Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

After speaking, twisting her waist, she quickly walked out with the wine jar in her arms.

Looking at the proprietress's small waist like a water snake and her twisted buttocks, she can see her round and shapely silhouette through her skirt.

Wang Mazi couldn't help curling his lips, drooling greedily in his heart, thinking whether he should be a bully himself or something when he left.

"What are you still doing, hurry up!" The proprietress turned her head and glared at the two of them.

Under the urging, Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi started to get busy.

Although Zhao Ke is the most wanted person on the reward list, tied with Yang Wancai.

There are very few people who have seen Zhao Ke's true face.

Besides, Zhao Ke is now dressed as a monk.

Not afraid of being recognized.

As for Wang Mazi, in the words of the big smoker, this guy has long been treated as a passing internet celebrity.

The ghost market changes every second. Even though Wang Mazi used to be famous, but he hasn't appeared for a long time, he will naturally be replaced by a newcomer. Even if someone knows about it, no one mentions it.

Naturally, I don't worry about being noticed.

Wang Mazi walked to the dining table with the hot meal in his hand, and put the meal down carefully.

Three men, two women, and five postmen didn't seem to be a team, but more like teammates who were put together temporarily and made a temporary companion.

Sitting there talking and laughing, but the guarded eyes between each other have betrayed the relationship between them.

The five people were talking, and they glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

Looking at each other, I saw a person disappearing from the dining table without a sound.

Perhaps there were too many guests suddenly today, and the kitchen was a bit too busy, and even a few dishes were not served on the tables of diners.

"Hey, why are you so slow, go to the kitchen and urge me."

The urging voices appeared from time to time, making the proprietress sweat on her forehead, she pushed Zhao Ke, and asked him to go to the back kitchen to urge him.

In fact, Zhao Ke didn't need to go to the back kitchen, he could tell that the cook in the back kitchen was going crazy with his work just by hearing the sound of chopping in the back kitchen.

It's no wonder that with this skill, without a helper in the kitchen, it's natural that one person has enough energy to deal with such a large group of guests.

However, according to the proprietress' instructions, Zhao Ke didn't mind going to the back kitchen for a while.

Although I don't want to see the apprentice cook in the back kitchen, it's good to go and be lazy.

As soon as he opened the door curtain, Zhao Ke walked towards the kitchen.

I saw a fat man with a few heads of 1.8 meters, manipulating the kitchen knife in his hand, chopping the ribs on the chopping board violently.

"Boom blah blah!!"

Looking at the scene of bones flying across the chopping board, Zhao Ke suddenly regretted what he was doing in the kitchen when he was full.

With a sound of "Boom!", the cutting board almost jumped up as soon as the knife went down.

How could this be chopping meat? Those who didn't know it thought it was the scene of a murder case.

"Hey!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke really couldn't take it anymore. As a cook, in Zhao Ke's eyes, this is not a profession, nor is it a skill.

It is an art, an avenue.

Three thousand avenues, kitchen, is also a broad avenue.

If you are an ordinary person, Zhao Ke will not be demanding, even if the taste is not good, Zhao Ke can still eat it with relish.

But if you cook for guests, Zhao Ke really can't bear it.

"what??"

The fat man is about 1.8 meters tall, looking back with a cold face, his bushy beard is still smeared with meat, like a bear, glaring at Zhao Ke with triangular eyes: "The kitchen is important, what are you monk doing here, get out!"

Zhao Ke was still upset at first, but when he heard this sentence, he was annoyed by the fat man.

Yes, I also know the word "kitchen important place".

After taking a look at the fat man, Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows, clasped his hands together and lowered his head, and said, "Amitabha, there is a guest outside who said that the dishes you cook are like pig food, which is difficult to swallow. The dishes are like the person, and the cook is also a pig." !"

After hearing Zhao Ke's words, the expression on the fat man's face froze for a few seconds.

Lifting the kitchen knife in his hand, he saw the fat man rushing out like flying. Standing in the kitchen, Zhao Ke could still hear the fat man's roar: "That stupid grandson dares to scold me."

After about 10 minutes, I saw the fat man walking back angrily.

Before the person entered the door, the voice had already come in: "Monk, go out and prove to the proprietress that I have been in the kitchen all the time...Huh??"

While speaking, the fat man had already stepped in, but he was taken aback when he glanced at the kitchen.

I saw that in the kitchen, the scales of the fish had been scraped off, the internal organs were processed, and the ribs that I hadn't chopped had already turned into braised pork ribs.

He also brought seven or eight vegetarian dishes, which were placed aside, steaming.

"I told you to cook quickly, why are you so slow?"

At this time, the proprietress from behind also came in, and the guests in front were getting impatient.

It was only when I entered the kitchen that I saw that the dishes were ready.

Immediately, those almond eyes stared at the fat man fiercely, and pinched the fat man's arm with his hand: "Where are you sincerely angry with my mother? The dishes are all ready, and you don't know how to say it."

The fat man was taken aback, looked at the dishes, and opened his mouth again, instinctively wanting to say that he didn't cook these dishes.

But the proprietress was already getting impatient, and urged Wang Mazi who had just walked in from the outside, saying: "Hurry up, serve the dishes, don't come here and stay in a daze."

"Oh oh oh!"

Wang Mazi nodded, and quickly left with two dishes.

Seeing this, the fat man couldn't help scratching his head, thinking: "Hey, are you really alive?"

But the fat man didn't think too much about it, anyway, the dishes are ready.

The food cooked by Zhao Ke himself is naturally delicious, and the smell of the food began to fill the front hall immediately.

"Hey, the cooking skills of your family are really extraordinary."