Chapter 8 The Melting Person (I)(19)
Master laughed, “I let you wear two layers of gloves, but you just worn one layer of gloves, so that you felt the consequence and see if you still listen to me in the future.”
“Doesn’t it stink to wear two-layer gloves?” I sniffed my nose like a police dog to smell master’s palm. Sure enough, I didn’t smell anything bad. As the saying goes, an old man's sayings are seldom untrue.
In the evening, the policemen who participated in the on-site investigation had dinner together. Everyone was hungry and gorging. Only I sat by the side, hiding my hands, although I was hungry too, the odour on my hands was too strong, I really couldn’t hold the rice bowl.
Master saw me so embarrassed, smiled and went out to get a handful of coriander, “Fortunately, there are still a few in the kitchen.”
I looked at Master puzzledly, I didn’t know what he meant.