Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Master, your concubine!"

Zhao Ke hid behind and asked the last question, but the old man turned around and gave Zhao Ke a fool, shook his head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

After finishing speaking, the old man suddenly thought of something, turned his head, and grinned at Zhao Ke: "She is sweet-scented osmanthus."

Zhao Ke: "Convex (dish operation)"

People came to say goodbye one after another, and the tables, dishes, and chopsticks were all cleaned up.

Until two o'clock in the morning, Luo Qing sent everyone away with his body like a dead dog, and closed the door.

The old man was already drunk, and occupied Zhao Ke's room again, snoring loudly.

"You've been tired all day too, go to bed, I'll clean up the rest!"

Zhao Ke patted Luo Qing on the shoulder, and surprisingly let Luo Qing go back to sleep.

For the junior brother who has been oppressed by Zhao Ke, Luo Qing couldn't believe his ears because of Zhao Ke's actions.

Seeing that Luo Qing was still in a daze, Zhao Ke's pupils flashed, revealing a glimmer of light, and cast a ghostly spell, then Luo Qing went to sleep strangely.

After Luo Qing left, Zhao Ke took a deep breath, stood up, and poured the leftovers into the big bucket.

Rubbing his forehead, he thought to himself: "The sins I have done, I still have to pay for myself after all!"

Seeing that Zhao Ke immediately called out the Butcher's Box, before the guy could open his mouth, he kicked it up and cursed: "Idiot, it's time to eat!"

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he lifted the big bucket and poured all the leftovers inside into the butcher's box in one go.

Chapter 289 Happy Year of the Dog

Early the next morning, before Luo Qingren woke up, he felt that the back of his butt was hard, and felt that something was pressing against him, which was particularly uncomfortable, so he couldn't help twisting his butt to get to the premise first.

As a result, as soon as his body moved, Luo Qing suddenly felt that something was wrong, his eyes suddenly opened, and he saw that what he was resting on was not the pillow he was familiar with, but a thick and strong shoulder.

"Lulu..."

The familiar snoring sound became louder and louder, and Luo Qing suddenly had a bad feeling. He carefully lay down on his back, and when he looked back, he saw the old man lying behind him.

Thinking of the hard thing behind his buttocks, Luo Qing's face darkened in an instant, he jumped out of the bed, put one hand into his crotch and groped for a while, thinking: "It's okay, okay!" Looking at the old man's thing again , Luo Qing couldn't help curling his lips, and said to himself: "The morning erection is amazing! Cut!"

There was displeasure on his face, but looking at his brother who failed to live up to expectations, Luo Qing finally chose not to see anything, and walked out of the room quickly.

After walking out of the room, Luo Qing realized that this was Zhao Ke's room, and he knew without thinking that it must be the second senior brother's trick.

Thinking of this, Luo Qing quickly walked downstairs to his room, but strangely, he didn't see Zhao Ke.

At this time, Luo Qing suddenly smelled the fragrance of lotus leaves, lifted his nose, sniffed carefully, his eyes lit up, and he said happily, "It's Zong Cake!"

"Glutinous rice is beaten, candied fruit, jujube, wrapped in lotus leaves, and the fire is slow."

Luo Qing sniffed the scent and walked out, while walking, while going through the recipe of Zong Cake in his mind, at this moment, Luo Qing suddenly paused, frowned, and said with a little doubt in his heart: "It's strange, Why is there a scent of longan? But after heating longan and mixing it with glutinous rice, it will affect the taste instead!"

Luo Qing thought for a while, but after failing to come up with an answer, he walked out of the room and came to the courtyard.

When he saw Zhao Ke, he was busy working in front of the stove.

Luo Qing couldn't help but look at the carbon slag burned out by the boiler. Looking at the amount of carbon slag, Luo Qing knew that Zhao Ke probably didn't sleep all night last night.

"Hey, Second Senior Brother, you haven't slept all night, what are you busy with?"

Luo Qing walked up to Zhao Ke, and glanced at the seasoning box first. As a chef, Luo Qing knew how much seasoning the seasoning box contained, and it was him again last night. Responsible for making the last few soups.

