Murong Dasen's body recovered very quickly. This kind of situation often happened before, and it would be almost healed after just sleeping.
The place he lives in is a small house in a village on the outskirts of the city. The bathroom is in a single room outside for 500 to 600 yuan a month. The rent for this kind of house starts from one month. It is a black house. You can enter without registration, as long as you have money.
He would have to go to the market to carry goods in a few hours, so he simply washed up and went to bed.
But less than half an hour after I slept, someone knocked on the door, shouting loudly while knocking on the door.
"Open the door, open the door. I fell asleep at this time. Are you a ghost? Get up..."
Hearing that the voice was that of the tenant, Murong Dasen quickly got up and opened the door. The fat tenant brought a thin old man. Before he could speak, the tenant spoke: "Come out!"
Murong Dasen said: "Why do you want to come out?"
The landlady said: "You have already rented for one month, get out of here. The extra two days will not be counted as your money, so get out of here!"
"Why?"
Murong Dasen looked like a fool, and his words were so pale that it made people want to slap him in the face.
"Why? Let me tell you why. The rent I paid you was four hundred and fifty a month, right? Now I give him two hundred and five, and he stays with me ten times a month, so you can get out!"
The charterer's words were righteous and upright, but Murong Dasen sounded so awkward.
Of course, Murong Dasen can understand clearly that the husband of this housewife is a man who cannot support her. A woman is like a tiger in her forties. All the men who are tenants in these buildings have been harassed by her. If she submits, she will The rent would be reduced or reduced. Murong Dasen had hinted it when he came to look for a house a month ago, but Murong Dasen did not give in.
Looking at the man behind the charterer now, he looks like a slut, with small eyes that remind him of a thief.
"What are you looking at? Get out of here!" the charterer said again.
Murong Dasen said: "Okay, give me the deposit!"
The charterer took out a few pieces of money from the plastic bag and threw it in front of Murong Dasen and said angrily: "You don't know how to behave, get out!"
The charter woman's tone was very anxious.
Murong Dasen picked up the money and returned to the room to pack his things. There were not many things, just a backpack.
After going out, Murong Dasen looked at this man deeply. He was not very old either.
He looks very poor, so maybe this is also a need for him
Murong Dasen really couldn't bear it.
Murong Dasen felt a little confused when he got outside. Where should he go to rest? Where to sleep? Looking for a house again? This time is not appropriate.
That hotel? No documents!
Now those black hotels have long ceased to exist, and even the most remote hotels still need to register.
So now Murong Dasen has nowhere to go.
He had no choice but to sleep on the floor in a corner of the subway sheltered from the wind and rain. There were many homeless people here, and there were also street singers playing and singing here. When no one was around, they played their own original songs. When there were many people, they played their own original songs. Just play pop songs to earn some living expenses.
Murong Dasen fell asleep with the music, which was very comfortable. It felt much better than in a rented house. There was a bathroom not far away.
After sleeping for four hours, Murong Dasen came back to life with full blood, and then went to the nearby vegetable market to carry things.
After working for six hours, he got two hundred yuan. It was already five o'clock in the morning. According to his usual route, Murong Dasen would go to the alley and eat at a food stall.
This situation has been going on for nearly two months. He likes the taste here. It is better than other places and the food is genuine.
Only last night I didn't come here.
When he arrived here, he saw a table of guests. Murong Dasen didn't take it seriously. After sitting down, the boss smiled and said: "Brother, here you go, are you the same?"
Murong Dasen nodded and said, "Add a bottle of beer today!"
The boss was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he ordered a drink in the past two months.
"Okay!" the boss responded.
After the drink came over, he went to the table over there and whispered, "That's him!"
The man nodded and didn't look back. He just said, "Yun Qian, what else do you want to eat?"
The person sitting next to me said, "Let's have some beef skewers and give uncle some to eat too!"
"good!"
Zhang Feng stood up and went to do it himself.
In order to ensure freshness, the beef is fresh and whole, and it is taken out of the refrigerator and cut when the customer orders.
Zhang Feng personally performed the swordsmanship and showed his ultimate swordsmanship in front of this boss, a swordsmanship only seen in martial arts.
A two or three kilogram piece of beef is thrown into the air, with a kitchen knife in hand
, and then brandished the knife.
Slices of beef kept falling on the plate, and they were dazzled. In less than twenty seconds, nearly three kilograms of beef was ready.
Snapped!
Zhang Feng slammed his left hand on the aluminum table, and the meat on the plate rose into the air. To his surprise, the plate stayed motionless and did not bounce up along with the beef.
His right hand had already put down the kitchen knife and picked up a lot of bamboo sticks.
Another dizzying move, and when he stopped, the bamboo stick was already filled with beef.
Not one of the beef slices that bounced into the air fell to the ground!
"Fire!"
While Zhang Feng was speaking, he had already put a large amount of beef skewers in his hand into the seasoning water and moved it around to make it even.
At this time, the charcoal fire on the stove on the boss's side was fierce, and the fan below was blowing.
Fifteen seconds later, Zhang Feng put the beef skewers on the fire with extremely quick movements.
The boss looked at it dumbfounded, and now he realized that this great man was also an expert at kebabs.
There are too many skills for him to learn. Dozens of skewers of beef are roasted together and heated evenly, and the skewers will not spread out.
"High alcohol!" Zhang Feng said.
The boss brought the top of a bottle of farm rice wine and sprinkled it on. With a roar, the fire shot into the sky and the beef skewers changed rapidly in the wine fire.
Before the wine had burned out for a few seconds, Zhang Feng took the beef skewers, put them on the plate and said to the boss, "Take this to my uncle!"
"Oh, yes!" the boss responded hurriedly. It turned out to be his uncle. Why was the atmosphere so weird
He quickly took it over, while the wine and fire were still burning on the beef.
"Brother, please try it!" The boss put the plate in front of Murong Dasen.
Murong Dasen picked up a bunch and said, "Eat it too!"
"Thanks!"
The boss really wants to try it.
Murong Dasen picked it up without any politeness and started masturbating. A few mouthfuls of beef and a big sip of beer. It was so enjoyable!
The boss who took a bite was already stunned. He couldn't describe such deliciousness in words, since he had never eaten it before.
"It's not bad, I really inherited the genes, alas..." Murong Dasen said while eating.
Zhang Feng, who had good ears, naturally heard it and was very touched in his heart, but he didn't want to step forward because he felt that his uncle didn't want to talk to him yet.
Take your time, Zhang Feng thought!