"That's what you're going to do, do you understand?"

Misha stood in Luo Sheng's dining car, with a dull expression recalling all the work that Luo Sheng had given her just now.

Washing clothes, cleaning, tidying things, buying gas, buying vegetables, cutting vegetables, preparing spices, preparing all kinds of daily necessities, and then, eating and living without wages.

Misha is a street child.

Originally, I also had the idea of working, but except for some specific places, basically no one was willing to ask for her.

However, Misha is sure.

Luo Shengkai's condition, even in a place like Gotham City, where people are either cheated or cheated, there are definitely few people who agree.

"That, Mr. Rason, can I ask, do I really have no dime of wages for doing these things?"

"No, but I can cook for you." Luo Sheng replied very calmly.

Misha suddenly thought of the meatloaf she had eaten last time, although the meatloaf was already a little cold and a little burnt, but the taste was intoxicating.

Not only is there no looseness of the meatloaf, but there is no smell of meat, and the combination of the aroma of various spices makes people can't help but have an appetite, which can be called perfect.

I couldn't help but swallow.

Misha nodded, acquiescing.

The corners of Luo Sheng's mouth curled slightly, and he felt like he had succeeded.

Although he didn't mean anything to this woman, he felt that he could be cultivated slowly, and maybe she would charm him by making some moves by chance.

Luo Sheng can only say that he has suffered the loss of not being in love much.

In his last life, the girlfriend he talked about was a math bully in science, and she was also proficient in computers, almost a logical otaku, and she didn't have the consciousness of ordinary girls at all, so she was soaked by Luo Sheng, who also had a dull personality and didn't know anything except cooking all day long.

And Misha, if she hadn't been retained by Luo Sheng's superb cooking skills, I am afraid that she would have run to the corner of the street to rummage through the trash can.

Night.

Luo Sheng lay on the floor of the dining car, sleeping deeply, because Luo Sheng did not have enough money to rent a house for the time being, so Misha also slept outside the dining car.

Today she was well fed.

Rason's cooking skills are really not covered, even the upper class of Gotham may be fascinated by it, let alone the street child Misha.

So much has happened in this alley lately.

A police inspector was killed here.

A kind-hearted food truck owner is killed.

On average, something happens every week, and today, perhaps, is the biggest thing that happens in this alley.

Luo Sheng, who was originally quiet in the dining car, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of madness and chaos.

Luo Sheng stood up.

I walked to the bathroom with some heavy steps.

Looking at him in the mirror, he smiled.

In a high-end restaurant, a man in a suit is slowly walking out with a woman in his arms.

His name is Al.

Assets in Gotham are very extreme, some people are too poor, some people are rich, and Al feels lucky that he belongs to the rich category.

Today, he brought home another hotel waitress.

This one looks beautiful, has a good figure, and has white skin, and it seems that he has just come to work at this hotel.

Hmph, it looks like I've picked up a treasure.

Al led the other party to his more than $5 million sports car, sat in the back driver's seat, and snapped his fingers at the driver in front.

"Go back to my house."

"Yes."

The driver started the car, and Al began to get up and down with the blonde in his arms.

"Young master, wait a minute, there are still people."

"It's okay, it's my driver."

Al was on the verge now, where did he want to care about this kind of thing, and immediately asked the driver in front of him, "What did you see?" ”

The driver laughed twice and said in a tone that seemed to be a little excited: "I saw two large lumps of ingredients. ”

"What?"

Al may not have reacted at first because of his drinking, but now that he listens closely, this driver seems to have a different voice from his previous driver.

It's a little more hoarse, and the body is much thinner.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The driver's neck shrunk, and then tilted his head to look at the back row, and the look in his eyes made people feel a chill in their hearts.

"You're looking for your driver, he's here." The corners of the man's mouth lengthened, revealing a weird smile, and he stretched out a hand to grab something from the co-pilot, and pulled hard.

"Ahhh

The blonde screamed, and even Al felt like he had an irregular heartbeat.

The driver who was originally wearing uniform was in the hands of the other party at this time, but.

There is only one head.

As a native of Gotham City, Al was much calmer than ordinary people when he encountered this situation, and he calmed down in just a few breaths.

"OK, don't hurt us, you can do whatever you want, you should know my name, Al Roth, you can give you as much as you want, a million, ten million."

This is a very standard statement.

When facing gangsters, you must first save your own life, money or anything else, which is something that many Gotham people can't do.

As soon as the other party's hand was released, the head fell into the passenger seat.

"Wait, let me think about it."

Al breathed a sigh of relief.

If the other party can be bought by money, then it proves that he is safe, after all, money is nothing to him.

"There it is." The other party clapped his hands excitedly and said, "I want yours, limbs, pectoral muscles, and some internal organs." ”

Al's smile froze in place.

Combined with the sentence just now when he saw the two lumps of ingredients, he seemed to have a very terrible thought in his heart, and asked in a trembling tone: "You, what do you mean, what kind of person are you!" ”

"Me, well, hehe." The other party sneered, directly pressed the brake button, and the back half of the car was lifted suddenly, and Al's head hit the back of the seat in front of him and felt dizzy.

The other party grabbed the back of the chair, and the whole person used this force to reach the back row.

A silver kitchen knife was thrown out.

The last thing Al remembered was the man with two rows of teeth, a cold, crazy look in his eyes, and a name.

The man said a word before stabbing the knife into his body.

"My name is Crazy Chef! Hahahaha! ”

……

A drop of cold water from the ceiling dripped on Luo Sheng's forehead, waking him up from his sleep.

"Broken car."

Luo Sheng yawned and got up from the ground.

The roof of the car was dripping with drops of water, and the windows were full of droplets, apparently it was raining.

"Okay, you don't have to do business today, let's go and replenish the stock." Luo Sheng went to wash his face to himself, and habitually opened the refrigerator, wanting to see what ingredients could be used for breakfast today, but he saw a big iron bucket.

Have you ever put a big iron bucket in the refrigerator?

Luo Sheng took the big iron bucket out of the refrigerator, tore off the plastic wrap, and smelled a smell of meat.

"Where do you get so many meatloaf?"

dipped a little spice with his finger and put it in his mouth, which made Luo Sheng's eyes suddenly light up.

Perfect!