"Dumplings are coming!"

In less than ten minutes, the boss personally came out of the back kitchen with dumplings, and the oil on his fat face was a little brighter.

"I'll see what kind of stuffing is made of nine kinds of mushrooms!" Lao Jiu was not polite, and picked up the dumplings with chopsticks, but he didn't put them in his mouth, and he still cut them off.

The oily soup overflowed, and a rich aroma wafted up, Lao Jiu closed his eyes, took a breath of enjoyment, and began to burst the filling: "Yin spirit mushroom, return yin grass......"

As he spoke, he sniffed his nose, his eyes hadn't opened yet, "And the corpse cockroach, Zihe Che!" ”

The moment the three words "Yin Spirit Mushroom" came out, the boss's small eyes narrowed, and the smile on his fat face became even brighter.

"Boss, are your dumplings for people to eat?" Lao Jiu opened his eyes and poked the dumplings for a while.

"It's not for people, it's for ghosts?" The boss picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a dumpling, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and a little oil flower came out of the corner of his mouth.

"Who knows if you're a human or a ghost?" Lao Jiu's pupils shrank, and the chopsticks in his hand poked out like lightning and stabbed into the boss's cheek.

The boss's eyes suddenly widened, Lao Jiu took a step forward, raised his legs, pushed his knees, hit the boss's lower body, and then crossed his elbow, another heavy blow, against the base of the boss's ear.

Three heavy blows in a row, I only had two reactions after watching it, clamping my legs and shrinking my neck, if these three blows were placed on me, I would definitely die of pain.

Looking at the owner of the dumpling restaurant again, but the fat body of more than 1.60 meters was hit three times, and he did not fall, but staggered back and hit the bar, making a bang.

Lao Jiu followed up directly, smashed his elbow, hammered on the boss's chest, swept his elbow when he closed his elbow, swept his hand over the boss's face, pulled out the pair of chopsticks, and then inserted it again.

After five heavy blows in a row, the boss didn't cry out in pain, and the small eyes that were always squinting revealed a fierce light, and yellow-red bloodshot floated.

What's weird is that on the fat face that was inserted with chopsticks, there was no trace of blood flowing out, just some red flesh buds like tofu residue.

"Squeak!"

After the chopsticks were inserted into the boss's cheek for the second time, Qiqi turned into a white lightning bolt and rushed out, hitting the boss the head.

After this blow, the boss slowly fell to the ground, his mouth wide open, and let out a meaningless ho-ho.

"Finished!"

Lao Jiu clapped his hands, turned around and smiled proudly, "Brother, I'm so neat, right?" ”

"I'll settle accounts with you later!"

I glared at Lao Jiu, got up and walked to the boss and squatted down, I was hit so hard, and the boss never screamed in pain from beginning to end.

I pulled out the chopsticks on the boss's face, and was inserted twice in a row by a pair of chopsticks, and his face was rotten, even so, the boss did not cry out in pain, but looked at me with a strange gaze.

"What the are you looking at?" Lao Jiu slapped him in the head.

"Ho-ho!"

The boss's voice was still meaningless, and the strange color in his eyes became even stronger.

"Stop fighting!"

I grabbed Lao Jiu's hand that I still wanted to fan down, this boss was already wasted, and the face that was poked into a mess was flesh and bloodless, showing a strange pink, and the wax grease didn't know when, replacing the blood.

Therefore, what he shed was not sweat, but wax oil, and he didn't know when the pain would quietly disappear.

Unbuttoning his clothes, exposing his chest, I scraped it with my chopsticks and hung off a layer of white wax.

"You, come here!"

Lao Jiu looked sideways at the young man who was huddled in the corner and was shivering.

"I don't know anything!" The guy immediately waved his hand.

"If you want to come, you'll come!" Lao Jiuyi's eyes crossed, and the guy moved over tremblingly.

"How long have you been in this shop?" I held the chopsticks and poked the boss for a while, staring at the guy with my eyes.

"It's been almost two months!" The guy said with a hint of crying.

"Tell me, how much do you know about this store?" I asked coldly.

"You'd better tell the truth, or you'll ......"

Without waiting for him to answer, I snorted and threatened.

"I really don't know the situation of the boss, I only know that many of the people who come to the restaurant to eat at night are not people at all, and the people I deliver food don't seem to be people!" The guy said 1510.

"Don't know?"

I sneered, how could he not know anything in two months?

"Young man, are you dishonest?" Lao Jiu smiled brightly, and when he stood up, he didn't know when there was an extra palm-sized knife in his hand.

To be honest, Lao Jiu's performance tonight surprised me a little, and Wen Xinyue was with me for two days, this product seems to have changed a lot, at least the few times I beat the boss violently, which was completely beyond my expectations.

Obviously, Lao Jiu saw that something was wrong with the boss, otherwise, it would be a verbal confrontation at most, similar to what you are worried about, look at you like this.

But Lao Jiu didn't hesitate, and inserted a chopstick into the boss's face, without any intention of keeping his hand.

"Do you have dumplings?"

At this moment, a deep voice came from behind him.