Looking at the food that exudes an attractive aroma, Fang Yuan sniffed without moving his chopsticks.

"Damn, brother, don't you eat it?" Tang Qing looked at the food in front of him and couldn't help but lit up and asked in a low voice: "Do you mind letting me do it?"

"random…"

With the envious eyes of the people around him, Tang Qing carefully brought the food at Fang Yuan's door and began to feast on him.

…

"You are very special." The chef wiped the kitchen knife in his hand with a rag, walked to the opposite side of Fang Yuan, sat down, and said with a smile.

Fang Yuan said: "Is that so? I don't think so."

"I'm not talking about you, it's the eyeball in your right eye." Zhao Ke pointed to Fang Yuan's right eye, and a hint of greed appeared in his eyes: "My master once said that the best ingredients are the rarest."

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the veins on his right hand slightly protruded.

Zhao Ke noticed his expression change and chuckled: "Don't be nervous, I'm not that perverted yet, I don't like eating human flesh.

Once upon a time, when I was a chef, I was famous for Dalin. I cooked one dish every time and once a month. No matter how rich you are, it would be hard to eat the food I cooked."

Fang Yuan looked at him mutely and said with a blank expression: "Then what? What does this mean? In their eyes, you are making peerless food. In my eyes, it is even worse than the oranges I grow in my own home."

Tang Qing and Dan Niang were like being possessed, burying their heads and eating the food at the door, as if they had not heard the conversation between the two.

Hearing that, Zhao Ke narrowed his eyes slightly, and a red light flashed through his eyes. It was the first time that someone had belittled the meal he had made like this.

"You should be glad that this era, otherwise you can't touch or touch many things, and you can't even meet me. By the way, I'll give you a word. The end of the grave may not be hell at the end of the grave..." Zhao Ke calmed down his smile, stood up, and walked to the backstage. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, turned his head and smiled, "The meat you and this guy used is indeed white meat, not a living person, and you shouldn't be able to eat live meat, but as a gentleman, I used beef for the lady. You don't have to worry about the smell of white meat in her mouth when you kiss her."

After saying this, Zhao Ke put on an apron and tidied up the table.

Seeing Tang Qing eating with relish, Fang Yuan frowned, hesitated for a moment but still didn't speak.

Tang Qing is now possessed by eating Zhao Ke’s food. The two of them are so loud that no one can hear them in the restaurant.

"However, what he meant is not that living people cannot eat live meat? Could it be that he said that we are all dead people? Or... we are people who are about to die..." Fang Yuan's eyes flashed, and he looked at the busy young man in the backstage of the kitchen, pondered and did not speak again...

...

In a hot pot restaurant, Fang Yuan was waving the hot pot alone, and Tang Qing and Dan Niang were sleeping in the car. It seemed that Zhao Ke’s food was a problem or something. After eating the food on the plate, they became drowsy.

Fang Yuan swept a piece of mutton into his mouth, and instantly felt warm and comfortable.

In such a quiet shop, he can eat more deliciously.

"You are fucking! Clumsy! You're tired of living!"

Suddenly, a little noisy sound rang on Fang Yuan's side, and he looked at him slightly. A young man with a nose ring and a red tip pointed at his wet crotch and cursed with anger.

In front of him was a little girl. Her face was covered with dust and she could no longer see her true face. Her eyes were wide open, her face was frightened, and her lips were not bloody, but her long hair was dry but neatly combed.

The clothes on her body were torn, there seemed to be no flesh on her arms and feet, and her body was as thin as a piece of paper, and a gust of wind could blow her away.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

The little girl looked pale and seemed to be shocked.

"To your mother! That's the fuck you came from boiling water."

The little girl subconsciously hid to the side, and the boiling water scattered onto the ground, a white mist rose, and some water droplets even jumped on Fang Yuan's shoes.

"You still dare to hide?" The man with nose ring gritted his teeth, raised his hand and slapped him. With a snap, the girl's cheeks became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye. The man reached out and grabbed the girl's hair and pulled it to him.

The girl was so painful that tears came from the corners of her eyes, and her body was curled up. The orange kitten yelled around the man, and the scene was in chaos.

"Listen it clean."

The man's wrist was so excited that he suddenly felt a sharp pain. He could vaguely hear a click. Then, his eyes flashed. The 40-size leather shoes with a dull sound of wind almost flattened his nose! He flew backwards, smashed the table, chairs, and benches, and was poured onto his body by a hot pot of hot pot.

"You've just gotten into me, do you want to come over and apologize to me?"

Fang Yuan walked over and rubbed the young man's clothes with his leather shoes. After rubbing the water dripping clean, he glanced at him.

The young man was wailing at this time, and the hot hot pot was poured on him. In an instant, he was worse than death.

This doesn't matter. Hulachao stood up more than ten Sijiuzi and surrounded Fang Yuan and the little girl. The machete in his hand was shining with a cold light.

"Is this Dalin City? It's interesting." With a chuckle, Fang Yuan's leather shoes moved slightly downwards, and he kicked hard on his lower body. Suddenly, the man arched his body like a cooked shrimp, and his wailing sound broke.

"Kill him to death!"

The man with nose ring covered his crotch with one hand, and roared hysterically.

Fang Yuan didn't say anything, a red light flashed through his eyes, and the light disappeared immediately. In the dark environment, these young men carrying swords and the nose ring man lying on the ground were left.

"It's really my luck to cut me to death." He chuckled, got a bench from somewhere, and sat on it.

"Give it to me..." The man with a nose ring still wanted to speak, but suddenly he was stunned.

He found that at some point, two pale fingers suddenly grew in his eyes, and these two fingers were slowly stretching down from his sockets and holding his mouth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The man with a nose ring looked scared, and tears mixed with his nose slid down his cheeks, wanting to speak but unable to speak.

"Click...Click..."

There was a sound of bone fissure echoing in the air, and the man with a nose ring actually saw a pair of black hands spreading his upper jaw bones hard, and a severe pain came from the corner of his mouth and blood blew.

A warm feeling flowed out of his crotch, with a smell of shit.

"I thought you were really not afraid of death."

The ghost realm dispersed, Fang Yuan looked down at the nose ring man with a high profile, pinched his nose, and walked out of the door.
Chapter completed!