Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

What's more, the kitchen hoards vegetables and meat.

Looking at it, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and these things are not put away.

It won't last long in the cellar either.

Once it breaks, you will lose money and lose a lot.

After thinking about it for a while, I saw the boss slapping the table and scolding the street.

Absolutely no level of abuse of course.

For example, Li Dazui, you eat too much and cook too little, your whole family gave birth to a child without skin and eyes, etc., nonsense without nutrition.

"Cough cough!"

Just as he was scolding vigorously, he heard a dry cough from behind.

The boss looked back, and after looking through Zhao Ke up and down, he had no impression of Zhao Ke for a while.

It's no wonder that Zhao Ke didn't want to attract attention before.

So I used the ghost spell directly to confuse the boss and open the room.

For a while, if he was asked to think about it, he naturally had no impression of Zhao Ke.

Although Zhao Ke was dressed poorly.

Especially the rough cloth clothes on his body, I always feel that there is something wrong there, weird.

But businessmen, peace makes money.

You can't keep a dark face and drive people out,

"Sorry, this store only provides accommodation and all meals, you can find your own way."

"I don't eat."

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, without waiting for the boss to speak, he continued, "I don't want to stay there either."

boss:……

"Then you are..."

"I see you worry."

The boss nodded, and stared at Zhao Ke eagerly, as if waiting for Zhao Ke's next sentence.

After waiting for a long time, Zhao Ke didn't speak.

The boss finally couldn't bear it anymore, and then Zhao Ke said: "Look, I'm worried, it's..."

(￣??): "Just take a look!"

Boss Ling almost bit his own tongue, his face darkened, he had never seen such a wicked person.

In an instant, a breath surged from Dantian to his chest.

The boss's face was almost black, and he wanted to growl and tell Zhao Ke to get out.

But just when the words were in his mouth, about to come out.

Zhao Ke suddenly said: "Do you lack a cook?"

The boss's face froze, and he took a deep breath, almost choked to death by Zhao Ke.

This feeling is like when you eat a piece of bread, you end up eating too much, and you don't have time to chew and swallow it.

When the result is swallowed.

You suddenly sneezed, swallowed half of the bread, and choked it back, stuck in your throat.

He couldn't get up or down, as if he had been punched in the chest.

"You have a way!"

The boss breathed a sigh of relief, although there was a pain in his chest.

But with the look on your face, try to keep a smile on your face.

"No way."

smile -1

"Then you know each other?"

"do not know."

angry +1

The blue veins on the boss's forehead were tense, his face was reddened, and he felt that his face was swollen.

Just when he was about to ask, Zhao Ke had the last sentence.

Zhao Ke said with a strange expression: "I am the cook."

"cook?"

When the boss heard this sentence, he was neither happy nor angry, and looked up and down Zhao Ke with sneaky eyes.

That look was like seeing a thief.

I have never seen such a thin cook.

In his life, he has seen many cooks.

No, that one has a big head, a thick neck, smells like chopped green onion, two lard hands, greasy face, big five and three thick.

Or as the old saying goes.

Without a three-foot-three belly, how can you hold the ups and downs.

It's not that the boss is ignorant.

In fact, cooks in this plane are rarely taught by masters.

Even if there is, that is, I have learned cooking from the master for more than ten years.

Most of the taste of cooking is based on experience.