Ni Yu: “…”

Young Master...is it a devil?!

Is it a blessing to say that you can eat well?

Seeing Ni Yu's face of doubting life, Ning Zhao and Yi Yue finally couldn't help it and laughed out loud.

...

"Boss, I'll chop it up. I'll make dumplings for my wife to make sauce tonight."

A farmer in coarse cloth clothes shouted with a smile.

Pieces of cut red and white pork hung on the hooks of the pork shop, neat and strict, like a meat forest.

Behind the pork shop, two people were sitting on short wooden benches and chairs, waiting for the business to come.

One is a middle-aged man surrounded by an apron with a strong and fishy smell.

Another one is a child with a big head who looks four or five years old.

"Shuang'er, stand far away."

When a business comes, the middle-aged man stands up and twists his head to the child.

The big-headed child nodded obediently, his big eyes flashed, and he seemed out of place in the meat forest full of blood-stained pork.

Crash.

The heavy kitchen knife chopped on the chopping board was hooked by the middle-aged man's fingers and rotated at high speed, causing a cold and fishy storm.

The man didn't weigh a piece of pork when he was peeled off, as if he had determined the weight of the pork, scraped the skin, and removed the pig's hair and residual pig blood.

The sword light passed by, dazzling and dazzling.

Dada dada...

I could only hear a fast-paced sound of chopping meat.

Soon, the pork was chopped into diced pieces, scraped it on the side of the blade, took a lotus leaf, wrapped the chopped pork, tied it up for a while, and threw the cut pork to the customer, which was considered to have completed the transaction.

Then, the man suddenly chopped the kitchen knife on the chopping board, wiped his hands on the apron, turned around and walked towards the big-headed boy.

The customer took the pork, weighed it and left.

"Dad, another guest is here."

The big-headed boy suddenly pointed to the distance and said to the middle-aged man in a silence.

The man's body trembled.

Looking back suddenly.

The wheelchair wheels rub against the somewhat sticky ground, making a strange sound, like the sound made when chewing sticky cakes.

The man subconsciously protected the big-headed boy, vicissitudes of life, and his eyes were filled with stories.

"I found six pork shops in Beiluo City, and finally found them..."

A faint sound floated.

But the boy sitting in a wheelchair covered his legs with a thin wool blanket. He came to the pork shop under the guidance of a beautiful and charming maid.

In the wheelchair, the boy reached out to stroke the thin blanket and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"Dao Zong abandoned disciple, Nie Changqing...is it you?"

The boy said to the middle-aged man who was protecting the big-headed boy.

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank, and a murderous aura surged from his body.

"Oh Huo, it seems... I finally found the right one."

The boy tilted his head and smiled softly.

After the pork shop.

Nie Changqing, who was protecting the big-headed boy, slowly spread his evil spirit.

"Are you sent by the Dao Sect?"

"After so many years... we still won't let us go."

Nie Changqing's voice became a little hoarse, with bitterness and indignation.

His wide and thick palm had already touched the handle of the wide and thick meat cutter on the chopping board, and the veins bulged.

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, listened to Nie Changqing's words, curled his lips slightly, supported his chin with one hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Dao Sect sends me here?"

"Ha, does it... match?"
Chapter completed!