"Eyes? Oh...you said this."

O'Leary seemed to know his physical condition and smiled awkwardly: "I haven't had a good rest in the past few days. I just went to bed after two in the morning. I'm so embarrassed that I'm worried."

"Wow, I'm going to bed so late? What are you doing?"

Soso was surprised: "When did you even have to sleep so late? Is the economy so recession now?"

Nina laughed, while O'Leary flipped through the two slices of meat in the counter: "That's not, we open very early here, and a lot of work is done in the middle of the night."

This is indeed the case, so Suo was fussing. Nina threw her off and wandered around the store. There were obviously not many customers today, so there were still a lot of meat at the counter and they were not sold. They were neatly arranged behind the windows and cut very neatly, as if they were taken out of the mold.

"Hey, man, does Nina often come to you to buy meat?" Sosuo didn't follow him, and he was considered a butcher. Anyway, she was just a waiter to have dinner tonight.

"On average, once a week, I don't buy much. Every girl's family can get her appetite. However, she is indeed an old customer of my family. The first time was... two years ago?" O'Leyre answered the question, his eyes swept across Soso's body from top to bottom.

Suo Suo was about to talk about something, but suddenly, a strong sense of chill spread throughout her body, causing her to tremble.

Something was wrong, she suddenly reminded herself. Although she was dressed as sexy as ever today, the butcher looked at her with no slightest look as she looked at her. The blood-covered eyes swept across her body, indeed with a strong desire, but obviously they are two different natures from rolling the sheets.

Sosuo is a girl. She knows what kind of mentality corresponds to what kind of external manifestations a boy looks at her.

“…Nina?”

Nina looked at the meat in the window. She didn't plan to make ordinary meat chops, which was too vague. Seattle, like Los Angeles, is a big city full of Asians and even Chinese people. The influence of Chinese restaurants is of course extremely far-reaching. Compared to orthodox Western food, it seems that making a "sauce-flavored pork ribs" is more interesting. She has a cooking tutorial app on her mobile phone, maybe you can search it?

“…Nina!?”

Nina was attracted by a large piece of ribs in the corner. She pointed at it and turned her head and said, "Orell, weigh me two pounds of this piece of meat, but you don't seem to have a price tag?"

O'Leary looked at her, it was the diagonal corner of the beef shop, and his eyes were wide open with bloodshot eyes: "Ah, that rib, I'm so sorry Nina, that rib is not a product, it's the rest of yesterday. If you want to eat ribs, I can pick it for you...ah..."

Unfortunately, there was no ribs in the huge counter surrounded by three sides. Nina shook her head and chuckled, and tapped her finger on the glass window: "Yesterday was yesterday, don't worry, I have a good appetite. You also know that the meat I bought was not stored in the refrigerator for a long time, and it was this one."

Since the customer agreed, the shop owner was naturally happy that the remaining goods were sold yesterday. This was normal, but O'Leile was obviously a little reluctant. But Nina was already an old customer, and this emotion only flashed on her face. He quickly chopped up dozens of portions of the ribs and put them in bags and weighed them.

"There are four pounds of meat in total, two pounds I give you...here!"

"Thank you, O'Leary, we'll be here next week, goodbye!"

After taking the bag, Nina looked at O'Leary's eyes deeply: "Hurry up and get the disease, my friend, if your eyes are always red like this, customers will think you have an infectious disease, which is not good for the business."

On this side, Nina was still chatting with the butcher, but Soso was already leaning against the outer door, looking anxious to leave.

"Okay, Sosuo, let's go, and make you sauce-flavored pork ribs tonight..."

After shopping, Nina walked towards the door with a paper bag, frowned and thin eyebrows: "Why are your face so ugly? The temperature of the air conditioner in the store is too low?"

"I'll call you twice... Forget Nina, come out with me first."

Sosuo's volume was very low, and he immediately grabbed Nina's arm and walked out quickly. Nina's expression immediately became serious. She was always talking nonsense on weekdays, and it was rare to have such serious times.

