He casually called the waiter to show the way, only to realize that the kitchen of the inn survived in such a harsh environment next to the latrine, Zhan Zhan grabbed the waiter and asked, "Do you need a government approval when the inn is built?"
The waiter said: "Naturally. Don't worry, guest officer, we have received thousands of guests, and they all came in and went out safely. Nothing happened. You can stay here with peace of mind!" "
"Boom!"
There was the sound of something being thrown down the path leading to the kitchen.
Zhan Zhan grabbed the waiter's shoulder and said, "Did you hear anything just now?"
The waiter said: "Master Han threw something again, right?"
"Mr. Han?" Zhan Zhan said, "Is that Mr. Han who looks so hungry and looking for food for decades." Well, he didn't dislike Han Feixie's appearance, he disliked Han Feixie's masked appearance.
The shop clerk said awkwardly, "It's that very thin Mr. Han."
"What is he doing in the kitchen?" He looked at the calm waiter and asked, "Aren't you curious?"
The waiter said: "The kitchen has been taken over by Lord Shi, so it's not easy for us to go in."
"Don't you guys cook?"
"Eat dry food."
"Where are the other guests?"
The waiter in the shop asked suspiciously: "The inn has been taken over by Lord Shi, don't you know?"
Shi Lidong was really relentless in spending Shui Chilian's money. But what to do with the kitchen? Leaving a latrine can also levy excretion fees from Shui Chilian. Zhan Zhan was confused, seeing that the waiter in the shop couldn't explain why, so he went to the kitchen to find out what happened.
In the kitchen, Han Feixie was buried in the fire.
Zhan Zhan tiptoed behind him, just about to scare him, when he heard him calmly say, "What are you doing here?"
"..." Zhan Zhan said, "How did you know I came in?"
Han Feixie pointed to the shadow on the stove.
Zhan Zhan said: "What are you doing here?"
"Boil the water."
"Today isn't March 5th." Zhan Zhan reached out and touched Han Feixie's forehead, "Are you okay? Didn't the waiter do this kind of thing? You did it, what did they do?"
Han Feixie stood up slowly, turned to look at him with a gloomy smile, "Who do I owe to boiling water here?"
Zhan Zhan asked blankly, "Who is it?"
Han Feixie grabbed his hand, raised his index finger, and poked Zhan Zhan's nose fiercely.
Zhan Zhan wailed "Ouch, Ouch".
Tang Yu ran to the door, "Is the water ready? Xin'er wants to take a bath."
Zhan Zhan said inexplicably: "Xin'er boils the water by herself if she wants to take a bath. Why does she ask my brother to boil the water?"
Out of admiration for Gao Fushuai, Tang Yu met Zhan Zhan, and his attitude naturally became respectful, "Master said it. The food, drink, housing and transportation on the road must be done by Shui Yaohuang himself."
Zhan Zhan pointed at Han Feixie and said, "How does he look like the King of Water Medicine?"
"He is the apprentice of Emperor Shui Yao." After Tang Yu finished speaking, he ran away.
Zhan Zhan understood. Probably Shi Lidong was inspired by him and wanted to use labor to torture Shui Chilian, but Shui Chilian pushed the boat and put the chores on Han Feixie. So Han Feixie suffered a tragedy...
He looked at him silently.
Han Feixie stuffed an empty bucket for him, "Go get two more buckets of water."
Zhan Zhan said speechlessly: "How can one bucket carry two buckets of water?"
Han Feixie was even more speechless, "Go, come, go, come, go twice."
If he hadn't proposed to go with Shui Chilian, Han Feixie wouldn't have to suffer, and Zhan Zhan had been wronged first, so he ran to fetch water obediently. The well is some distance away, and Zhan Zhan is ready to take three steps and take a rest, but when he feels tired, the sword energy in his body will spontaneously move to dispel the fatigue. He made two trips in one go without even a pause.
Han Feixie saw him smiling happily while carrying the bucket, and asked in confusion, "What are you happy about?"
Zhan Zhan felt that the good news should be shared, "I am already the peak swordsman!"
Han Feixie hugged his chest and said, "How do I remember that you used to be an intermediate young swordsman?"
"... Cough, it's an intermediate swordsman." Zhan Zhan slapped the table to dispel the embarrassment, "On this important day, I decided to make a bowl of braised pork to celebrate!"
Probably he laughed too happily, and Han Feixie was also infected with the smile, "The way of sword qi is steady and steady, and only by step by step can we go long."
Zhan Zhan said: "No, I almost lost my mind two days ago. If my master hadn't discovered it early, I might have become an invincible blood-sucking devil."
Han Feixie: "..."
"Come on, I'll cut the meat!" Zhan Zhan rolled up his sleeves, took out the pork with great interest, threw it on the cutting board, picked up the kitchen knife and cut it quickly.
The sudden presence of such a busy figure in the dark and damp kitchen feels like a ray of dawn suddenly slanting out of the overcast sky. Han Feixie's pent-up irritability subsided a little, he greeted Zhan Zhan, and went upstairs with the hot water.
When he came back after delivering the water, he could smell a strong aroma of braised pork coming from the kitchen.
Zhan Zhan whirled there with a big spoon, saw him coming in, and immediately sent the spoon over, "Taste the taste, will it work this time?"
Han Feixie chewed until he ate it.
"This time, don't say that you will save your stomach for dinner." Zhan Zhan was vaccinated.
Han Feixie said: "You can eat when you are hungry."
"..." Zhan Zhan licked the spoon in disbelief, "Is it really so unpalatable?"
Han Feixie saw his naive expression when he licked the spoon, and felt a little agitated for some reason, "Eat it by yourself."
