Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But on the side of the blade, it is murderous and extremely sharp.

The handle of the knife is very long. It seems that normal people need both hands to wield this big knife.

The shape of this knife looks more like an ancient ghost-headed sword.

If Zhao Ke's guess is correct, the original owner of this knife is probably a fat pig.

It's just that for some unknown reason, it was differentiated.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke squinted his eyes and put the sword back into its sheath.

A smile finally appeared on his face: "Fifth brother is polite now, but since fifth brother is so kind, I will not be polite."

Zhao Ke was talking, put the knife into the wooden box, and put the wooden box on the table.

I plan to wait until I go back to see the ability of this big knife.

Knives are a bonus.

But it wasn't Zhao Kelai's purpose.

Zhao Ke grinned, patted his belly and said, "Fifth brother, I heard that you are full of food here? Is it true?"

As Zhao Ke said, he didn't forget to shake the sun badge on his chest.

That's right, although there is no real power.

But the status is more than one level higher than that of Fat Cat.

Zhao Ke said he wanted to stay here for dinner, but how could the fat cat drive people out? ?

He didn't dare to borrow the guts of a fat cat and a leopard. After all, Zhao Ke represented the messenger of the true god.

Although I greeted the old 68-generation ancestors in my heart, the fat cat still had to force a smile on his face.

"Of course, a top chef was specially invited tonight. It is said that this chef is lucky. All three of his prostheses have died, and he has evolved three times. He has evolved supernatural powers! Using supernatural powers to cook, The taste is extraordinary!"

"Oh, such a good cook, I have to enjoy the food, let me tell you first, if I'm not full, I won't leave!" Zhao Ke said seriously.

"Put it in, I promise to make you full!!"

Sha Mao sneered in his heart, but he didn't take this sentence to heart at all.

With the small body of the sixth child, I'm afraid that he can even eat the amount of a dish to death.

At this time, the Great Xia Ding was inside.

Zhao Ke said like a sambar: "What do you eat, order yourself, and I will make sure you are full today!"

"hungry!"

Before the sambar could speak, the butcher Zhihe's dull eyes lit up instantly when he heard the word full.

Although I don't know why recently, my mind is always dizzy.

But Butcher's Box, he remembered clearly that he hadn't had a full meal for a long, long time.

Before dinner, Zhao Ke took the time to take a look at Fat Pig.

Naturally, it is impossible for this guy to be treated as comfortably as in an Australian hospital.

A fat pig that has been hacked into a stick by Zhao Ke.

The body is fixed on an iron bed, and the body is filled with pipes, eating and drinking, and there is no need for a special person to serve it.

These tubes can completely replace the daily metabolism of fat pigs.

In other words, except for the occasional movement of the eyeballs of the current fat pig.

The whole person has been tortured to the point of being out of shape, and is completely a mass of fat that is still alive.

As if seeing Zhao Kehou, Fat Pig's pupils tightened suddenly, and his body struggled slightly.

But it was a pity that he was tied very firmly, and coupled with the torture during this period, he couldn't lift a little bit of strength in his body.

After two symbolic struggles, he lay heavily on the iron bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Zhao Ke believed that if he sent the fat pig to the west with one knife at this time, this guy would definitely thank him.

"Hehe, do you want to die? Don't worry, I will personally send you to the west in a short time!"

Zhao Ke grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth.

The palm of the hand patted the fat pig's shoulder three times.

Fat Pig didn't care at first, but when Zhao Ke left, his despairing and empty pupils suddenly ignited a fiery light, and he looked at Zhao Ke's back, his expression became complicated.

At night, Zhao Ke and Sha Mao sat at the dining table.

Soon, I saw a series of meals outside the door being served on the table.

Sha Mao seemed to care a lot about what Zhao Ke said today. The plate of each dish was as big as a washbasin.

The ruddy and translucent roast beef exudes an attractive aroma.

A plate of meat, to say the least, should weigh about ten catties.

Let alone two people, even ten grown-up men might not be able to eat so much.

Not to mention, other dinner plates of the same size also had the same amount of meat as a mountain.

It makes people feel full just looking at it.

Zhao Ke glanced at the meals on the table, and subconsciously frowned.

If you use one sentence to describe it, the chef's hand has been.

Zhao Ke is willing to say tactfully: "Very bad cooking."

To put it simply and bluntly, it is simply: "garbage!"

In the past, with such food, Zhao Ke didn't even have the desire to move his chopsticks, but today is different.

I saw a smile on Zhao Ke's face: "Then I won't be polite!"

With that said, Zhao Ke picked up the plate in his hand.

Pointing to the plate of braised beef on the table.