Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Fuck me!"

After a group of people saw the picture clearly, the wrinkles on everyone's faces were twisted together. Some cooks' faces turned green when they saw it, and their stomachs churned.

On the other side of the toolbox, there was actually a female corpse inside.

The body of the female corpse seemed to have been embalmed, but it was still swollen, which made people feel sick.

"abnormal!"

Some people turned their heads and stopped looking at it, for fear that if they looked at it again, they would spit it out.

Zhao Ke looked it over carefully, and didn't feel anything disgusting, but turned his head after a habitual glance.

Heart said: "A pile of rotten meat, worthless."

The American guy seemed very proud of his masterpiece, Lie Zui closed the toolbox and carried it on his back.

"The rules are that simple. Remember, you can only cook one dish at a time, and you have to do it carefully." After the ghost merchant finished the rules.

Take out the watch, pinch the time, when the second hand reaches 12 o'clock: "Start!"

As soon as the words fell, the cooks around Zhao Ke immediately rushed to the ingredients they had aimed at.

"This mutton is mine!"

"Go away, I got it first, I've been staring at it for a long time."

The two cooks rushed to the mutton one after the other. They were arguing fiercely, but they saw a big knife coming from behind and chopped off the head of the cook on the left.

"Pfft!"

For a while, blood gushed out, and a head rolled to the ground.

A middle-aged man in a black suit appeared behind the two cooks at some point.

The bright red blade, the blood coagulated along the silver edge of the blade, was placed by the man's mouth, and he spit out his brown tongue to "stab" and suck the blood off the blade.

Ignoring the other cook who was already frightened, he stepped forward, but his goal was not mutton.

It was a headless corpse on the ground.

With both hands stroking the strong chest muscles of the corpse, the wretched triangular eyes revealed an obsessive expression: "I've been staring at you for a long time."

Chapter 418 BMW with Beauty (Part [-])

Ignoring the cook who was carrying the mutton, the middle-aged man grinned, took out a scalpel from behind, and started a bloody feast that belonged to him.

"boom!"

A black-haired wild boar was thrown to the ground and let out a shrill scream, even one of the tusks in the corner of its mouth was broken off.

Unlike ordinary domestic pigs, this wild boar is nearly twice the size of domestic pigs.

Its weight is far more than that of ordinary domestic pigs. With its huge size and fierce fangs, it is more like a wild boar than an inaccessible beast.

Some chefs who originally wanted to choose pork couldn't help but think about a question when they saw the physique of this pig.

When you walk into the pigsty, do you eat the pig yourself, or the pig eats itself.

However, at this time, this ferocious wild boar was thrown to the ground by a big Russian man.

Don't wait for the pig to get up.

The big Russian man picked up the rope and made a rope buckle, put it on the pig's trotter, stretched the pig's limbs, and tied it to the chopping board in a big shape.

"Buzz~"

The splashed plasma dyed the whole body of the blond Russian man blood red.

Such a rough method, there is a cook, more like a butcher in a slaughterhouse.

The other chefs around looked blue for a while, and they didn't dare to approach, so they could only walk around to choose ingredients.

"Huh? Why did this guy go in the wrong direction??"

As the four old ghosts in the upstairs box, their eyes were always on Zhao Ke, and Zhao Ke's movements seemed to be much slower than others.

Compared with other people scrambling to choose the ingredients, Zhao Ke went to the condiment area, picked up some fresh and rare condiments from time to time, observed them carefully, and put them in his mouth from time to time to taste the taste.

I saw Zhao Ke staring at a condiment that looked like a stone shell in his hand, rubbed his fingers on it, and immediately put it in his mouth, slowly tasting the taste.

Very bitter, but in the bitterness, there is a special sweetness.

Kind of like nutmeg in a seasoning, but with a much better effect than nutmeg.

As the saying goes, if you want something salty, add something sweet.

The reverse principle is also the same.

This kind of seasoning can not only neutralize the fishy smell of fresh fish, but also the sweetness in it can better stimulate the umami taste.

Zhao Ke was looking carefully at the pile of spices, but the five ghosts and his party were anxiously scratching their heads.

Some cooks have already started to work on the stove.

But like Zhao Ke, there are only a few cooks who have not started yet.

Among them, the monk Zhao Ke paid attention to was included.

The reason why Zhao Ke paid attention to this monk was that the more he looked at it, the more familiar he looked.

But even though Zhao Ke wanted to break his head, he didn't remember who this guy was.

I saw that the monk, like Zhao Ke, was not picking ingredients, but wandering back and forth in the seasoning area.

Holding a medicine bowl in his hand, he smashed some spices in it from time to time, ground it into powder, put it in his mouth, grinded it with his teeth, and tasted the taste carefully.

Some people suspected that this monk hadn't come to compete at all, but was just making up numbers.

Of course, there are also people who understand, knowing that the monks are tasting the flavor of these seasonings and grasping the secrets of them.

But to do it at this time, it is inevitable that there will be some meaning of grinding the gun in front of the battle.

Zhao Ke strolled around the seasoning area, and walked to the horse stable beside him unhurriedly.

"Bah, bang..." The horse's cry attracted Zhao Ke's attention.

Seemingly aware of someone, he saw the steed horse exhale a ball of hot air from its nostrils, staring at Zhao Ke condescendingly, vigilant and full of hostility.