"Fuck you, your meat is greasy and fatty. If you eat too much, you will not only gain weight, but also get sick. How can our noodles be as healthy as our noodles?"
The rolling pin and noodles are not angry, just open your mouth and spit out the fragrance.
"Yes, yes, meat eaters despise you!" Mi Vang said an ancient sentence.
The rolling pin and the rice vat immediately united the front and launched a counterattack against the mutton in the iron pot.
"Meat eaters are despicable, is this what you mean? I've learned a lot!" Ye Qing, who overheard a few strange quarrels, touched his nose.
Don't tell me, it's quite interesting.
"Why make such a fuss? Don't you think it's embarrassing?"
Suddenly, the iron pot that was the first to speak stopped him: "No matter how good your noodles are, can they be strong without me cooking them? No matter how good your rice is, why can't you use me to steam it? And your mutton, no matter how delicious it is, can't it be cooked?" You have to go through my steaming, cooking, frying, right?"
"Let me tell you, none of you are as powerful as me. Only with me can you be as beautiful as you are!"
"Huh, you're not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue."
The stove suddenly spoke: "If I weren't here, burning and burning under your ass all day long, would they be cooked? Would they be able to emit fragrance?"
"You're a guy who knows how to point your butt at me all day long. What qualifications do you have to say you're awesome?"
"Fart, what's the use of your broken stove if I'm not here?"
Iron Pot retorted: "Also, let me say it again, that is my belly, belly, not butt."
Huo Lu snorted coldly: "Your belly looks like your butt, who can tell the difference?"
"Stop talking, you are all fighting over each other. Is it interesting?"
The pole leaning against the wall interjected: "I see, it's me who carries you around day after day, leaving you with nothing to do but wasting it all on your mouth."
"Let me tell you, no matter how powerful you are, you are not as powerful as the master's oil. As the saying goes, the oil comes first. If it weren't for the master's oil, how could these humans eat so deliciously? Are they almost losing their souls?"
"Oil?" Ye Qing's eyes suddenly lit up as he was eavesdropping. Could it be that the oil these weird people were talking about was corpse oil?
Probably!
Ye Qing was planning to continue eavesdropping to see if those weird people could reveal more information, but at this moment, the busy old man suddenly looked at Ye Qing and said with a smile: "Guest, have you decided what you want?"
"I want oil, can I?" Of course, Ye Qing just thought about it. He was still not sure whether the so-called corpse oil came from here, so it was best to wait and see.
"Well... Then give me a copy!"
After thinking about it, Ye Qing said, order more dishes so that he can observe the reality.
"Fried one? What kind of dish is this? How come this little old man has never heard of it before?" the old man asked doubtfully.
"Well, I forgot that you don't have a menu here." Ye Qing said immediately: "Then cook a table for me!"
"Fried a table? What kind of dish is this?" The old man was startled again, is he a relative of a fried dish?
Ye Qing smiled and said: "The so-called frying a table, does it mean frying a table full of vegetables?"
"Oh, stir-fry a table full of vegetables!" The old man suddenly said: "But, the guests can finish the table full of vegetables?"
"It's okay, I have a big stomach, I can eat as much as I want!"
Ye Qing waved his hand and said: "By the way, husband, put more oil and more salt on my table of dishes. Isn't it the saying goes, put more oil and more salt, so you can have a healthy New Year."
"I am a person who pays attention to health."
Old man: "..." Do you have any misunderstandings about health preservation?
"Okay, guest, wait a moment."
Of course, the old man just thought to himself, who hasn't met a few people with heavy tastes in their lives?
Haha, humans.
Ye Qing played with the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, his eyes moving randomly, seemingly carelessly, but in fact his attention was always focused on the old man cooking.
The old man's cooking skills are indeed very good. He is skilled in knife skills. He can cut vegetables and meat in one go, which is pleasing to the eye. Of course, Ye Qing's focus is not on the old man's cooking skills, but on the oil he uses for cooking. But unfortunately, putting in The oil in the pot was indeed just ordinary vegetable oil, not the corpse oil he imagined, which made Ye Qing quite disappointed.
At first, everything the old man did was normal, and there was nothing wrong with the food. But as time went by, Ye Qing discovered something was wrong. Perhaps it was due to being busy for a long time, or perhaps it was too close to the stove and it was too hot. The old man's face Covered with sweat.
Sweat is nothing to be surprised about.
After all, some people are naturally prone to sweating. Even in the cold winter, they will sweat profusely after eating.
At first, Ye Qing didn't pay attention, but slowly, more and more sweat appeared on the old man's body. His forehead, face, exposed arms, and back of his hands were all covered with sweat, and even his clothes were covered with sweat. Soaked in sweat.
Drops of sweat kept falling into the food as the old man moved.
"It smells so good, it smells so good. The smell of the master is so fragrant."
Iron pots, rolling pins, shoulder poles, rice vats and other strange things all make intoxicating sounds.