Therefore, it can be seen at a glance that there is not much salt and pepper left in the seasoning box. I can't help raising my brows, and pretending to be surprised: "Second senior brother, are you making a full banquet for Manchurians? You have been doing it all night? Why didn't you see me?" Where's the food??"

As Luo Qing said, turning around again, his expression suddenly became weirder. He pointed to the wall on the left and screamed, "This... where is the original meat??"

He could clearly remember that the 20 catties of sausages hanging here, as well as the remaining [-] catties of beef legs and more than [-] catties of pork from last night were all gone.

With so much meat, it would not be a problem to make two or three tables of water seats, but it was all gone overnight.

The point is, Luo Qing has seen nothing but a steamer now.

And Luo Qing dared to pat his chest to assure that, in this steamer, most of the steamed rice cakes were rice dumplings, and there would be absolutely no other dishes.

Hearing Luo Qing's question, Zhao Ke didn't even raise his head. He put his hands in the water basin, holding a piece of soft tofu in his left hand, and carved a small knife on the tofu in his right hand. The carved bean curd covered the water surface. If it becomes cloudy, if you continue to carve, you must either change the water, or you must rely on the feel and experience.

Zhao Kediao was focused but did not forget to turn his head, and replied to Luo Qing: "Cooking!"

"Cooking! What about cooking? Even if you feed the pigs, the pigs will die, right?" Luo Qing scratched at his messy hair, feeling a little frantic.

However, Zhao Ke's next words made him even more mad, and only heard Zhao Ke said in a leisurely manner: "The cooking is not delicious, throw it away!!"

Luo Qing's face suddenly changed (▼皮▼#) and said frantically: "Throw it away! You actually threw it away. You are not in charge of the family, and you don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive!"

As soon as Luo Qing finished speaking, Zhao Ke casually handed him a bank card.

"There are about 20 yuan in it. Take it as the living expenses of you and the teacher, and I will give it all to you!"

Hearing this, Luo Qing's eyes stared, and stars appeared in his eyes, and his attitude changed instantly from his angry face before.

"Hey, Second Senior Brother, I just woke up this morning, and I got out of bed a little bit angrily." Luo Qing said, putting the money into his pocket calmly.

At this time, he heard the sound of the old man getting up from the room, Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows and said, "Teacher has woken up, let's prepare breakfast."

"Okay, you rest, I'm the one left!"

The so-called short-handed and soft-mouthed eaters, Luo Qing has both, and he immediately started to act without Zhao Ke's orders.

At this moment, the steamer was opened, Zhao Ke brought out a bowl of steamed cakes wrapped in lotus leaves, and opened the lotus leaves.

I can see that the steamed cake has been dyed brown, and the color of candied fruit and jujube is covered on the glutinous rice, exuding a special sweet fragrance. Sniffing carefully, there is also a fruity fragrance of longan. For those who just woke up early in the morning For some people, this fruity aroma immediately makes people's mouth water, and their appetite comes instantly.

At this time, Zhao Ke's palm was poked out from the water basin, and a peony carved from soft tofu was carefully held by Zhao Ke in the palm of his hand, and gently placed on the bowl of steamed cake.

Instantly, the glutinous rice, which is like honey, is paired with a vivid watery tofu, which looks refreshing.

The most important thing is that tofu is not just simply carved, it has been specially processed at low temperature. It is fresh and smooth in the mouth. It not only nourishes the throat, but also enhances the sense of taste buds.

Take another bite of the steamed longan cake, the sticky and glutinous taste, the combination of the two is simply the best breakfast.

"what!"

At this time, Luo Qing suddenly noticed something, looked at the water left in the steamer, couldn't help frowning slightly, stepped forward to observe carefully, but soon Luo Qing's face became weird.

In the water, there are chopped longan skins and longan leaves. After being boiled at high temperature, the aroma of longan will turn into water vapor, which will melt into the depth of the steamed cake little by little.

What surprised Luo Qing was not this method, but the method itself, Luo Qing just used it yesterday.