Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

These tree houses surround a hollowed-out tree, like floating islands suspended in mid-air, hanging in mid-air.

Needless to say, Zhao Ke was really surprised.

With such a large amount of work, more than half of it was completed so quickly, which really surprised Zhao Ke.

But Zhao Ke was even more surprised at the back, seeing a mound of dirt on the side of the tree house.

It looks a bit like a porcelain kiln for firing porcelain.

Before getting close, Zhao Ke heard the roar from the Butcher's Box.

"hungry!!"

Accompanied by the roar of the butcher's box, the hijab on the porcelain kiln was rolled up by a tree vine.

Immediately afterwards, another tree vine poked in, and quickly pulled out an iron ring with flames.

Under the hoop, there is actually a neat barbecue.

"Master Box, try it!"

Holding a knife, the sambar cut off the roasted meat and put it in front of the butcher's box, and introduced in detail: "This is an improved method of roasting a whole camel that I saw over there when I was in Xinjiang."

The sambar also wanted to be lazy. After all, Zhao Ke left so much meat and roasted it piece by piece until the year of the monkey.

The point is that Butcher's Box no longer likes to eat raw meat.

Compared with the past, Zhao Ke stuffed cow after cow, even the cowhide was not peeled, just stuff it in.

Look in front of you again, this guy is just about to pick up a knife and fork, and enjoy it happily.

Seeing this scene at this time, think again about the beginning.

Zhao Ke poked his forehead with his finger: "What a crime!"

"Master, you are back."

The old tree on the side was the first to notice Zhao Ke, and showed his figure early, his face looked extremely tired.

As soon as he saw Zhao Ke, he began to complain that Sambar is a stinky and shameless person.

This sambar is simply not human, no!He was not human.

This guy somehow designed a lot.

Originally, the old tree didn't want to pay attention to him, but the old Sambar turned around and flattered the box spirit.

As soon as he said that he wanted to make an exclusive oven for Hezijing, his attitude towards Sambar changed 180 degrees in an instant.

With the support of the box spirit, the sambar is not afraid of the old tree at all.

As soon as he pointed at the old tree, he saw the ghost tiger rushing up with a knife and cutting it off.

It reproduced the scene where the butcher's box commanded the ghost tiger to beat up the sambar.

The sambar who saw it sighed in his heart, it's really a turn of events, it's coming to my house this year.

I'm so happy, I don't want it.

"It's okay, it's okay, just get used to it."

Zhao Ke comforted the old tree, then turned around and walked to Sambar and the others.

The sambar immediately brought up another portion of grilled meat.

It's a pity that this show... Zhao Ke really can't say anything.

Zhao Ke asked Lao Shu to make a wooden trolley for himself, yes, it was the same as the fried noodles on the street, with a stove.

Taking advantage of the old tree, make yourself a cart.

Zhao Ke was lying on the wooden rocking chair, thinking about something, lost in thought.

Luo Qing's casual words before echoed in his mind.

Open a restaurant with four or five tables and cook the dishes you want every day.

Isn't this what I used to be?

Looking back, at that time, although I was not as cheerful as I am now, I only saw the diners sitting at the table eating with gusto.

The corners of Zhao Ke's mouth could not help but curl up.

But I don't know when, especially in the recent period, Zhao Ke gradually discovered that the frequency of cooking by himself has become less and less.

More energy is no longer on cooking.

It's about improving your fighting ability.

As a chef, I even have fewer and fewer opportunities to cook. I even said bluntly that I have made almost zero progress in cooking during this period of time.

"Master, what are you thinking?"

Seeing that Zhao Ke was stern and silent, Sambar carefully approached, wondering if Zhao Ke was going to bleed himself, so he asked a question.

Zhao Ke looked back at the sambar, and took out the cigarette stick from the stamp album.

Looking at the Butcher's Box who was enjoying a gluttonous feast, he asked thoughtfully.

"Old Lu, do you think people... are always changing?"

Sambar didn't seem to expect that Zhao Ke would ask such a question.

However, he has amazing experience. Although he is not as old as the old tree, in terms of experience, he has traveled far and wide and is well-informed.

After thinking for a moment: "That Wang Heng, you still remember."

Zhao Ke nodded.

"People are always changing, because the environment is also changing, and the people you come into contact with are also changing. Finally, when you regain your senses, you will actually find that you have become another person, a person you may have hated. Own."

In life, people are constantly compromising and constantly being changed.

In reality, how many people can truly remain unchanged? ?

Song Heng, Zhao Ke's elder brother, is also different in the big dye vat of society, from a cook to a businessman.

Sambar sighed, and stared at the sky above his head with cloudy eyes: "Pure people are always in the minority, just like me, a pure demon, who doesn't deliberately learn any spells, and focuses on my Golden Core Dao, Focus makes me happy."