Early in the morning, Uncle Kun's restaurant "brushed" and opened the roller shutter door, this morning's sun was particularly bright and lovely, and the wheat mang-colored sun shone on his sick face, like the soothing of the sun goddess, so that Uncle Kun closed his cloudy eyes to enjoy the morning sun.

Now there is no one in the store, Uncle Kun lives alone in the second floor of the partition, and it is only about six o'clock in the morning, Uncle Kun's restaurant is not profitable, and it is not diligent, although it opens at six o'clock in the morning, but if the guests come to the store at this time, they will definitely not be able to eat anything, because Uncle Kun himself has not eaten yet.

In fact, the real business hours should be after ten o'clock in the morning to about eight o'clock in the evening, Uncle Kun has always been a state of slow work and meticulous work, one board and one eye steady and steady, who called this restaurant is just a disguise, if you take care of it carefully, Uncle Kun does not have this energy.

There is not much traffic on this small street, and Uncle Kun is also trying to be quiet and avoid people's eyes. Breathed a breath of the morning air that was not too turbid, this sun people call it father-in-law, but now the rising sun is shining on Uncle Kun's face, he only feels that it is a girl's comfort like the gentle and delicate, as if his wife touched his face before, but for them, he has to persevere, in his limited life for the people who are still alive to leave some protection, this is the real motivation for him to resist the disease at present, it will not take long, at most one year is enough, "black ice" The sales volume is very good, the quality is high, and no one who knows how to enjoy it can resist the temptation.

When he opened his eyes, Uncle Kun suddenly felt that his eyes were suddenly darkened, just like the city in the middle of the night was no longer illuminated by lights and stars and moons, fortunately, it was only a momentary thing, Uncle Kun knew what was going on, and it was not the first time that he came back after the sudden darkness in front of him.

Rubbing the mountain roots, Uncle Kun didn't want to go back to lie down this morning, this life lies in movement, if he has been lying down, it must not be too early to die. Back in the kitchen, a piece of silver kitchenware came to the curtain, Uncle Kun came to the refrigerator and opened it, and a cold cold air came to his face.

He looked at the dazzling array of ingredients in it, picked out some food that had been left for a long time, since he had brain cancer, Uncle Kun's living habits have changed a lot, and he also deliberately checked some allusions about this disease, although he has always known about this disease, but if you don't understand or experience it deeply, in fact, in the final analysis, you only know one of them.

"Uncle Kun, why is it so early today. ”

Uncle Kun thought that he should make something light and nutritious for himself in the morning, containing iodine protein, vitamin C, potassium and magnesium, these are not difficult for Uncle Kun, a chemical expert, because he is in this business, just like Walter White, he is a drug expert who can be ranked with him, but the only difference between the two is that Uncle Kun doesn't need to do it himself now, he just needs to think of a way, or transfer troops to punish the generals, but the most important thing is to keep a low profile and strategize.

"I can't sleep, and it's uncomfortable to lie down if I don't get up early. ”

At this time, the chef of the restaurant also came to the store early, usually he opened the door in the morning, and today he may be a little late, but it is also to buy a fresh hen, today he has to boil a large pot of soup as the base.

He carried a bag of shaved and white white entrailed old hens. The chef is a fat man who looks quite white, and he is in his thirties, and he seems to be quite loyal to the chef's career, maybe Uncle Kun gave him a relatively high salary, and he is not busy, as long as he focuses on one dish every day, it is enough, because the most eaten here is noodles, and the others are like "guys with wisdom and many stars", which is indeed a waste of this beautiful piece of kitchenware.

Although Uncle Kun is sick, but after all, he has been a big drug lord for so many years, and his momentum is still very strong, and the chef also respects Uncle Kun, the sick boss, I don't know for what reason, he looks quite urban, although he doesn't know Uncle Kun's identity, but he still feels that he must not be simple when he was young, and now, it is just a state of returning to his hometown.

Of course, the two have also chatted, after all, this Uncle Kun stays in the restaurant every day, except for boredom or boredom, there is no better project except to chat and pass the time.

Uncle Kun told the chef that he was a big drug lord behind the scenes, controlling a large drug trafficking gang, and this was all true, but the chef didn't believe it at first because it was ridiculous. This is an honest and shy fat guy, and he has no pursuit of life, such a simple life is very sunny for him every day, he is always smiling and full of energy, he wants to do a good job in the restaurant, in order to be worthy of the high salary that Uncle Kun gave him.

I don't know why, when Uncle Kun talks to the chef, he always tells the truth, but the chef obviously has doubts about the words of this boss who doesn't seem to be simple, he will ask in his heart It's too fucking ridiculous, he even thought that Uncle Kun had Alzheimer's disease, a serious dementia patient, but he also thought about it, at least until he died, he would accompany him to the end, because this is a poor old guy.

The chef put the cleaned old hen on the board, and after Uncle Kun sniffed it, he nodded with satisfaction. "I've smelled it and it doesn't smell fishy, I can definitely stew a beautiful pot of soup today, at least worthy of this guy. ”

The chef came back from studying abroad and originally planned to develop abroad, but his mother needed him to stay by his side until the last moment of his life, and it was obvious that this was a very filial and obedient child, but the job of a chef was the same wherever he worked, as long as the salary was high, and it was better to be free.

Although he has a cooking skill, but after all, he is the only chef, so some can't show it, every day that fine one dish, in the spare time he will teach those waiter brothers, who seem to be a little flustered guys some cooking skills, so that they can not only serve dishes but also come in and turn the pot twice.

"But you have to put it in the refrigerator and freeze it for three hours, after all, good health is the only standard for everyone's survival. ”

"Of course, but I'll have to get it manicured first, or it'll have to be like you said. The cook took a universal knife and chopped off the old hen's foot. "Throw them away, even though there are only two of them, but you can still nibble on them for a few minutes. ”

"You're the chef, you're in charge, and I've got to figure out how to make a nutritious breakfast for me. ”

"I'll do it. ”

"I'll rust that way. ”

When Uncle Kun made a bowl of porridge with shrimp and lean pork, he was very satisfied with his work, and for a person of his age, a little thing would make people feel very fulfilled.

The chef is still busy inside, in addition to stewing a pot of delicious soup, he also has to be in charge of Chinese food and dinner, but at that time, Uncle Kun will naturally come over to help, if he is not busy, the few waiters who have not yet come will also be the same, this simple but a little warm little restaurant, the chef seems to feel the atmosphere of the "island bookstore".

"Uncle Kun. ”

Just as Uncle Kun put a bowl of homemade porridge with shrimp and lean pork on the white tablecloth, the location of that area, facing the gate, had become his exclusive, and he liked to watch the pedestrians outside the door come and go without repeating the feeling. Several of the waiters are young men, and they also have special respect for Uncle Kun, because Uncle Kun never cares about their work, but a few little guys are also more conscious, and the most important thing is that the salary is quite high.

Just when he was about to enter the beginning of the day of repetition, suddenly a few black figures at the door blocked the sun goddess, and when Uncle Kun was about to send the porridge in the spoon to his mouth, when he saw the face of the leader clearly, he paused, and the lake in his heart was also dotted with a layer of ripples.

Who is this person, a person Uncle Kun doesn't want to see, a stocky figure, looks very stylish, because he is followed by two old boys, who stand in the middle, he has the style of a big brother, and he walks alternately swaying on his left and right shoulders, which is a manifestation of self-confidence.