The old man who was cooking and flipping the spoon seemed to be getting more and more excited, with a crazy and weird look on his face, and more and more sweat on his body, and it was not as clear as before, but seemed to be mixed with some kind of fishy yellow grease, in the firelight Reflecting a strange light.
Immediately afterwards, the old man was like a candle, slowly melting under the heat of the fire, and the fishy yellow oil continued to leak out from his body, falling into the pot drop by drop, strands, and strands.
In the pot, the yellowed fat, pork, and vegetables rolled up and down, making a "squeaking" sound. Strangely, a strong fragrance wafted out.
"It smells so good..."
"It smells so good..."
"I can't stand it anymore...ah..."
As the fragrance fills the air, iron pots, rolling pins, poles, rice vats and other strange things can't help but let out bursts of admiration, but those admirations are a bit... imaginative.
"Oh my god... the taste is too strong!"
Ye Qing, who was peeping, looked a little pale, his stomach was churning, and he felt like vomiting.
"Guest, don't worry, your stir-fried pork liver will be ready soon."
Suddenly, the old man seemed to notice Ye Qing's gaze. He slowly raised his head and slowly opened his mouth. As his mouth opened, fishy yellow grease slid down his face and fell into his mouth and into the pot, making him look... Extraordinarily...horrifying and disgusting.
Ye Qing: "..."
Brother, can you stop laughing? Do you know how disgusting you are?
Of course, only he could see this scene, ordinary people couldn't see it at all.
Because there is a special hallucination-like energy surrounding the mysterious chef. In the eyes of ordinary people, the old man looks kind and amiable. He is not covered in grease, has no crazy and weird expressions, and does not have talking pots and pans. pot.
In fact, if his mental power had not increased significantly in Pawn Shop No. 8, he might not have been able to break through that special power and see the old man's true face.
If nothing unexpected happens, the fishy oil on the old man’s body is corpse oil;
The old man in front of him is the culprit that caused the changes in Deng Qiang and others, and is the root of everything. "Guest, your stir-fried pork liver is ready. According to your taste, use more salt and oil to ensure it is delicious."
"If we don't mention gas, we can still have a pleasant chat!"
Ye Qing glanced at the stir-fried pork liver handed over by the old man, and saw that the entire plate was covered with a thick layer of grease, or corpse oil, and the corpse oil on the old man's body was like a viscous liquid. The bodies dripped down and formed 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 made no move.
"Eat... eat... why don't you eat?"
"Why don't you eat?"
After urging him several times, seeing that Ye Qing still had no intention of moving his chopsticks, the old man's expression became a little crazy and twisted, his mouth cracked along the corners of his lips, and countless fishy yellow corpse oil poured out from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth, falling on The stir-fried pork liver on the table then overflowed along the plate, flowed onto the table, and slowly flowed towards Ye Qing.
"Guest, why don't you eat such delicious food?"
The old man slowly lowered his head, his face covered with corpse oil, approaching Ye Qing inch by inch.
"Why are you so close? You look so big!" 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 down hard.
The old man's head hit the fried pork liver covered in corpse oil so hard that the wooden table shattered.
After crushing the old man's head, Ye Qing turned his left hand into a fist, lifted it out, and hit the old man's chest like a smash.
The fist force surged, and the old man's body exploded, but there was no flesh and blood in the exploded body, but thick and fishy yellow corpse oil.
"Why don't you eat..."
"Why don't you eat..."
"Why don't you eat..."
Now that he was sure that the old man was the culprit, Ye Qing planned to take advantage of his unpreparedness and kill him with one blow. The plan was also successful, but before Ye Qingsong could say anything, the sticky yellow corpse oil on the ground slowly surged and gathered together. , re-formed into the appearance of an old man, staring at Ye Qing with a twisted expression.
"If you don't eat it, I will eat you..."
The next moment, the old man suddenly opened his mouth, split it on both sides, as big as a basin, and bit into Ye Qing's head.
Ye Qing made a slight mistake with his feet, and shot out with one sleeve. It was as powerful as a mountain, and it flowed thousands of miles. The big mouth in the air was directly smashed by one sleeve.
Then, Ye Qing took a step forward, like a landslide, like a torrent, and punched the old man in the chest.
"Steamed Daze style"
However, a fierce and unforgiving punch hit the old man's body, but it was like brushing away dust with his sleeves, the force was soft and gentle, silent and silent.
But the next moment, the old man's body suddenly turned dark red, wisps of foehn wind swept out of his body, and the surrounding area instantly became unbearably hot.
When Ye Qing's previous punch approached the old man, the force changed, the force became softer, and the thunderous force turned into the spring breeze and drizzle.
Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.
The fierce and domineering fist energy poured into the old man's body like spring breeze and drizzle, and then exploded from the body.
As the fist-power Foe Wind erupted, the old man's body began to melt and evaporate inch by inch, just like a candle thrown into the furnace. The moment it melted, it was evaporated by the blazing high temperature, leaving no trace behind.
In the blink of an eye, the old man disappeared.
It's like, it has never existed in this world.
