Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke regretted his natal stamp in his heart. This stamp, which he had worked so hard to get, was destroyed by himself before it could shine.

But compared to the old man, Zhao Ke prefers the latter.

There is always a way to get back the broken things. If not, the worst result is that you will be a bit miserable, but if you live, you will have a chance to turn around sooner or later.

But there is only one old man, besides Lei Ke, he is his closest relative, even in Zhao Ke's heart, the old man has the same status as his father.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke took a deep breath, "You must wait for me!" He turned his gaze to the side: "Hey, do you have anything to eat? Anything is fine."

In this kind of place, Zhao Ke no longer expects to have any delicious food.

Now he feels like he is possessed by a butcher's box, and he has no other pursuits, as long as he can eat enough.

He needs a lot of food to activate his gluttony personality so that he can recover quickly.

"food?"

The woman poked her head out from the corner, and I have to say, that face...

Zhao Ke had no choice but to close his eyes. To describe it in four words, he was so ugly.

"Wait a minute, I'll change clothes, oh, no peeking!"

At this moment, Zhao Ke finally realized why the old man had to close his eyes when he greeted Yi Nu.

The voice is round and smooth, as melodious and clear as a lark's antelope.

With a slightly playful tone, many images can come to mind in your mind, such as Lolita, Yu Jie, the girl next door...

With this voice, if you go to a singing competition, you will definitely win the championship.

Oh... Forget about Hua Xiahao's voice, it's a place for telling stories and fighting for mentors.

With such a nice voice, how can people find a reason to brush you down, so they can only ask you to leave in the backstage.

After about a few minutes, Zhao Ke heard the sound of chopping vegetables.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Hearing the sound of cutting vegetables, Zhao Ke frowned slightly, "Amateur!"

Perhaps because of being a chef, Zhao Ke has some occupational diseases in his heart.

It's also a shame that the other party is not a professional chef, otherwise such knife skills would be rubbish...

Fortunately, Zhao Ke himself didn't have much hope.

After all, it would be nice to have a stutter in this place.

Don't expect too much.

With the sound of cooking in the wok and the smell in the room.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but add a few labels to this woman named Yi Nu.

Idiots, novices in the kitchen, expert pig eaters, ground-digging stir-fry, etc.

In the great gap in Zhao Ke's heart, he heard Yi Ren coming, holding a bowl of black things in his hand.

When he smelled that smell, Zhao Ke already regretted it in his heart.

"Let's eat. I don't have anything prepared today. You can eat something first. This is very hungry." It seemed to see Zhao Ke's frown.

Yi Nu's voice was a little aggrieved.

Just like Zhao Ke's previous evaluation, it is not an exaggeration to say that such a voice is the sound of nature.

Zhao Ke was very upset when he heard that, but after thinking about it, it was true that he and a woman were so childish, it was too boring.

Although this is regarded as the reward for selling Xue Jizi to her.

But there is no need to just care about it, it seems that I am stingy.

Thinking about it, Zhao Ke couldn't ask for so much anymore, so he kept his eyes closed, because Zhao Ke was worried that when he opened his eyes, he would just spit it all out.

Holding the side of the bowl, pinching his nose, I believe that I will take a bite into my mouth.

The sticky taste on his lips made Zhao Ke's frown deepen, and he swallowed with difficulty.

Sudden!Zhao Ke's wrist flicked slightly, and his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, staring straight at the sesame paste-like thing in his bowl, "It smells so good!"

Chapter 806 The Great Purge

The porridge in the bowl, which looked like black sesame paste, exuded a strong and pungent smell.

This smell, with a fermented musty acid, mixed with a smell of ginger, is almost in front of him.

Zhao Ke was basically in despair.

However, when Zhao Ke took a small sip with the determination to die.

The glutinous, soft and sandy taste bursting out from the taste buds did not have any strange taste as Zhao Ke thought.

And quite the opposite.

After the slight apricot bitterness, there is a special fragrance, like walnut kernel, but it is not greasy.

And what surprised Zhao Ke even more is that after eating it, if you taste it carefully, there will be a faint sweetness, which makes people have a long aftertaste.

It is not so much a bowl of porridge, but if it is frozen, it is more like a dessert.

"Delicious? Why don't you eat more, there's still in the pot." The woman beside her looked at Zhao Ke, holding the bowl and stuffing it into her mouth.

I didn't take it seriously, I just thought that this person might be too hungry.

When you're hungry, everything tastes good.

In fact, Zhao Ke is indeed hungry, but he is hungry, but as a professional chef, Zhao Ke believes in his own sense of taste.

"What is this made of?"

Zhao Ke tasted it carefully, but he didn't eat it. What is in this bowl of porridge made of.

I can only feel from experience that such a delicate taste should not be grains.

But when he raised his head, Zhao Ke regretted it.

Seeing that horrible face, the corners of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched involuntarily.