"Fuck your fart, you have a lot of greasy and fatty meat, and if you eat too much, you are not only easy to gain weight, but also easy to get sick, how can our noodles be healthy. ”

The rolling pin and noodles are not angry, and when they open their mouths, they spit fragrantly.

"Yes, yes, meat eaters despise you!"

The rolling pin and the rice bowl immediately united the battle line and launched a counterattack against the mutton in the iron pot.

"Meat eaters are despised, that's what you mean?" Ye Qing, who was eavesdropping on a few weird quarrels, touched his nose.

Not to mention, it's quite interesting.

"What's the noise, isn't it embarrassing?"

Suddenly, the iron pot that was the first to speak stopped: "No matter how good your noodles are, can they be full of strength without me cooking? No matter how awesome your rice is, you can't use me to steam it? And your mutton, no matter how delicious it is, it has to be steamed, boiled, fried and fried by me, right?"

"If you want me to say, you are not as good as me, with me, you can have all the color, flavor!"

"Hmph, you're not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue. ”

The stove suddenly spoke, "If it weren't for me, burning and burning under your guy's ass all day long, would they be cooked? Would they be able to smell it?"

"You guys who know how to put their butts on me all day, what qualifications do you have to say awesome?"

"Fart, what's the use of your broken stove without me?"

The iron pot retorted: "Also, I repeat, that's my belly, belly, not my ass." ”

The stove snorted coldly: "Your belly looks like an ass, who can tell the difference?"

"Don't even say it, you guys are fighting one by one, what are you fighting for, is it interesting?"

The flat pole leaning against the corner of the wall interjected: "I see, it is I who pick you up day by day, so that you have no place to use your strength, and you are all wasted on your mouth." ”

"If you want me to say, no matter how powerful you are, you are not as powerful as the master's oil, as the saying goes, all kinds of food oil come first, if it weren't for the master's oil, how could these human beings eat so deliciously?

"Oil?" Ye Qing, who was eavesdropping, suddenly lit up his eyes, the oil that these weird people talked about couldn't be corpse oil, right?

Quite possibly!

Ye Qing was about to continue eavesdropping to see if those monsters could leak more information, but at this moment, the old man who was busy suddenly looked at Ye Qing and said with a smile: "Guest, have you thought about what you want?"

"I want oil, is it okay?" Of course, Ye Qing also thought about it, he was still not sure if the so-called corpse oil came from here, so it was best to wait and see.

"Hmm...... Then fry me a copy!"

After thinking about it, Ye Qing said, order more dishes, so as to observe the reality and reality.

"What kind of dish is this, how come the little old man has never heard of it before?" the old man wondered.

"Well, I forgot you don't have a menu here. Ye Qing immediately said: "Then fry me a table!"

"Stir-fry a table, what kind of dish is this?" The old man was stunned again, is it a relative of a fried book?

Ye Qing said with a smile: "The so-called fried table, is it fried a table of dishes?"

"Oh, fry a table of dishes!" The old man suddenly said: "However, can you finish the dishes on the table?"

"It's okay, I have a big stomach, eat as much as I want!"

Ye Qing waved his hand and said: "By the way, old man, my table of dishes, put more oil, put more salt, as the saying goes, put more oil, put more salt, and spend the New Year in good health." ”

"I'm a person who pays attention to health. ”

Old man: "......" Do you have any misunderstanding about health?

"Okay, wait a minute. ”

Of course, the old man also thought to himself, who has never met a few people with heavy tastes in his life?

Hehe, human.

Ye Qing played with the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, his eyes swept casually, seemingly careless, but in fact, his attention was always staring at the old man cooking.

Of course, Ye Qing's focus is not on the old man's cooking skills, but the oil he uses for stir-frying, but unfortunately, the oil put into the pot is indeed just ordinary vegetable oil, not the corpse oil he imagined, which made Ye Qing quite disappointed.

At the beginning, all the old man's actions were normal, and there was nothing wrong with the meal, but after a long time, Ye Qing noticed that something was wrong, maybe because he was busy for a long time, or maybe because he was too close to the stove and too hot, the old man's face was covered with sweat.

Sweat, and it's not worth making a fuss.

After all, some people are born with a natural physique that is prone to sweating, and even in the cold winter, they will sweat profusely after eating.

At first, Ye Qing didn't care, but slowly, the sweat on the old man's body became more and more, his forehead, face, bare arms, the back of his hands, etc., were covered with sweat everywhere, and even the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat.

Drops of sweat, with the movements of the old man, kept falling into the meal.

"It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant, the smell on the owner's body, it's really fragrant. ”

Iron pots, rolling pins, flat poles, rice jars and other strange things all make intoxicating sounds.

And the old man who stir-fried and spooned also seemed to be more and more excited, his expression was crazy and weird, and the sweat on his body was getting more and more, and it was not as clear as at the beginning, but as if mixed with some kind of fishy yellow oil, reflecting a strange light in the firelight.

