Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Five people jumped out of the building, turned into five streaks of black mist and quickly entered the tent.

The light in the tent was obviously treated specially. Although the light was very bright, it was very soft. There was only one dish on the table.

I don’t know the name of the dish, but I saw this dish. The square pieces of meat stand on the plate, the sebum is like emerald, crystal clear, the thick soup is wrapped around these pieces of meat, and a plum is sliced ​​into thin slices and pasted on it. meat side.

The sour smell of plums is mixed with the aroma of meat.

It makes people feel that the saliva from the cheeks can't stop flowing out. A piece of emerald mint leaves is attached to the meat. The green color of the buds seems to be the finishing touch of this dish, and the oncoming fat visual sense, adding a bit of freshness to nature.

Five heads surrounded the dish, with extremely complicated expressions on their faces.

Fifth child: "Looks good."

Fourth child: "It smells so good."

Third child: "I regret it."

Second child: "Me too."

Boss: "+1"

If I had known this was the case, I would not have come in. Looking at this delicious dish in front of me, I can only look at it but not eat it. It is too tortured.

At this moment, Lao Wu suddenly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and said at the same time: "It doesn't matter, even if you can't eat it, I will take a bite."

The other four brothers turned their heads one after another, fearing that the fifth child would spit it out later and ruin the work of art.

After all, humans and ghosts are different, and yin and yang have different paths. Living people can't eat the incense offered by ghosts and gods, and ghosts and gods can't eat the delicacies of living people.

When living people offer sacrifices to their ancestors, what they actually eat is the smell that sticks to the incense.

If you really eat it, even if it is delicacies from mountains and seas, the taste will definitely not be any better than soil.

I saw that after the fifth child ate it, his mouth creaked and chewed fiercely, and that black face was about to turn into a red face at the end of the meal, after he swallowed it in one gulp.

Lao Wu's eyes were shining brightly, and he slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, feeling the strong fragrance on the tip of his tongue and taste buds.

With an indescribable taste, it is this taste that enriches the texture of this dish, but it seems to have a different flavor at the end.

"What...what does it taste like?"

Lao Wu slowly raised his head and took a deep breath, as if his whole body was intoxicated by this smell. As a ghost, he was not qualified to cry, but this familiar smell made him feel strange, and his heart was about to burst into tears. melted.

At this moment, a figure came out from outside the tent.

The white kitchen skirt was spotless, and she gently pinched a maple leaf with her fingers, saying, "This is the taste of autumn."

Chapter 132

"Autumn!"

Lao Wu closed his eyes and recalled the past. The smell of maple leaves in his mouth reminded him of a long time ago.

"It was also in the autumn of that year. We made an agreement for three lives. We originally agreed to stay together for a lifetime. I didn't expect that I won the first prize, but he became a monk."

"Huh? Brother, why are you so far away from me?"

Old Daoist: "Ahem, it's okay, fifth child, I didn't expect you to be a lover. After taking a bath, my eldest brother will definitely not compete with you for a seat, but is this dish edible?"

They are ghosts, not human beings. It is said that they will never taste anything in the world, and it is even difficult to swallow it.

The fifth brother can still taste the taste of autumn, which can't help but surprise the four brothers.

"The taste is a bit off, but it's barely edible. I'm not a picky eater."

I saw that the fifth child stuffed another piece into his mouth while he was talking, and at the same time, he didn't forget to put it into his own bowl.

They were all brothers for hundreds of years. Seeing that the fifth child looked like this, how could they not understand, and immediately the eldest rushed forward, with quick eyes and quick hands, and picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

The aroma that melts in the mouth bursts out in the whole mouth in an instant. Regardless of the square shape of these meat pieces, they look very stylish.

But in fact, the meat has been steamed to the point of erosion, and it is softer than tofu in the mouth, but the lean meat is very firm and springy.

The most important thing is that, as Lao Wu said, there is a hint of maple leaf in the taste.

This kind of taste, as a ghost who can't feel the slightest warmth in the sun, one can imagine how precious it is.

"call!"

After eating a piece of meat, before the boss could recover from the smell of autumn, when he opened his eyes, the whole plate of meat had been divided up by the other four brothers.

It turned out that except for the boss who couldn't wait to pick up a piece of meat, the other four brothers first put the meat in their own bowls and tasted it slowly.

"Fuck, you guys..."

The boss stared, and stretched out his hand to grab it. The four brothers had already prepared themselves, and each held their bowls tightly, not giving the boss the slightest chance.

Seeing this, he stomped his feet and cursed loudly: "You bastards, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Ke handing a portion of meatloaf to the boss, and at the same time pointing to the remaining soup on the plate.

As soon as Ke Zhao reminded him, the boss's eyes lit up, he picked up the plate, took the meatloaf from Ke Zhao, dipped it in the soup and ate it.

The taste of the meatloaf is very special, very strong, a bit like pancakes with coarse grains, but it is a perfect match with the soup. The reddish-brown soup, paired with the meatloaf with a strong taste, is unique in your mouth. taste.

"Little brother, we are ghosts, you are human, why can we eat this dish?"

The second child spoke directly, and after taking a bite of meat, he asked Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke squinted his eyes, put his hands on his chest, bowed slightly behind him, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your compliment. This is the exclusive dish of our restaurant. It is dedicated to ghosts and spirits. It has been lost for many years."

Although Zhao Ke's words are loose words, they are also half-truths and half-false. At least the technique in the Wanshi Book has indeed been lost for a long time.

"This meat..."

The third child raised his head, and in the middle of speaking, he almost choked on the lump of meat in his mouth. He was originally a white face, but he turned into a red face. In the end, he couldn't speak anymore, so he just raised his hand and grabbed his head. .

"Tear it~"

Seeing a crack being pulled open from the third child's throat, he reached into his own throat, took out the piece of meat, and put it on the plate.

Then he took the head back and continued: "What kind of meat is this? No matter how you do it, we can't eat things from Yangjian, and we can't change this."

Seeing this, Zhao Ke raised the corner of his mouth slightly and showed a prepared smile: "Wait a minute!"

Not long after Zhao Ke walked out, he walked in carrying a box, opened the box, and the five ghosts poked their heads out to have a look, and after seeing the contents of the box clearly, they couldn't help grinning and sighing.

The fourth child couldn't help shaking his head: "It's a pity, it's a pity... such a good beauty, you spoiled it like this." When he said this, he still didn't forget to steal the meat from the third child's bowl and stuff it into his mouth inside.