Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But he didn't let himself sell it.

This is like pirating the author's novel and charging shamelessly.

"Hey, give me two."

After a long time, someone finally couldn't hold back his belly, stepped forward and started to buy two copies to have a taste.

Since the Red Smoke Pavilion doesn't care, maybe it still acquiesces.

"I'll have one too."

If there is one, there are two. It was originally to watch the excitement.

But I didn't see the excitement, but I sniffed this fragrance, the more I smelled it, the more fragrant it became, and the more I looked at it, the more unbearable it became.

The aroma is so enticing, the brine in the pot is boiling, and the aroma becomes stronger as it cooks.

The viscous soup is sprinkled on the stewed and eroded meat, which makes people want to add a mouthful of that taste.

If it is said that the local dishes belong to Xiaojiabiyu, a delicate and exquisite girl.

Then Shandong cuisine is a noble lady who is graceful, luxurious and upright.

Sichuan cuisine is like a female hero who does not give up to a man.

Henan cuisine, delicate and beautiful, delicate and sympathetic.

As for stewing... This guy is the witch in Beauty Rolling Three Thousand Zhang.

Or the old woman who still has her charm in the Red Smoke Pavilion.

What, you're old, you're not interested?

Hehe, young!

The moment she takes off her dentures, a song can be played in your head, and the name of the song is "Conquer!"

"Prickly..."

When the stewed meat arrived, some people couldn't wait to taste it.

For a time, the surrounding area was full of fragrance.

Bite down, only to feel the marinade in the meat piece flow out along the gap between the teeth, which makes people unable to help but suck the soup inside.

And a pinch of coriander in it is more like injecting soul into the stewed meat. The change in taste makes people appetite, and people unconsciously finish eating the stewed meat on their hands.

"One more serving, not ten. I will take it home and add steamed buns to eat."

After some people finished eating, they couldn't help but buy ten more copies and put them in the stamp album, intending to enjoy this gluttonous feast.

Otherwise, eating in such small bites is really not enjoyable.

"I want five!"

"I want five too, with coriander! Onion! Chili oil, all!"

Suddenly, Zhao Ke's stall was full of people.

Zhao Ke lined up to start selling. Seeing that the half pot of Luzhu was almost sold out, the cook never showed up.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke simply put on the lid of the pot.

"Sorry, I have to change places."

Since the cook did not show up, maybe the cook was really not in the Red Smoke Restaurant, so Zhao Ke could only continue to sell in another place.

"Hey, what place did you change to?"

Someone was already at the front of the line, but Zhao Ke suddenly wanted to change places, so he was naturally extremely depressed.

But Zhao Ke ignored them, moved his position, and pushed the cart to the other side of the ghost city.

Seeing this, everyone had no choice but to follow behind Zhao Ke, still maintaining a neat formation.

Watching Zhao Ke walk away.

Mo Ju popped her head out from the door, twitched the corner of her mouth, and waved her hand to call for an officer in charge: "Go, follow behind, and say hello to those bosses, don't open your eyes to anyone else, it will make my mother-in-law unhappy. "

Ordering people to watch, Mo Ju only begged this little master not to make any fools.

It can be seen that the mother-in-law is in a bad mood recently.

The last time Smoking Gun wrote a note to him, his mother-in-law cut off a big waist with scissors.

Now that they heard that Zhao Ke was coming, they all hid inside and dared not come out.

Zhao Ke specially pushed the cart and went to several restaurants to sell it.

It turned out to be a good thing, the diners inside stopped eating, and ran out to queue up to buy stewed food.

What's amazing is that several restaurants, including the Lion House, didn't care about this, which disappointed many spectators.

But there are also some people who have moved their minds.

For example, this one right now.

Seeing that someone selling Luzhu makes so much money, I rolled my eyes and tried to set up a street stall.

As a result... before the things were placed properly, four or five big men surrounded him in an instant.

Before he could resist, he was caught in an alley.

Those who came were all the best of the best, at least mid-level postmen.

There was no room for the opponent to resist at all, it was a one-sided beating.

"Dare to set up a street stall in the ghost market? This time is a lesson, next time heh!"

The one who was beaten was not convinced, pointed in the direction of Zhao Ke in the distance, and screamed: "What about him? Why don't you beat him?"

Several people looked at each other: "He has a backstage, we can't control it."

"It's great to have a backstage! Is there any law of the king! And is there any rules, you are playing favoritism!"

The master who was beaten on the ground, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he didn't dare to fight back, so he could only yell.

However, the big men nodded cautiously after hearing the words: "That's right, it's really amazing to have a backstage, you can really have no rules, you can really be lawless, hahahaha! Keep beating!"