Zhan Zhan looked at him like he was looking at a heartless person who abandoned his husband and son, "How about being a brother who has agreed to share weal and woe? You really don't give face like this!"
Han Feixie said unmoved, "Or ask Ferrari to eat with you."
"… good idea."
Zhan Zhan went crazy for a few days, and Ferrari was ignored for a few days. Fortunately, Han Feixie still remembered to feed him every day, otherwise he might become the first monster that gnawed through the cage and escaped due to hunger.
Ferrari looked at Zhan Zhan, and immediately let out a wronged whimper from his throat.
Zhan Zhan said in disbelief: "Why do I feel that it depends on me?"
Han Feixie said: "You are his master."
"I'm going to set him free."
Han Feixie nodded understandingly, "It's really embarrassing to bring such a monster."
Just a little moved by Han Feixie's behavior of feeding, rain or shine, for half a month, Ferrari immediately gritted his teeth at Han Feixie's contemptuous eyes.
Zhan Zhan couldn't bear it and said: "It's so small, it's not enough for those big monsters to swallow it in one gulp."
Han Feixie said: "Are you sympathetic that it will be eaten, or that the monsters that eat it are not full?"
"...all of them." Zhan Zhan picked up a piece of braised pork with his chopsticks and placed it next to the cage.
Ferrari twitched his nose, then lay down, observing Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie calmly.
Han Feixie said: "It's not easy to fool."
Zhan Zhan: "..."
Seeing Han Feixie talking to Zhan Zhan, Ferrari pushed the braised pork in front of him with one paw, sniffed it and then sniffed it, opened his mouth reluctantly to lick it, and lay down again.
Han Feixie said: "It is considering whether to risk its life to please you."
Zhan Zhan couldn't help but said, "When I first met you, you didn't talk so much."
The corners of Han Feixie's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at him evilly, his eyes slowly moved from his face to his neck, and said slowly: "I don't like to do these two things at the same time."
"..." Zhan Zhan felt like his neck was being hooked by a hook—almost suffocating.
While they were not paying attention, Ferrari finally swallowed the braised pork in one gulp, then chewed it very quickly, and swallowed it.
Zhan Zhan said in surprise: "It ate it!"
Han Feixie said: "And he's still alive."
"..."
Zhan Zhan had originally cooked braised pork for two, but because Han Feixie was only willing to eat a few pieces to save face, most of it fell into the stomachs of Zhan Zhan and Ferrari.
Zhan Zhan watched Ferrari swallow one piece after another, wondering: "It swallowed the same amount of meat as its body."
Han Feixie said: "The causes of death have been expanded to two types, poisoning and strangulation."
Zhan Zhan said, "Let it go for a walk?"
"Are you going to let it out?"
"No, I'm carrying the cage."
"It's standing still?"
As soon as Han Feixie finished speaking, Ferrari lay down and did not move.
"You can't lie on your stomach after eating, you have to move." Zhan Zhan poked it with the handle of his chopsticks.
Ferrari bit the chopsticks in one bite, crushed the chopsticks with his teeth, and spat them into the cage.
Zhan Zhan: "..."
Han Feixie provocatively said, "Demonstrate to you."
"I didn't expect it to be more useful than I imagined." Zhan Zhan's thoughts were obviously not in the same line of thought as Han Feixie, and he said with relief, "With this sharp tooth, you don't have to worry about being unable to protect yourself when you return to the world of beasts .”
Tang Yu ran to the kitchen again and asked, "When is the meal?"
Zhan Zhan looked at Han Feixie suspiciously.
Han Feixie said: "Fan Xiong will be in charge of the dinner."
Zhan Zhan remembered that the original text never mentioned Han Feixie's cooking skills, thinking about it...he looked at Han Feixie clearly.
Han Feixie patted him on the head, "What are you looking at?"
Zhan Zhan rubbed his head depressedly, "Don't pat me on the head again, it will bring my master down."
Han Feixie: "..."
The two went for a walk with their stuffed Ferrari, and saw Fan Xiong walking towards them halfway.
Fan Xiong smiled and said, "Have you finished all the other tasks in the kitchen?"
Han Feixie agreed without changing his expression.
"The evening bowl is still yours."
"it is good."
Zhan Zhan frowned, Fan Xiongren had already walked away. He pulled Han Feixie and said, "He bullies people!"
Han Feixie looked at his expression full of righteous indignation, and said with a smile, "I'm not bullying you."
"Are you happy to bully you?" Did you grow up eating McDonald's
Han Feixie said indifferently: "There are too many things being bullied, and if everyone, big or small, is unhappy, most people's lives will be very unfortunate."
Although Han Feixie didn't care, Zhan Zhan still decided to teach Fan Xiong a lesson. At dinner in the evening, he deliberately finished eating before everyone else and went upstairs, and ran to push Fan Xiong's door by himself—
The door is locked, with a metal lock.
Zhan Zhan thinks this is very unscientific. When the protagonist in the book steals into other people's rooms, he never finds a locksmith!
He stood outside the door and studied for a long time, then thought of crawling through the window, and immediately went back to his room and opened the window to look out. The bare windows were neatly arranged next to each other, but there were no balconies and water pipes.
wipe!
Do you really need to find a locksmith to help
He was hesitating when he saw a carriage approaching from a distance and stopped in front of the inn. The groom who drove the horse looked familiar. He could only see the top of the other person's head from his perspective, so he wasn't sure—he couldn't think of a reason for that person to appear here.
"Master, let's rest at this inn."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhan Zhan was sure. It's really Weilong. What is he doing here
The more terrifying ones are in the back. The carriage door was pushed open, and Lan Feng stepped down.