V2.Chapter 695 (2/2)

Fat man's voice is loud, but it doesn't attract other people's attention. Hundreds of people in the kitchen are busy, the noise is louder, and no one is in the mood to care about others.

Hearing the Fat Chef's question, Wang Fan replied with a smile: ”I'm here to get breakfast for brother Hao.”

Just now, the Fat Chef, who was impatient, heard Wang Fan's name, and his face immediately changed. He grabbed a towel to wipe his hands and walked over laughing.

”Brother, my family name is Zhu, Zhu Yuanzhang's Zhu. You can call me Lao Zhu later.” The Fat Chef, who calls himself Lao Zhu, smiles to introduce himself to Wang Fan for fear that others may misunderstand his surname.

”Brother Zhu, I'm the new brother of brother Hao. Just call me a Jian. I'm a strong Jian!” Wang Fan nodded to Lao Zhu with a smile.

Lao Zhu was very satisfied with Wang Fan's modest appearance. He said politely, ”I have always admired and admired brother Hao, and I have always been taking care of his food. If you come here in the future, just look for me directly.”

”All right, Zhuge.” Wang Fan nodded in response.

Seeing that Wang Fan was very talkative, Lao Zhu was in a good mood. He turned his head and yelled at a busy prisoner: ”9527, don't live in his mother's way. Hurry to push the breakfast of brother Hao and brother Jian!”

Squatting on one side, the busy prisoner hears Lao Zhu's roar and looks back at Lao Zhu and Wang Fan beside him. Then he stands up and walks to a dining car. He neatly sets his knife and fork, and then pushes it in front of Wang Fan.

”Well, it's none of your business here! Hurry to work Lao Zhu took the dining car from 9527 and said to him impatiently.

9527 is very interesting to flash to one side, turned back to his position, began busy cleaning vegetables in the big pot.

“9527？” Hearing Lao Zhu yelling out a string of numbers, Wang Fan thought it was funny, which made him think of a comedy movie.

”This kid just came to fight me. I can't remember his name, I can only call his number plate.” Lao Zhu explained with a smile.

”Number plate? What number plate? ” Wang Fan asked suspiciously.

Looking at Wang Fan's prison clothes, Lao Zhu quickly opened his cook's clothes and revealed the clothes he was wearing inside. Pointing to a white number plate sewn on it, he explained: ”brother Jian, it's this number. Every prisoner's clothes have such a number plate. At ordinary times, officers call people, they call number plates. It's so convenient.”

”Why? Why don't I know? ” Wang Fan looked at Lao Zhu's number plate and his prison clothes, but he didn't find his number plate.

In the face of Wang Fan, Lao Zhu said with a smile: ”brother Jian is joking. No one will remember the name of the low-level prisoners here. Only a big man like brother Hao can make people remember his name. Brother Jian, you are brother Hao's confidant, and of course you are a big man!”

”Oh, so it is!” Wang Fan listened to Lao Zhu's words, and did not feel a sense of superiority. Instead, he felt sad for the prisoners here.

Lao Zhu, who was standing opposite Wang Fan, took advantage of Wang Fan's inattention and quickly covered his number plate, as if he was afraid that Wang Fan would look at the number on the number plate and never call him ”brother Zhu” again.

”Brother Jian, brother Hao didn't tell me what to do for breakfast yesterday, so I prepared breakfast for him according to his previous habits. If brother Hao has any special dishes, you can tell me in advance. I will make brother Hao satisfied.” Lao Zhu said flatteringly.

Without waiting for Wang Fan to say something polite to Lao Zhu, he heard a sound of walking behind him, and then someone said, ”4857, who the hell are you, dare you make decisions here?”