Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But what about myself? ?Not to mention the dowry, even the wife didn't see it.

Don't mention the aggrieved feeling in the old tree's heart.

The sambar was beaten black and blue,

Old Shu had given up completely in his heart, he knew very well that he had already boarded the pirate ship, and now it was impossible to get off the ship.

Rather than being tamed by Zhao Ke at that time, it is better to be honest and at ease.

Besides, this place does have a bit of aura.

The character of the old tree itself is also to accept and endure. Anyway, a tree, as long as it lives well, it doesn't matter where it takes root.

Looking at that jasmine tree, although the old tree thought it was unreliable, but on second thought... what if?

Brainstorming in his mind, the delicate little lady, Lao Shu swallowed in his heart, and quickly dismissed the idea: "Sin, sin."

So the environment that Zhao Ke saw at this time was exactly arranged by Lao Shu himself.

Compared with Zhao Ke's Wrath of Nature, Old Shu's control over the natural ability is not so strong, but soft enough.

If Zhao Ke's power of nature represents, the anger of nature is a thunderous means to destroy everything.

Then the natural power of the old tree is the blessing of the silent rain that nourishes all things.

Zhao Ke was very satisfied with the environment in front of him. As for the sambar being beaten, Zhao Ke laughed and felt much happier in his heart.

After all, there is a person who is beaten up like you with a bruised nose and a swollen face. It is always a psychological comfort.

Silently took out the freshly stewed casserole from the stamp album, and handed it to Sambar with a look of concern.

"I know you are wronged, let's eat!"

Facing Zhao Ke's kind eyes, Sambar instantly felt that the beating was quite worthwhile.

I took the casserole and opened it to have a look.

Along with a puff of white mist, the strong fragrance instantly made Sambar's heart beat faster.

The light golden soup is clear to the bottom, and the first impression is not greasy, but light.

You can see the bamboo fungus under the soup, showing a coral-like net shape, wrapped in boiled meat.

The exquisite workmanship is amazing, and in the delicious fragrance, there is actually a faint smell of bamboo leaves.

Unintentionally, it makes people's tongue gush, and the mouth waters.

Sambar's eyes lit up, and he didn't feel any pain in his face. He sat beside the casserole with a happy face, savoring it.

Taking a mouthful of fresh soup, the taste buds on the tip of the tongue revived instantly as if hit by an electric current.

It is fresh but not salty, and the fragrance remains on the lips and teeth. After leaving it down the throat, the sambar feels a sweet fragrance permeating the entire throat cavity.

"The best! The best for health!"

There was a satisfied smile on Sambar's face, and he took out the bottle of red wine soaked with onions that Zhao Ke packed for him last time.

Smear it on your lips, and the spicy wine aroma will greatly increase the appetite of the sambar.

Casserole with red wine, it looks like a person.

Take another bite of the offal meat in the casserole, and the sambar is a monster.

But he is also a monster who pays attention to health preservation. You can tell by looking at his circle of friends, various health preservation articles, such as "Taishang Laojun Takes Urine Eight Times a Day", "Secrets That Old Birthday Stars Don't Tell About Evening Arsenic" and so on.

Meat!Sambar always eats less, and occasionally eats some lean meat, not to mention offal such as internal organs.

But the current pot of water made the sambar eat it with gusto.

Ordinary meat has long been stewed, but the intestines, liver, yellow throat, and lung slices inside are firm and firm, but not difficult to chew.

A piece of large intestine, soft and glutinous, accompanied by delicious bamboo fungus, makes the sambar taste a delicious taste from nature and wildness.

"Delicious, delicious, really delicious."

The sambar suddenly understood a little bit, why the box is fine, calling for Zhao Ke to cook for him every day, not to mention the box is fine, the sambar now feels that if he eats like this every day.

Maybe, it can really kill the bastard Old Tree.

"It's delicious, you can eat more, next time if you want to eat, I'll make it for you, there is just one more ingredient."

Zhao Ke smoked the cigarette in his hand.

Grandpa's time is running out.

How long can it last?half a year?Or three months?Zhao Ke is hard to say either.

This is no longer a medical method, or any panacea that can cure it, but that the time limit is approaching.

Heart disease is just an early inducement.

In fact, as early as in Luoyang, I realized that the old man was no longer as energetic as before, and had a little more vicissitudes in his twilight years.

Fortunately, although the process this time was a bit tortuous, the two most difficult problems were finally solved.

The remaining bits and pieces of small problems should not be too difficult.

For example, there is too much movement connecting the ghost city, and Zhao Ke needs to find a place that is difficult for strangers to enter and where there are few people, and it must be a high mountain.

This Zhao Ke already had a vision in his heart.

A place where the old man once took them to the top, I'm afraid it is still rare.

Of course, in the eyes of Zhao Ke, these small problems are not difficult, but the key point is where the cook is.

Is she really the woman the old man is looking for?

If so, is she really willing to follow the old man?

These questions appeared in Zhao Ke's mind, but Zhao Ke didn't want to think so much at this time.

Gently wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead with his fingers, Zhao Ke had already made up his mind.

Whether the other party is or not.

Promise or not.

Even if you tie him up, you have to tie him up.