Movie Variety Show: Extraordinary Witch Pendant

The chef at Sister Hong's restaurant was very skillful and the two Zou Di Kun were quickly dealt with.

The plucked free-range chickens are put into bags.

Zhang Lang did not stay long at the door of Hongjie Restaurant and paid the bill happily.

Abu, who had not gone to see him eat, strode back to the beach.

They had to go back quickly to build a rain shelter so that even if it rained, it wouldn't affect their making of beggar's chicken.

Hear Zhang Lang leave.

Abu breathed a sigh of relief.

The food in my mouth suddenly tasted delicious again.

Sister Hong watched Zhang Lang walk for a distance until his figure disappeared around the corner of the street.

He walked straight to the table where Abu was eating.

Pull out a stool and sit down.

"How is it? The chef in our store is pretty good, right?"

Abu's honest review: "It's just average."

"Average? I think it's pretty good."

"It's really average. Take this dish for example, the taste is a bit bland. There's no sugar in that dish."

"You're talking nonsense. How can you put sugar in fried tomato and eggs?"

"For me, I not only put sugar, but sometimes I also put soy sauce and even vinegar."

"What kind of eating method is this? You are even more than Kublai Khan. You are a bullshit."

Abu spat out a mouthful of rice.

"Sister Hong, you have changed too."

"You were the first to say that. You put vinegar in fried tomato and eggs. Do you really think I opened a restaurant without knowing anything? I almost believed you."

"Wait for me to fry it for you. Then you will know after you try it."

"Okay, okay, when you have time, fry one for me to try."

Sister Hong didn't argue with Abu and agreed with a smile on her face. "Wait a minute, I'll get your bag for you. If you're done with your work and have nowhere to go, come to my place."

"Yes, I understand, Sister Hong."

Sister Hong nodded and said with emotion: "You still eat a lot. It's a blessing to be able to eat."

Abu smiled and continued to eat rice.

……

When Zhang Lang was returning to Haitang, he met Bald Qiang Ma Ye's men, Fei Rong and Tianji on the road.

The two people went to the small temple in a dusty manner.

As they passed each other, Tianji looked at the four chicken feet with wounds sticking out of Zhang Lang's bag.

"It turned out to be Heizi."

Zhang Lang: Eating chicken makes you a blackie? Who made that rule?

Frog: Then why are you showing your chicken feet?

Zhang Lang: …………

A minor episode, not worth mentioning.

Tianrandai thought the orange was too sour and put it aside.

He fiddled with the Meow Hammer and swung it, making a whirring sound.

Chen Duoer's water boiled, and Zhang Lang began to carefully clean the two free-range chickens in his hands.

Clean out the internal organs and throw them into the sea to make a nest for Chen Duoer.

Marinate onions, ginger, peppercorns, cooking wine, etc.

Zhang Lang thought about it and realized that there were no lotus leaves here.

If Tianrandai, that greedy girl, goes there, she may not be able to do things reliably.

"Girl, go get some loess."

Tianrandai rushed out swinging a hammer.

Zhang Lang took advantage of the time when the two free-range chickens were marinating.

A rain shelter was also built over the fire.

When I sat down to rest, I remembered that I didn’t have lotus leaves, so I had to use tin foil instead.

There are no lotus leaves at Xia Yuhe's place by Daming Lake at this time. Zhang Lang can't just... Oh, forget it. He will use his mental power to sense if there is anyone picking lotus flowers in his house and borrow a few.

Or you can go to a Chinese medicine clinic, buy some dried lotus leaves, soak them in water before use.

Who makes Zhang Lang such a serious person?

The fragrance of lotus leaves cannot be replaced by tin foil.

Twenty-five minutes later, Zhang Lang closed his eyes and his mental power had reached the north.

Tianrandai used his space ring to carry the loess back.

Zhang Lang opened his eyes.

Just teleported away.

Tianran Dai: What are you doing now? You just disappear when you say so.

Telepathy, crazy dripping dripping.

……

In a small temple.

Fei Rong and Tian Ji looked at the four men who were tied up tightly and the headless corpse sitting there.

"Call your wife and tell her that Master Ma's head...is gone."

"I think we should untie these idiots first and ask them clearly before beating them. You know how the madam handles things. If they don't know anything, we will be the ones in trouble."

Fei Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. The weather was not hot, but he was too fat. He had been jogging all the way... or should I say, race walking. He didn't run, but he was sweating all over. When he saw his headless brother, he broke into cold sweat.

Tianji: "Untie these four bastards."

"Tell me, who killed Master Ma?"

"I didn't see it clearly. That person moved too fast."

"Waste, where is Master Ma's head?"

“I didn’t see clearly…”

Fei Rong walked over and kicked the man, knocking him to the ground. "I didn't see clearly, I didn't see clearly. You four f*cking people can't even see what a person looks like. What are you doing? Where's Ma Ye's head? Where's his head?"

Tianji: "Four people have eight eyes, but you didn't see anyone. What's the point of keeping your eyes? If Madam knew, you guys should prepare to go down and accompany Master Ma."

One of the three standing said, "He's very fast."

Tianji jumped up and slapped him: "Very fast? Faster than me?"

"Brother Rong, that person seems to be carrying a bag."

"What style of bag?"

"I was knocked unconscious by him from behind, and then I fell to the ground..."

"Let's get to the point. I'm not asking you to tell me how you got knocked unconscious. What did the bag look like? What color was it?"

"like……"

Fei Rong slapped him in the face: "I don't want to seem like that! Think carefully about what color and style it is."

"I... I remember now, it was a black bag, and the man was wearing a pair of white shoes."

"What are you still standing there for? Stay here with a few of you and go out and look for someone else."

"Yes, Brother Rong." The younger brothers ran out of the small temple and began to search along the street.

"Tianji, call your wife."

Tianji belongs to Ma Ye’s wife, Sasaki Mihui, and Feirong belongs to Ma Ye.

Tianji nodded, walked aside, took out his cell phone, calmed himself down and called Sasaki Mihui.

At this time, a charming, beautiful young woman with amorous eyes is enjoying a bubble bath.

The delicate collarbone exposed outside the foam, the slender neck, the rosy lips, the unique temperament, are heart-warming at first glance.

If you look closely, it's really good and fragrant.

The cell phone placed aside rang, and Mrs. Ma picked it up casually with a lazy and charming expression on her face.

"Hey?"

"Boss, something happened to Master Ma here on the outlying island."

In an instant, Mrs. Ma's face turned visibly pale, she was panic-stricken and at a loss. The knuckles of her fingers holding the phone turned slightly white from having used too much force.

Tianji: “The head is gone.”

"We must find Master Ma's head. In short, we must ensure that Master Ma's body is intact."

"Yes, boss. I have sent someone out."

"it is good."

Mrs. Ma slowly put down her cell phone, and her narrow, single-faced eyes gradually filled with murderous intent.