Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

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Mixed with quail and duck egg yolks and spices.

The heavy yellow color looks a bit like the heavy color of paint, which makes people stay away from it.

Only when the steak is on the charcoal fire.

The temperature of the charcoal fire makes the spices on it start to react ingeniously.

Steak overflowing with fat.

Sizzle.

Although it is roasting, it is also using the temperature of the charcoal fire to make the fat inside boil by itself.

The original heavy-colored steak was gradually baked into a gold-like, golden yellow in the wrapping of fat.

And filled with the unique flavor of beef and spices mixed together.

"Well, it smells like willows!"

Zhao Ke sniffed desperately, even suppressing his five senses to the minimum.

Only the sense of smell is left, so that I can focus more on identifying the secret spices of this grilled steak.

Perhaps only in this way can we ensure that we will not be affected by lustful personality.

Zhao Ke has already started to want to let the lust personality dissipate immediately.

But at this moment, Zhao Ke's nose touched something.

Soft, with a faint scent mixed with sweat.

Kind of... like a big overripe apple.

Suddenly Zhao Ke's ears felt hot, and his earlobes seemed to be wrapped in hot springs. He only heard Kerry Lass softly ringing in his ears:

The voice was soft and playful: "After working so hard for so long, you must be hungry. Give you something to eat, don't be picky eaters!"

Just listening to Kerry Lass talking, Zhao Ke heard a bang.

It's the butcher's box idiot.

This guy was wrapped around the iron lock, bouncing and pulling the trolley behind him.

Like a toad.

The big eyes stared at Zhao Ke who was imprisoned on the chair.

Poor eyes.

Obviously, after her avatar disappeared, this guy probably became her blowing bag.

Being abused in a different way.

For example, let the Butcher's Box stare longingly at the delicacies on the table.

But it was hungry for three days.

Finally, give it a piece of rotten meat.

Not as small as the size of a palm.

For the Butcher's Box, this was torture like hell.

Let it finally understand that Zhao Ke, who often feeds him pig feed, is really kind to him.

It's just that he saw that his own master couldn't protect himself at this time.

Butcher's Box wisely chose to keep its mouth shut.

Pulling the dining car behind him, he came to the table.

There is a small grill in the dining car.

The golden steak on top is no different from the picture that Zhao Ke imagined.

The golden steak was still sizzling with oil on the grill.

For his masterpiece, Kerry Russ seems very satisfied.

But soon, she frowned again.

"I prepared this carefully for you, oh, forgot, you don't eat meat..."

Kerry Lars pretended to be embarrassed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his fingers were lightly twisting the tulle on his body, which made people feel pitiful.

Unfortunately, Zhao Ke couldn't see it.

I don't want to see it either.

Kerry Rath suddenly covered his mouth and smiled, showing his pair of white canine teeth, looking at Zhao Ke who was bound on the chair: "But I know, you will definitely taste it, won't you!"

Zhao Ke nodded numbly.

Seeing Zhao Ke nodding, Kerry Rath silently retracted the dagger that was on Zhao Ke's crotch.

Satisfied, he sliced the steak open with the dagger.

"Crack!"

Unlike normal steaks, the blade cuts through the steak.

But with a very crisp sound.

It's the layer of spices on the outside, baked golden and crisp.

Cut the crispy skin on the outside, and a strong fragrance comes out.

I saw that the center of the cut of the steak was still pink with blood.

A piece was cut off and put on Zhao Ke's mouth.

The familiar smell of meat in front of you.

Zhao Ke clenched his teeth, but at this moment, he saw Kerry Rath lift his slender thighs and step on the chair with his left foot.