staffs of my restaurant live. This is the safest place.” He is looking at me and saying, “You can rest assured. I can’t garentee whether your enemies have relationships with the police, but even if they have, it is unlikely that they can go inside here to search.”
He leads us into the room, and I find out that he’s living in a very big place. As soon as he enters the door, he is pointing to an old-fashioned cloth sofa and saying: “Sit down!” Then he is pointing to Dorra: “Little girl, and you.”
Then he is taking out a small bottle from the cupboard drawer and throwing it to me. As soon as I catch it, I hear him saying: “This is traumatic medicine, really good one, much better than yours.”
He is looking at Dorra’s injured hand and says: “Young people still have to take good care of your body. Don’t think it’s OK to be hurt. That’s because of you’re young. When you get older in the future, you’ll have a harder time!” He gives me a glance and says, “Have you also hurt your leg?”
I’m dazed, saying: “Yes, I fell off the day before yesterday when escaping and hurt my knee.”
He is nodding: “When I saw you walking, that leg seems to be moving a little unnaturally. I give you a bottle of medicine and wipe it by yourself.”
He is sighing, goes into the innerest room. After a while, he is taking out a porcelain bottle and throwing to me.
“There are three rooms here. This is the living room. There are two rooms inside. The one inside is my own room. You can’t enter! The other room will let you live. You just rest here first.” Then he pours two glasses of water for us.
I help Dorra to change the medicine for her hand first. Then I roll up my pants and examine my injuried knee.
A large piece of congestion in the wound hasn’t dispersed yet. It’s purple, now it has already swollen.
He is frowning: “Why are you so careless…” Then he is walking towards me and grabbing the bottle in hand, “Let me make it for you.” Then he is looking up at me and says, “Maybe it will be feeling pain a little, just have to bear it.”
He is pouring some light-yellow medicine liquid on the palm carefully, with a strong taste of medicine, and it smells vaguely with a touch of sweetness. He is rubbing his palms a few times until turning red, then slapping on my knee. I’m too painful to grin on the spot.
His hands are full of calluses, hard and thick, and he is rubbing them vigorously on my knee, constantly adding some liquid medicine.
“This medicine needs to be rubbed evenly so that it can be distributed under the skin.” He does not care about the painful expression on my face at all, “My medicine is very precious, you have no place to buy it from the market.”
He has rubbed for a long time, almost rubbing off a layer of skin of my knee. But I do feel much more comfortable, feeling my knee is as hot as be burned.