Ah Da sniffed, quietly stroked at Zhang Fubi, the bone in his throat, and swallowed his saliva.

He was also very hungry, and when he smelled the smell of meat, he couldn't help but be hungry.

Zhang Fu bent his waist, boldly glanced at the kitchen, and then quickly lay down.

At this hurried glance, he saw at least a dozen people in the brightly lit kitchen. Between the stoves, by the board, people come and go, so it's not lively.

Some people are watching the fire, some people are kneading dough, and the person in charge of the spoon is standing in front of the stove, shoveling the vegetables in the pot with a big shovel, making the sound of checking and chacha.

There were so many people, and the two of them had no chance to get food at all, so they could only cat under the windowsill, waiting for the right time.

The people in the kitchen were chatting while working.

The fat man who stir-fried vegetables had a dusty towel hanging around his neck, he shoveled the chicken in the pot with one hand, picked up the towel with the other hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Fat brother, you've been cooking for a day today, and your hands are sore, right?" The little fat man, who was filling the stove with firewood, was about eleven or twelve years old, and after stuffing the firewood, he looked up at the fat cook, and then shook his head uncontrollably.

The fat chef replied helplessly: "The hand is not sore, but it hurts when you lift it." I was left alone to fry the food for hundreds of people, and my physical strength was amazing that I could still stand without being tired and paralyzed on the ground. ”

After the dish was fried, the fat chef took the plate and filled it with four or five full plates, and then asked the two men in black waiting on the side to quickly send it over.

The two men in black walked away with the dishes, and the fat chef walked over to another pot and lifted the lid of the steamer to take a look.

As soon as the lid was opened, a white air rushed out, and the fat chef closed his eyes, and after opening his eyes, he blew it, listened to it again, and then closed the lid and asked the little fat man to return the firewood and turn off the fire.

"The rice is cooked. ”

Three more people came over, one of whom had a handkerchief in his hand and carried the hundred-pound steamer out.

The fat cook breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed his aching arm, and slowly sat down on a wooden armchair by the stove.

"Okay, the dishes are almost done, and the food has been carried away, so I'll rest for a while. Chubby, next, it's your turn to do it. Wash the pot first, boil a large pot of water, and when the water boils, you can take the dough kneaded by Da Zhuang and cut it into thin sheets, and we will eat knife cut noodles tonight. ”

Xiao Fat Mei looked in the direction of the board with a smile, and then asked the fat chef in a low voice: "There must be lard below to be delicious, those people eat meat, let's get some fat meat to make oil noodles, right?"

The fat chef turned his head to look at the few remaining people in the kitchen, thought about it, and nodded.

"They shouldn't come again tonight, the meat is counted, but the oil from the fat meat has not been weighed, and each of them will scoop a little into the bowl for a while, and then get some oil residue to eat to satisfy their hunger. Be careful, don't make too much, and give me the rest of the oil for tomorrow's stir-fry. ”

The rest of the people in the kitchen immediately nodded happily, one by one they were still fat brothers, and all kinds of good words that didn't want money burst out one after another.

The fat chef sighed, not knowing what was in his mind, and his mood suddenly went down.

The little fat man arched him, "Fat brother, do you think of them again?"

The fat chef continued to sigh, "What's the use of thinking? After tonight, the surname Lan may disappear from the island. In the future, we may have to beg for a living in the hands of people surnamed Chen and Kong. ”

Xiaopang said innocently: "It's just a change of master, who to ask for a life is not to begg? Anyway, we don't have freedom here, whether they beat the cow to death the horse, the horse to kill the cow, it doesn't matter much to us." ”

The fat chef paused, seemed a little unbearable, hesitated for a while, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Little fatty, do you know why Hei San'er didn't come to the kitchen to help tonight?"

Little Fat shook his head, "Fat brother, didn't you say before that Hei San went to Taiye Palace to wait for them to eat?"

"Black San is dead. The fat chef looked horrified.

Chubby was stunned and didn't react for a while.

He's dead......

"How could it be? I also saw the third black brother at noon. Fat brother, are you joking?" asked the little fat man in a trembling voice.

The fat chef shook his head, "No kidding. Hei San broke a plate when he brought them food at noon, and then he was killed, and the body was thrown directly. ”

Chubby shrunk his neck and didn't dare to speak again for a long time.

Compared with having no freedom, the Lan family at least speaks and acts according to the rules, and their lives are guaranteed.

After a long time, the little fat man said with luck: "The Lan family is so powerful, listen to my dad and they said that they won the battle thirty years ago, will they be able to turn defeat into victory this time?"

In fact, if you think about it carefully, we still have food and drink here, and if we do a good job, we will be paid wages and given a marriage match, except that we are not allowed to leave the island, it seems that everything is quite fine. ”

Fat chefs aren't as naïve as fat guys.

The ruthlessness of the Chen family, he has seen it. Thirty years ago, when he was a child, he had seen firsthand how the Chen family killed the people on the island outside the city as if they were chickens.

Next, the fat chef didn't speak, the little fat was frightened, and the other three taciturn people in the room also only cared about cutting noodles with knives, and each brought a large bowl of soup and ate it slowly.

As soon as a few people had eaten half of it, they saw two men in black walking in with a basket of fresh fish, throwing the basket to the ground, and the man in black commanded proudly: "The people above said that you should make another pot of fish soup to prepare, and there may be guests on the island in the middle of the night, and then make some noodles or make some rice for the guests." ”

The fat chef immediately said, "We will start killing fish and boiling fish soup as soon as we finish eating." ”

A man in black came over, directly snatched the bowl from the fat chef's hand and threw it to the ground, and said viciously: "So many fish are killed for an hour, and the fish soup is not fragrant at all after the short time, you still want to eat it again, who do you think you are? Who gave you this face?"

After the man in black finished speaking, he saw that the fat chef was still stunned, so he immediately started to press the fat chef's head into the boiling water pot that had just been scooped up.

The little fat man came over and pulled it, and the man in black next to him directly picked up the little fat man and threw him into the boiling water pot.

Chubby was so scalded by the hot water that he couldn't stop screaming, and he was screaming for help.

The fat cook was pressed and couldn't move, and the remaining miscellaneous people immediately threw down their bowls and wanted to come over to catch people.

The man in black who lost his little fat in the pot shouted: "Just ask him to take a hot bath, what are you anxious about? Whoever comes over just wants to get out of the pot together." ”

Zhang Fu, who was outside the window, listened to the screams of the little fat man, and immediately took out his gun and stood up.