When Zhao Xiaochuan returned to the town, it was already afternoon.

Next, he wasted a lot of time with Liu Han and Li Xuan.

Then he helped the old bald head toss Mark, which took more than three hours, and it didn't end until seven o'clock in the evening. I have to say that Mark's muscles and bones are really good, hard and soft. Zhao Xiaochuan's martial arts qualifications are compared with others, and they are simply one in the sky and one underground. Fortunately, Zhao Xiaochuan's focus was on summoning beasts, otherwise he couldn't help but be jealous in his heart. And the most valuable thing is that he is strong-willed, and he resisted for more than three hours, which is indeed a good material for martial arts.

By this time it was already dark, and there was a rare glimmer of tranquility in the whole town, and the houses and shops on both sides of the street were exposed with warm lights. After all, this is Shinan District, and most of the people who live here live in affluence, and they can even light electric lights. For example, in the West District, not to mention electric lights, there are few houses in the entire district that are electrified.

The battle during the day has also ended, and Chen Laojiu, with his last men, still defended his last street, but this is just a trapped beast.

Zhou Tian's people also retreated because of the nightfall, waiting for Zhou Tian's next order, and also giving Chen Laojiu a chance to breathe.

At this time, the old bald bath was also closed by the old bald head, lit up the light, and refracted to the outside through the window, revealing a trace of warmth in this cold night that was about to enter winter and the temperature had dropped.

At this time, although Mark had survived the whole process of pulling out his muscles and bones, he was already weak, and was carried upstairs to the room by the old bald head, fed a few glasses of water, and then fell back into a deep sleep. Zhao Xiaochuan also went to the back to boil water and take a hot bath, and finally faded most of his fatigue in the wasteland for half a month.

The clothes on Zhao Xiaochuan's body have already become tattered after the battle with the giant lynx, and this dress is also a few years old. Thinking that he could still get a large sum of money from Zhou Tian, he didn't bother to wash it anymore, so he threw it aside, put on a bathrobe from the bath and came to the second floor.

Anyway, the bathrobe doesn't cost money.

The second floor is a guest room with a bath, and people like Li He usually like to come here the most, after all, doing certain things requires private space.

However, on the second floor, the old bald man also left himself a personal room, after all, he also had to live in the bath often. And his room usually doesn't let others in, but Zhao Xiaochuan didn't have any scruples, and just pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as you enter the house, a burst of incense rushes to your face!

"You stinky boy will be in a hurry, I stewed this pot of meat in the morning, in order to wait for Mark to finish pulling out his muscles and bones to replenish his nutrients, but he will definitely not be able to eat this big pot of meat, you kid is cheap!" The old bald head in the room sat on a rocking chair, glared at Zhao Xiaochuan, and then beckoned him to come and sit down, and set up a large iron pot in front of him.

And the peculiar aroma emanating from the iron pot seemed to rush directly into Zhao Xiaochuan's soul, and saliva flowed down with a bang.

"Hey, hey! It smells so good! What kind of meat is this, it's so fragrant? Zhao Xiaochuan was unceremonious, and sat directly opposite the old bald head, staring at the big iron pot in front of him with his eyes.

This iron pot is extremely big, Zhao Xiaochuan feels that he can't hug it, and the amount of stewed meat in it must be absolutely indispensable, and there is a pot lid on it, blocking his gaze from continuing to explore.

"What meat? Hey! Try to see if you can taste it! The old bald man smiled, and actually bought Guanzi. When I opened the lid of the pot, the hot aroma was released from the inside of the pot in an instant, revealing the shiny stew inside. The old bald head took two wooden bowls from the side unhurriedly, scooped one bowl and handed it to Zhao Xiaochuan.

"Whew~! Call~! Zhao Xiaochuan was in a hurry like a child, he took the bowl directly, and he didn't care about burning his mouth, he blew two breaths symbolically, and opened his mouth to drink a mouthful of broth first.

Suddenly, the piping hot broth with an extremely delicious taste instantly exploded in Zhao Xiaochuan's mouth, filling the entire taste buds.

"That's delicious, isn't it!?" Zhao Xiaochuan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly swallowed the soup in his mouth, and the hot broth went down his throat into his stomach, and instantly there was a warm feeling all over his body. After picking up the chopsticks on the side, Snorr plucked the meat in the bowl into his mouth, and under a bite, the taste of the meat and a special fragrance that had been boiled for so long instantly made Zhao Xiaochuan's soul sublimated again!

"Delicious! Delicious!! "Zhao Xiaochuan, who was already starving in the wasteland and rarely could eat a full meal, was naturally not polite after encountering such a delicious taste, a bowl full of meat and soup, and he didn't live for a minute in his mouth!

"Old bald head, another bowl!"

"You stinky boy, eat meat fast!" The old bald head on the side sat on the recliner, squinting his eyes, smiling slightly, holding a bowl of broth in his hand and savoring it carefully, compared with Zhao Xiaochuan, it was simply elegant, looking at the empty bowl passed by Zhao Xiaochuan, he glared at him fiercely: "Hold it yourself!" ”

"Hey, hey!" Zhao Xiaochuan naturally wouldn't be polite, he directly took the soup spoon by himself, filled himself with a full bowl of broth, and continued to feast.

The whole room, shrouded in the fragrance of broth, was very warm, and it actually gave Zhao Xiaochuan a warm and relaxed feeling for a while. Especially the bowl after bowl of broth, almost none of which could last a minute in his mouth, and in less than a moment, half of the meat in the iron pot went down.

"How's it going, the meat isn't bad?" The old bald head watched Zhao Xiaochuan eat happily, and he also smiled: "You can eat as much meat as you like, but you have to leave me half a pot of soup, and when Mark's kid wakes up hungry at night, this soup is the best thing for it to replenish vitality." ”

"Hehe, don't worry, do you think I'm the kind of starving ghost reincarnated? The soup will definitely be kept for you! Zhao Xiaochuan's mouth was about to be scalded, but he didn't slow down the speed of sending meat and soup to his mouth.

Then I added a sentence in my heart: meat is not necessarily!

Old bald head: "... Aren't you? ”

Zhao Xiaochuan: "......"