Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The fourth child kicked the second child's ass, and cursed: "Go away, go to your Red Green Square to find chickens."

The second child grinned and cursed: "Can Hongcuifang's chicken be eaten?"

It's just that after he finished speaking, the third child couldn't help but interjected: "We don't know if you can eat it or not, but you should eat a lot of abalone from Hongcuilou girl."

"Hahahaha!"

The boss, the third child, and the fourth child laughed out loud.

On the other hand, Lao Wu said with a simple and honest smile: "Hey, whatever is fine, even chicken."

The second child's face almost turned black, and he was about to beat the third child after chasing him.

Fortunately, at this time, the boss interrupted their unscrupulous uproar in time.

"Go, go, stop talking nonsense, we owe us three months, and we will make up for it today. We only have half the night this time, so hurry up and cook."

When Zhao Ke heard this, his face turned half black instantly, he smoked the cigarette stick in his hand, squinted at the five guys in front of him and said, "You really think my place is a restaurant."

Fifth child: "That's right, it says at the door, restaurant."

The corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, half choked to death, he took a deep breath and said, "No, are you coming to say hello, I don't have anything prepared?"

To be honest, Zhao Ke was completely forgotten about this incident.

I don't have anything prepared on hand, besides, I threw away half a pot of oil from Youming last time in order to pack ginseng, and my hands are poor and empty, how can I cook for them? ?

But in this matter, the five ghosts don't feel that they are in the wrong. It is not easy for them to come once. If there is a phone call, how can they notify in advance.

They simply sat in front of Zhao Ke with puffy faces and staring eyes, meaning, we don't care, you can figure it out.

That is, if these five old ghosts dared to do this, if it were someone else, Zhao Ke would have given them all to Huo Huo with a knife.

However, Zhao Ke still counted on them to design synthetic stamps for himself, offend him, and he couldn't offend them, so he had to hold his nose and admit it.

Knocking on the smoke pot in his hand, Zhao Ke stood up, walked to the kitchen, glanced around, but saw nothing.

Now I keep a butcher's box, there are meat and other things, and I also eat it for him, but I don't have much on my side.

Zhao Ke was in distress, when he heard the five ghosts making a fuss in the living room outside.

The noise made Zhao Ke feel annoyed for a while, so he simply opened the window and let some cool air blow in.

"boom!"

At this time, I heard the booming sound of Bingmihua coming from the village not far away, and the joyful shouts of several children.

When the voice came to his ears, Zhao Ke suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He slapped his forehead. He was stupid. Why didn't his mind turn around? He turned around and walked outside.

"Hey, where are you going??"

Seeing that Zhao Ke was about to go out, the five ghosts immediately stood up and wanted to follow, fearing that Zhao Ke would run away.

"Wait, I'll be back later."

After Zhao Ke said this, he closed the door without any hassle, and then went straight to Xiangcun. After about ten minutes, Zhao Ke came back from the outside, holding an old hen in his hand.

"It's really chicken!"

When the second child saw the chicken, his eyes almost popped out, drooling greedily.

At this time, Zhao Ke walked into the kitchen, threw the chicken on the ground, and casually called out the butcher's box.

After the butcher's box was called out, he saw the old hen running in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth and said "ah", he was about to bite on it.

Unexpectedly, just as he opened his mouth, he was kicked in the face by Zhao Ke: "I can't give you this right now, but I'll give it to you when it's cooked. Let's discuss something."

Butcher Zhihe rolled his eyes, and he heard Zhao Ke whispering beside him: "Last time you ate so much hell carrion, you must have not digested it, give me some, not too much, just as big as your fist, wait for these five The guy sent away, I'll make something delicious for you."

After hearing Zhao Ke's words, Butcher Zhihe couldn't open his mouth, but looking at his big toad-like eyes, he knew that this guy disagreed.

Seeing this, the corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, and he walked to the casserole that was still simmering on a low fire, took down the pot of beef brisket, and opened a gap in front of the butcher's box.

"Is it fragrant?"

Not to mention the Butcher's Box, even the five old ghosts in the back salivated when they smelled the scent.

"vomit!"

As if unable to bear the temptation of the aroma, Butcher Box finally opened its mouth and spit out a piece of undigested hell rotten meat.

A sticky ball of meat, still wrapped in an unknown liquid.

The corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, and he stuffed the ball of meat back into the mouth of the Butcher's Box, and said, "Change the shape for me."

As Zhao Ke said, he put his hand on the Butcher's Box, and according to his own memory, changed the piece of meat into what he wanted.

"vomit"

After the Butcher's Box was spit out again, Zhao Ke took a look and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Open the casserole and pour the whole pot of beef brisket into the mouth of the butcher's box like taking out the garbage.

"delicious!"

The Butcher's Box twitched, felt the deliciousness of the beef brisket, and couldn't help but change a little in the eyes he looked at Zhao Ke. He stood upright and stared at Zhao Ke's every move.

Zhao Ke was focused on cooking, so he ignored Butcher's Box.

After getting the materials, Zhao Ke started to get busy.

To Zhao Ke, such things as killing chickens are completely pediatrics, but Zhao Ke wants to make some changes at this moment.

He took out Xue Jizi and put it in his hand. The silver blade reflected the unusually bright seaweed texture under the light, and the cold air emitted caused the temperature of the surrounding air to drop a lot.

At this time, all famous utensils are in the hands of Zhao Ke, but they have become Zhao Ke's favorite kitchen knife.

With a flash of the blade, the chicken was cut open along the abdomen, and the bone-piercing cold instantly froze the wound, including the internal organs and blood.

Immediately, Zhao Ke squinted his eyes, took out a ginseng thick as a radish from the postal album, looked at the hen in front of him, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly inserted the ginseng along the hen's gap. go in.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, but Zhao Ke's kitchen was still brightly lit, and the two ordinary kitchen knives on the chopping board processed the ingredients as quickly as lightning.

Precise knife work, let people look at it.

In fact, he can cook, and there is nothing unusual about it.