As soon as she left the door, she asked, "What happened? Sosuo, your face is really bad. Do you want to see a doctor?"

"Not a doctor...Now, Nina, I'll ask you some questions."

Suo Suo frowned, and was not in a hurry to get on the bus, and stopped by the side of the road and said, "This is called...Walker Beef Farm, right? Do you really come here to buy meat often?"

Seeing that his friend was serious and looked ugly, Nina finally adjusted her mindset: "Yes, once a week on average, what's wrong?"

Suo was shocked, holding his arms, his pretty melon-shaped face was full of entanglement. She looked at the beef shop door, as if she was looking at whether the owner was peeping. The glass door obviously brought her a strong sense of insecurity.

"Just just now, that Walker looked at me. Do you know Nina, his eyes were really abnormal!"

Nina nodded gently: "He is really uncomfortable today, you see his eyes too..."

"No, Nina, I'm not referring to the problem of getting sick, that's not the look of the patient." Sosuo waved his hand, a little impatient: "You know, every week, there are boys who want to date me. Do I still know what they look like? Walker, he looked me from top to bottom, and he didn't want to get off the sheets at all, do you know?"

"Uh...I don't know."

Nina answered neatly: "I'm picking meat."

"Damn, so I called you twice... forget it." Sosuo rolled his eyes: "Anyway, I just think he is very weird, and this shop is also very awkward. Maybe it's just an illusion. When you get off work, the meat shop is filled with meat food that hasn't come to the door... When you chatted, I tried to look into the kitchen. I couldn't see anything in front of the curtain, but I absolutely didn't hear any sound!"

Speaking of this, she looked at Nina with bright eyes, obviously feeling that she had expressed it in place.

As a person who is ambitious to develop the journalism industry, Nina also began to ponder.

"Orell explained that all three employees have asked for leave, and he has hired three of them in total. I know that even if the workshop with only three people is hired, the possibility of all employees taking leave on the same day is a small probability from the big data. I know that his wife is a pure housewife, and the time to get off work is the best time for the meat shop to do business. The employees are gone, but they still don't ask her to help... The quiet kitchen... Soso, you observe it very carefully, which is really a bit strange."

“Yes~”

Sosuo was very relieved, and his thin arms slapped Nina on the back: "So as a good friend, Nina, I strongly recommend that you not go to that store for the time being. The owner's eyes were really weird. When I looked at me, I really felt like he wanted me to pull it into the kitchen and make a human meat char siu bun!"

So, the last sentence is the core of Sosuo's remarks.

"Oh...human meat char siu bun."

Facing the way Soon waiting to see the joke, Nina smiled indifferently, opened the trunk of the car, and put the ribs in it.

"It feels good. If he really made such a product one day, I would really have to buy some. Solan would definitely like to eat it."

After saying that, Nina happily saw that Soso was hit by five thunderstorms: "But now, let's make sauce-flavored pork ribs first. Soso, you are a Chinese, you should be able to help me a lot, right?"

"Well...it's OK in theory..."

Suo Suo came back to her senses, feeling frustrated by her failure to shake her baggage, and murmured to agree. But suddenly, she felt something was wrong again.

"Hey, Nina, stew pork ribs and so on, you need to use pork, why do you buy beef jerky!?"

Faced with the questioning, Nina blinked and quickly opened the car door.

"I'm an Indian, no, I'm a Muslim, right? I'll stew pork buns with human meat that zombies eat, so I'll stew pork ribs with beef!"

"Ha...I said you...Okay, let me see how much appetite I have left tonight..."

The brand new Bentley trot stopped at the door soon heard a graceful roar, and a turn turned back towards the far road.

At the glass door of the beef shop, O'Leyle Walker's bloodshot eyes stared at the scene, wearing a blood-stained white apron, a chubby chubby face.
Chapter completed!