Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The sun shone on the young man. He had short hair, a straight nose, and his skin was not white, but gave him a very healthy buckwheat color.

Especially when he walked over, the kindness, kindness, and sunshine on his body made it easy for people to feel a sense of intimacy.

"Morning!"

The young man said hello, turned around and walked into the community with two plastic bags.

The security guard subconsciously looked at the young man.

It was found that a blue light flashed in the young man's eyes.

The security guard was taken aback for a moment, but then nodded with a smile, opened the door, and let the young man in.

But not long after the youth went away.

The security guard couldn't help scratching his head, he forgot about the young man's appearance and height in the blink of an eye.

Even after a while, the young man has been completely forgotten, and when he recalled it, it was just a trance with no memory.

"Crack!"

Opening the door, Zhao Ke put the things he bought from Timeout on the table.

There are some vegetables and fruits inside, and some changes of clothes.

However, most of them were thrown into the stamp album by Ke Zhao. After the authority was raised, a great advantage was that the space in Ke Ke's stamp album was finally no longer so tight.

Be able to set aside a part, put some of your own clothes and so on.

After finishing the dining table, Zhao Ke took out some meat from the stamp album.

There are still bones in the meat, but it is very strange, it is neatly cut, and it is a mess, and it is impossible to tell what kind of meat it is.

Put the meat in a basin of water and wash the blood out first.

Zhao Ke was very satisfied with the firm meat quality, and immediately started peeling and deboning, tidying things up neatly.

"hungry!"

Just as Zhao Ke was handling these pieces of meat, the very colorful box beside him couldn't wait to stand up from the ground.

A pair of big round eyes, like the bulging mouth of a toad, stared intently at the pieces of meat in the basin.

The box was opened from time to time, and when Zhao Ke was not paying attention, he stuck out his fat tongue.

"Stinger!" Take a bite and swallow it into your mouth.

Zhao Ke looked back at it, and the box immediately glared at Zhao Ke angrily: "Hungry!"

"Give you!"

Zhao Ke threw the processed offal and bones to the butcher's box.

Have fun eating out of the butcher's box.

Zhao Ke concentrated on making new dishes.

I saw that the fat removed from the meat was filled by Zhao Ke in the pot and burned, and the fat after the fat melted gradually melted in the pot.

In fact, this method of refining Zhao Ke can be replaced by the source hand.

But Zhao Ke prefers to use this very slow method to refine oil.

As Zhao Ke said before.

Everyone has a way to decompress. Some people like to go to the Red Smoke Pavilion to find stimulation to vent, while others do simple and repetitive things to decompress.

As for myself, I am relatively simple.

He likes to cook, enjoys the process, and of course, prefers that others come to taste the delicacies he makes.

During the oil refining process, Zhao Ke used his soul-stirring hands from time to time to incorporate the flavor of the seasoning into the oil.

Especially the fresh shallots, when captured by the source, a ball of green light was melted into the pot of hot oil in front of Zhao Ke.

Immediately, the smell of oil became stronger and stronger.

Even the whole community can smell a strong fragrance.

"hiss!"

Liao Qiu stretched, walked to the balcony, couldn't help taking a deep breath, and smelled a special fragrance from a distance, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

I felt my stomach growling.

"Hmm! This smell...does it mean that a new restaurant has opened nearby?"

Liao Qiu couldn't help picking up his nose, smelling it, the scent became stronger and stronger, following the direction of the scent, it was the commercial building behind.

Seeing this, Liao Qiu couldn't help curling his lips, feeling greatly disappointed.

It's not the disappointment of the aroma, but the disappointment. This doesn't come from a restaurant, it's a dish cooked at someone else's home.

If it's a restaurant, I'll join you right away. As long as the chef's taste remains the same, I'll apply for a VIP membership card first.

"What are you doing, go downstairs to eat!"

At this time, Liao Qiu's mother-in-law came up from downstairs and shouted to Liao Qiu.

Even though the old lady was nearly seventy years old, she walked steadily and quickly, and walked behind Liao Qiu in two or three steps.

"Still eating fish?"

Liao Qiu's face changed when he saw his mother-in-law. When he thought of his three big red dragons being fried, braised, steamed, and stir-fried by his mother-in-law, his heart was cut like a knife.

Besides, during the Lantern Festival in other people's homes, they all eat Lantern Festival, and my mother-in-law wants to drag me to eat a whole fish feast.

"Mother-in-law, smell it, what kind of dish is this, why is it so fragrant."

Liao Qiu rolled his eyes, pulled his mother-in-law forward and said.

However, after the old lady frowned and took a sniff, her complexion darkened immediately, she turned around and grabbed Liao Qiu's ear, and said, "I think it's not good to cook for you? You big-headed ghost, dead food, what's so delicious?" Hurry up and go downstairs to eat."

Liao Qiu was grabbed by his mother-in-law, walked downstairs, and said unconvinced: "It's really delicious."

Of course, when Liao Qiu saw her mother-in-law's eyes, she immediately changed her tune and said, "Yes, yes, no matter how delicious it is, it's not as good as the food made by your mother-in-law."

"Zizi..."