What do these two people say?

Whether it is dressing up or looking, it gives people a very strange feeling.

Let's talk about wearing it first, although retro is popular now, but this is the height of summer, who will come out in a tunic and have a bag in their brains?

Then there is the look, although these two people are not the same as the Eighteen Immortals, giving people a stiff feeling.

I don't know if it's my delusion, I just think the facial expressions of these two people are still so dull and old-fashioned.

It's as if the facial muscles of these two people have hardened a long time ago.

Of course, this is just my guess, and it could be that I drank too much and had hallucinations.

After all, at this time, there are a lot of people who come out to drink the second stubble.

Maybe people just didn't drink the first meal, so they came to me to drink the second meal.

However, this is a bit of an explanation:

If I'm not mistaken, these two men simply ordered two servings of cumin mutton, and they didn't order any wine at all.

"Lamb steamed buns? Say. ”

Wang Dayou was not lightly drunk, and he swayed when he walked.

"Jianye, two servings of mutton steamed buns, I ...... Belch...... I'll go back first. ”

Speaking, before I could speak, this guy was already carrying the wine bottle and walked away step by step.

I didn't think much of it, just put on my apron, turned around and went to the kitchen.

I have to say that with Yu Rong, a female chef, the kitchen is much cleaner than before.

Daylily, fungus, vermicelli, coriander, green garlic, mutton......

Wait!

As soon as I washed my hands and began to organize the ingredients, my confused mind suddenly cleared up:

Mutton?

Isn't it impossible to sell mutton dishes at night?

I remember clearly that Wang Dayou once explained to me that you should never sell mutton vegetables at night.

The only exception was made for the human skin ghost who wore Qin Suyu's skin.

The problem was that Wang Dayou authorized it that time, but this time, Wang Dayou didn't think about it, so he asked me to make mutton steamed buns.

Could it be that I drank too much on this dog day and forgot the rules?

Or, Wang Dayou wants to trap me?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong.

After much hesitation, I walked out of the kitchen and said to the two middle-aged people with an apologetic face:

"I'm sorry, there's no mutton in the store, let's take a look, can you change the dish?"

"No lamb?"

The middle-aged man who ordered the food still looked expressionless, but his voice was much colder than before:

"What's in the white cloth jar in the northwest corner of your kitchen?"

Well?

The middle-aged man's words really shocked me.

That's right, the mutton in the store is indeed placed in the jar sealed with a white cloth in the northwest corner.

But as a chef, I only found out when Wang Dayou asked me to cook for people's skin ghosts.

So, how did this middle-aged man know?

Who is he?

"This ...... This ......"

was countered by a middle-aged man, and I don't know how to answer.

The whole person stood in place in a daze, at a loss for a while, just rubbing his hands in embarrassment.

"Forget it, since you don't want to do it, then I'll do it myself, of course, the money won't be less than you."

With that, the middle-aged man slowly stood up, pushed me away, and strode towards the kitchen.

"Sir, the kitchen is heavy, and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Looking at the middle-aged man dragging the same as 2580,000, I was naturally angry in my heart.

Without thinking about it, he rushed up and blocked his way.

Just kidding, the kitchen is a natural forbidden place for every chef, how can outsiders be allowed to come and go at will?

"Erzhuang!"

The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at me, and did not continue to argue with me, but snorted coldly.

Immediately after, another man who came with the middle-aged man strode over and pinned me to the table.

"Boy, don't make trouble for yourself, you know?"

This man was so powerful that he threw me on the table.

For a while, Rao was the best to feed, and I couldn't move at all.

Seeing that I was pressed against the table, the middle-aged man just gave me a cold look, then turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Soon, the machine of the range hood was up and running.

Heat the pan, remove the oil, blanch the water, and simmer......

Just listening to the voice, I knew that this middle-aged man was also an expert in cooking.

The middle-aged man cooked very fast, and in just 5 minutes, he walked out of the kitchen with two large bowls of mutton steamed buns.

The whole time, I was pressed to the table and couldn't move.

It wasn't until the middle-aged man put two bowls of mutton steamed buns on the table and called the person over to eat.

The man who had been holding me let go of me, strode over to the table, and sat down.

Damn it!

Rubbing my aching shoulders, I looked at these two people with hatred.

If I could, I'd really like to go up and lift the table.

It's just that I have a few pounds and a few taels, and I still have a number in my heart.

According to the style of these two people, once I do that, I guess I will definitely not be able to avoid this beating.

Gala~

Suddenly, just as I looked at the two of them, I had just picked up a piece of mutton and was about to stuff it into my mouth.

The door of the restaurant was pushed open again.

Then, Fu Zhenyu, Hu Yao and An Ran walked in angrily.

I was stunned to see the three of him, and I was really taken aback without the slightest psychological preparation.

The three men didn't know what to do, their clothes were all torn, and they were dirty all over their bodies.

The most important thing is that whether it is Fu Zhenyu, Hu Yao, and An Ran, all three of them have a lot of blood stains on their bodies.

Moreover, all three of them looked unkempt, and their virtue was the same as that of a soldier who had just come down from the front.

"You three ......"

Seeing this, I hurriedly walked over, intending to ask what was going on.

"Put down the chopsticks and get out of here!"

didn't think about it, and before I could speak, Fu Zhenyu turned his head, and his knife-like gaze swept suddenly over the two middle-aged people.

As Fu Zhenyu said this, let alone the two middle-aged people, even I, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but tremble.

Fu Zhenyu at this time was really scary, coupled with his inhuman gaze.

I only have one feeling right now:

If these two people refuse Fu Zhenyu's request, Fu Zhenyu will definitely be a killer!

Actually, there is no need for Fu Zhenyu to say, I have already noticed:

Since Fu Zhenyu entered the door, the reaction of these two people was a little wrong.

Bang dang~

The action of eating is frozen.

Chopsticks fall on the table.

"No...... Excuse me...... Let's go right away. ”

In a hurry, the middle-aged man who had entered the kitchen before hurriedly got up, pulled the person on the side, and left without looking back.

That posture is typical of a mouse meeting a cat!

"Brother Yu, you are ......"

Originally, I wanted to ask Fu Zhenyu, what happened to the blood on his body?

As a result, Fu Zhenyu didn't pay attention to me at all, but pulled me and strode into the kitchen.

I don't know what happened to Fu Zhenyu, he pulled me with great force, and even gave me a sense of pain.

But I don't dare to go against Fu Zhenyu's meaning now, he feels terrible now.

After entering the kitchen, Fu Zhenyu walked directly to the northwest corner, took out the jar sealed with a white cloth, and uncovered the white cloth.

"See for yourself, what's in it here?"