Immediately afterwards, the old man was like a candle, under the scorching heat of the fire, slowly melting, and constantly oozing out of the body of the fishy yellow oil, drop by drop, silk, wisp, fell into the pot.

Inside the pot, the yellowed fat, pork, and vegetables tumbled up and down, making a "squeak" sound, and strangely, there was a rich fragrance wafting out.

"Good Fragrance ......"

"It's so fragrant......"

"I can't take it anymore...... Ah......h

As the fragrance spreads, the iron pot, rolling pin, flat shoulder, rice jar and other weird can't help but let out bursts of admiration, but those admiration are a little ...... It's a lot of imagination.

"I'm Nima...... The taste is too heavy!"

Ye Qing, who was peeping, was a little pale, his stomach was churning, and he wanted to vomit.

"Guest, don't worry, your stir-fried pork liver will be ready soon. ”

Suddenly, the old man seemed to notice Ye Qing's gaze, slowly raised his head, and slowly grinned...... Horror and disgusting.

Ye Qing: "......"

Big brother, don't laugh, do you know how disgusting you are!

Of course, this scene is indeed only visible to him, and ordinary people can't see it at all.

Because the mysterious chef is surrounded by a special energy similar to an illusion, in the eyes of ordinary people, the old man is kind and amiable, not covered with grease, without a crazy and strange look, and without talking pots and pans.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that his spiritual power had increased greatly in the No. 8 pawnshop, he might not have been able to break through that special power and see the true face of the old man.

If there is no accident, the fishy yellow grease on the old man's body is corpse oil;

The old man in front of him is the culprit who caused Deng Qiang and others to change, and he is the root of everything. "Guest, your stir-fried pork liver is ready, according to your taste, more salt and oil, to ensure deliciousness. ”

"We can still have a good chat without lifting oil!"

Ye Qing glanced at the fried pork liver handed over by the old man, and saw that the entire plate was covered with a thick layer of oil, or corpse oil, and the corpse oil on the old man's body, like a viscous liquid, was flowing down his body and converging into a puddle on the ground.

"Guest, eat, why don't you eat?"

Seeing that Ye Qing didn't move, the old man grinned and urged.

However, Ye Qing still did not move.

"Eat...... Eat...... Why don't you eat it?"

"Why don't you eat it?"

After urging a few times, seeing that Ye Qing still had no intention of moving the chopsticks, the old man's expression became a little crazy and distorted, his mouth cracked along the corners of his lips, and countless fishy yellow corpse oil poured out from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth, and fell on the stir-fried pork liver on the table, and then overflowed along the plate, flowed onto the table, and slowly flowed to Ye Qing.

"Guest, why don't you eat such a delicious thing?"

The old man slowly lowered his head, his face full of corpse oil, and approached Ye Qing inch by inch.

"What are you doing so close, show your big face!" Just when the old man's face was only an inch away from Ye Qing, Ye Qing's left hand suddenly appeared behind the old man's head and pressed it hard.

The old man's head slammed into the stir-fried pork liver covered in corpse oil, and the wooden table shattered.

After crushing the old man's head, Ye Qing turned his left hand into a fist, and it came out, smashing it like a fall, and slammed it on the old man's chest.

The fist was surging, and the old man's body also exploded, but there was not a trace of flesh and blood in the exploded body, but sticky and bloody yellow corpse oil.

"Why don't you eat ......"

"Why don't you eat ......"

"Why don't you eat ......"

Since it was determined that the old man was the culprit, Ye Qing planned to take advantage of his unpreparedness and kill him with one blow, and the plan was also successful, but before Ye Qing could breathe a sigh of relief, the sticky and fishy yellow corpse oil on the ground slowly surged, gathered together, and re-formed the appearance of the old man, staring at Ye Qing with a distorted expression.

"If you don't eat it, I'll eat you......"

The next moment, the old man suddenly opened his mouth, his mouth split to both sides, as big as a basin, and bit Ye Qing's head.

Ye Qing's feet were slightly wrong, and one sleeve was slapped out, as strong as a mountain, pouring thousands of miles, and the big mouth in the air was directly broken by one sleeve.

Then, Ye Qing took a step forward, stepping like a landslide, walking like a torrent, and slamming a punch on the old man's chest.

"Cloud Steaming Osawa Style"

However, the fierce and unforged punch smashed on the old man's body, but it was like dusting his sleeves, the strength was soft and warm, silent and silent.

But in the next moment, the old man's body suddenly turned dark red, wisps of foehn wind swept out of his body, and the surroundings suddenly became unbearably hot.

Ye Qing's previous punch, when approaching the old man, turned his strength, and he was fierce and soft, and the thunder turned into a spring breeze and drizzle.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The fierce and domineering fist power, like a spring breeze and drizzle, all poured into the old man's body, and then exploded from the body.

As the fist power foehn erupted, the old man's body began to melt and evaporate inch by inch, like a candle, thrown into the furnace, and the moment it melted, it was evaporated by the blazing heat, leaving no trace.

In the blink of an eye, the old man evaporated.

It's like, it's like it's never been in this world.