Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

People seem to have seen that the alluring beauty has taken off the cups on her body, exposing her tall and plump weapon, telling everyone how plump and juicy she is.

It is simply the seduction of Chi Guoguo.

"Never mind, I can't take it anymore."

Zhang Haigen couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and said, "Give me a big bowl of such a bitch."

After Zhang Haigen finished speaking, he realized that he had made a mistake, and immediately changed his words: "No! No, it's delicious. Give me a big bowl, add soup, and coriander!"

Zhao Ke raised his head, stretched out his hand to Zhang Haigen, and said, "It's two o'clock postage, small business, please pay the bill first!"

Two o'clock postage, the price is really not cheap.

In the most expensive Lion House in Ghost City, a super luxurious meal is only 3 points.

A small bowl of stewed pork actually costs 2 points of postage, which is a bit too expensive, no wonder you have to pay first.

"Prickly..."

Zhang Haigen gritted his teeth, looked at the stew in front of him, and stomped his feet: "I bought it!"

There's no way, it's not because Hai Gen doesn't have enough concentration, it's just that this bitch is too tempting.

Two postal points, although a bit more expensive, Zhang Haigen can still get this postal point.

Chapter 671

"okay!"

Zhao Ke received the postage and began to pack it for Zhang Haigen.

Three taels of stewed pork, a piece of sausage, and two pieces of cooked noodle pancakes, cut into pieces, and placed in a bowl with a stuffing bag.

Sprinkle a pinch of coriander and chopped green onion, pour half a spoonful of brine, the simplicity is outrageous.

"Just this thing, 2 o'clock postage?? Not even a bowl of TM???"

Zhang Haigen carried the plastic bag and walked back with a confused face. He thought that there should be a lot of postage at 2 o'clock, and that's it?

In an instant, Zhang Haigen suddenly felt that he had been slaughtered.

Looking back at Ke Zhao: "Hey, Qingdao prawns are not as expensive as you, and cut cakes are cheaper than you. I want to return them!"

Zhao Ke gave Zhang Haigen a blank look, took out a sign and stood it aside.

Pointing to the sign, the eight characters "Food sold, no return or exchange" said: "If you like to eat or not, if you don't eat, get out."

"Fuck me!"

Zhang Haigen froze for a moment, never seen such arrogance.

If it wasn't for Qi Liang and the others pulling him, Zhang Haigen really wanted to rush up and smash his stall.

"Forget it, let's go quickly, we still have business to do."

Qi Liang didn't want to cause trouble, so he dragged Zhang Haigen away. After walking out of the crowd, Zhang Haigen became more and more angry, looking at the bag of stewed meat in his hand.

I wanted to throw it away, but when I thought about it, after all, it was two points in exchange for postage, so it would be a pity to throw it away.

"Why don't you try it, you can't just throw it away like this?"

Holding the plastic bag, Zhang Haigen felt very embarrassed. He wanted to buy a bunch of it, but it turned out to be such a small bag, neither to throw it away nor to eat it. That feeling...

"You guys eat, I don't like meat."

Qi Liang shook his head, but didn't take another look at the stewed meat in Zhang Haigen's hand.

It's not that this pot of old brine is not attractive enough.

But every time Qi Liang saw such a big pot of cooking meat, he couldn't help thinking of the first time he entered the horror space.

The pot of stew I ate in Xiong Da's family.

Thinking of it, Qi Liang couldn't help his stomach churning.

Obviously, this incident has become a psychological shadow on Qi Liang, and he can't get rid of it every time he thinks about it.

"Okay, we're done."

Seeing that Qi Liang refused to eat, Zhang Haigen and his companion held the plastic bag in their hands, and each of them took a symbolic bite, although they all knew they were being cheated.

But if you don't eat it, you will feel even more embarrassed. After all, it is exchanged at 2 o'clock.

However, after taking a mouthful of stewed meat, Zhang Haigen and his companion suddenly stopped their steps, and couldn't help but look at each other.

"Gudong" a mouthful of saliva was swallowed down the throats of the two of them.

Looking at the bag of stewed stew in his hand again: "It's so delicious!"

2 points, for low-level postmen, it may not be affordable, but the quantity is too small, so it is not worthwhile.

But in the eyes of mid-level postmen, this amount of postage is really not much.

It's just that many people are greedy for watching, but they actually go up to buy, but there are not many people, and more people gather around to watch the fun.

"Hmph, I went to the ghost market to buy stewed stew, and I was pushing a small cart, hehe, I'm afraid that even people and carts will be taken away later."

Someone walked by with a cold smile in his heart.

If the ghost market allowed stalls, it would have been no different from the Caishikou on the street.

Ghosts go to shop.

Although there is no explicit prohibition, this seems to be an unspoken rule that everyone defaults to at the same time.

The other party set up a stall like this, and it was actually at the entrance of the Red Smoke Pavilion.

In the eyes of many people, Zhao Ke is not far from bad luck.

It's just that a crowd of people waited and waited, but no one from the Red Smoke Pavilion intervened.

Even a few turtles and girls stood at the door, staring eagerly at Zhao Ke's stewed pot, with strange expressions for a while.

Zhao Ke was not in a hurry, and waited slowly.

Earning postage points is a trivial matter, Zhao Ke doesn't believe it, if he sells the cook's marinated stew on the street, the cook will let it go.

After all, this thing was given to him by her.