Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Fortunately, Ke Zhao, before entering the horror space, his authority was improved, and the stamp added a blank page, so he pretended to be a little more than Lu Hao.

But even so, Zhao Ke still felt that it was not enough.

Re-select those ginsengs in the stamp album. Throw away the small and unattractive ones and replace them with better ones.

At this moment, the mood of the two of them seemed to be standing in the corn field with a big harvest, and they felt so refreshed that they couldn't help it.

"Don't waste it!"

Lu Hao looked at his full warehouse of ginseng and those on the ground, and felt that it was such a waste, what a pity.

Grabbed one that looked big and fat, but didn't return to its original shape, opened the thigh, and bit on it, "Gaba Gaba" took a few bites, then threw it aside, and then grabbed the next one to continue gnawing.

After eating Lu Hao, he felt like he was about to ascend to immortality!

At this time, I saw Ke Zhao, who suddenly took out a large pot from the stamp album, poured in a pot of oil, and put it on the campfire.

He took out the pot of boiled beef soup from the stamp album and put it aside.

Eighteen kinds of kitchen utensils were taken out one by one by Zhao Ke, raised his head and said.

"Yes, you can't just waste it like this. Before you leave, let's have a meal first."

He took out a complete set of knives from the stamp album, beef, seasoning, and two kitchen knives, and wiped them on Zhao Ke's hands. Zhao Ke grinned and showed his white teeth. He grabbed a ginseng baby and chopped off his head. Start it, and extract the bitter taste of ginseng itself.

"Dong dong dong..."

Beef mixed with ginseng, minced together, adding starch and seasoning, each ball was formed in Zhao Ke's hands, thrown into the oil pan and fried, and in a blink of an eye, Zhao Ke fished out golden balls and put them on the table. aside.

Lu Hao tried to take a mouthful. The golden and crispy skin was squeezed by his teeth, and the sauce wrapped by Zhao Ke overflowed. The oily aroma in his mouth was instantly mixed with the tender beef inside, which almost made Lu Hao Hao swallowed his tongue together.

Zhao Ke took a sip, but immediately frowned. Although the taste was good, it was far from enough to satisfy Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke began to take out some vegetarian dishes. It is said that ginseng is a kind of medicinal material, which is bitter and hard to chew.

But in the hands of Zhao Ke, this is not a problem, it is mentioned in the book of Wanshi.

Those who feed on flesh and blood are inferior.

Those who feed on the rare treasures of heaven and earth are the middle vehicle.

Only by feeding on all things and eating their spirits can we be superior.

As an aspiring chef, Zhao Ke must of course make the best use of Wanshishu.

With both hands, absorb all the essence of ginseng, and transfer it to tender bamboo shoots, fresh fish, and beef with good taste.

Seeing this, Lu Hao kept busy sending those ginseng babies to Zhao Ke's chopping board. Zhao Ke grabbed the ginseng with both hands and extracted the essence from the ginseng.

Originally juicy like a radish, the baby ginseng was sucked up by Ke Zhao and turned dry, hard and withered, and was thrown into the bonfire by Ke Zhao casually to be used as firewood.

People have heard of such things as burning fire with money.

Can use ginseng essence as firewood, this kind of thing, only Zhao Ke can do it.

"Bang bang bang..."

The peppers were chopped, added butter and seasonings, quickly stir-fried in the pot, added a spoonful of thick beef soup, and in a blink of an eye, a pot of bright red and shiny spicy oil hot pot was brought to the table by Zhao Ke.

Put the previously prepared ingredients aside, the exquisite small dishes, each side dish, were neatly sliced ​​by Zhao Ke.

Take a piece of beef with chopsticks, and you will see that the beef has been cut into a coin-like thickness. This thickness is the most delicious and delicious.

Coupled with the bright red boiling hot pot in front of him, just the smell in the air made Lu Hao almost unbearable.

"Start, eat!"

Zhao Ke waved his hand, and the two buried their heads in their mouths and began to eat vigorously.

Chapter 192 The Carriage

"Oh……"

Zhao Ke lay down on the ground, stroking his belly with his hands, and couldn't remember the last time he ate so full.

It seems to be... the pot of stewed vegetables made by the old man for himself!

Satisfied with wine and food, Zhao Ke touched his nose and felt that the bridge of his nose was burning. He took a breath as if he was breathing fire. He looked down at the tent under his crotch that was rising with anger, and Zhao Ke couldn't help but laugh.

I am not bad, perhaps because my body has become stronger than ordinary people after being nourished by the essence of stone milk.

A pot of ginseng and a pot of tonic can still last.

It was Lu Hao who was on the sidelines, who was almost killed!After eating half of it, I lay on the ground and couldn't take it anymore.

"My God! Whether this thing is a tonic or a poison, I'm a little suspicious of life now!"

Lu Hao covered his forehead with one hand, feeling as if his whole body was about to explode.

The delicious food he ate before is now in his stomach, like a petrol bomb lit, making Lu Hao feel that his whole body is not well.

The nosebleed couldn't be stopped at all, so he could only cut his palm with a knife and let the blood out to lower his blood pressure. Otherwise, Lu Hao really doubted whether he would suddenly become, the first, the postman who was eaten to death by himself.

"Stop being hypocritical! Get up and work."

Zhao Ke kicked and kicked Lu Hao, there are still a lot of ginseng babies here, so we can't just waste them all.

"Brother, it's all like this, you can't eat it, you can't take it away, what else do you want?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up!"

Zhao Ke ignored Lu Hao's nonsense, got up, and began to count those ginseng babies that couldn't be taken away one by one, knocked them back to their original shapes, and put them on the cutting board.

"Hey!"

Zhao Ke hiccupped, his eyes were red, and his temples were bulging. Although he was not as exaggerated as Lu Hao, it was not much better.

Taking out a bottle, Zhao Ke grabbed a ginseng and urged the camera source hand, and saw Zhao Ke hooked his finger, and a drop of golden oil-like liquid was squeezed out from the ginseng in his hand, and Zhao Ke carefully put it in the bottle inside.

This is the essence of ginseng essence. Zhao Ke squeezed it repeatedly in the body of ginseng essence with his hands, and finally squeezed out such a drop. It can be said that a drop of water is like gold, as precious as it is.

As for the squeezed ginseng essence, although the appearance has not changed, the tissue structure inside has completely changed, completely losing a little bit of activity, and the dried one is no different from a pile of rotten grass.

Being thrown aside casually by Zhao Ke, Lu Hao was very sensible and immediately handed over the second one.

After eating a large pot of ginseng pot, Zhao Ke felt as if his whole body was full of energy, and he didn't feel tired. He squeezed out the one in his hand and immediately used another one.

After about an hour, looking at the three and a half bottles of ginseng oil on the cutting board, Zhao Ke finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.