The wild dog gnawing on the torn bun turned to look at the man who was sweating profusely in front of the wooden panel and asked: "Old Chen, what did you do before? Judging from your hand in kneading dough, have you ever blacksmithed iron before?"
Chen Tingyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the flashing neon lights in the distance, and thought back, "Brother used to hack people."
The wild dog rolled his eyes: "Fuck you, remember to put more meat jelly tomorrow.
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