Super Special Forces King

Chapter 2435 Give it to my uncle!

Murong Dasen's body recovered very quickly, and it would be almost better to sleep for a while as this happened before.

He lives in a small house in a village on the outskirts of the city. The bathroom for five to six hundred a month is a single room outside. This house is rented for a month and is a dark household. You can get in without registration, and you can have money.

In a few hours he will go to the market to carry goods, so he simply washes and goes to sleep.

But less than half an hour after sleeping, someone knocked on the door, yelling loudly while knocking on the door.

"Open the door, open the door, and I'm asleep at this time, are you a ghost? Get up..."

Hearing the voice was the charterer, Murong Dasen quickly got up and opened the door. The fat charterer brought a thin old man. Before he could speak, the charterer said, "You come out!"

Murong Dasen said: "Why come out?"

The charter wife said: "You have rented for a full month, get out, the extra two days don't count your money, get out!"

"Why?"

Murong Dasen's expression was like a fool, what he said was so pale that it made people want to slap him in the face.

"Why? I'll tell you why, the rent I gave you was four hundred and five a month, right? I now give him two hundred and five. He accompanies me ten times a month, so you can get out!"

The charter wife's words were just and awe-inspiring, and full of righteousness, but Murong Dasen sounded so awkward.

Of course, Murong Dasen can understand that the husband of this charter wife is a man who can't afford to get up. The woman is forty like a tiger. The tenants and men of these buildings have been harassed by her. The rent will be reduced or exempted. Murong Dasen was hinted by him when he came to look for a house a month ago, but Murong Dasen did not submit.

Looking at the man behind the charterer now, it looks like a stunned head, with small eyes that reminds me of a thief.

"What do you look at, don't you get out of here!" The charter wife said again.

Murong Dasen said: "Okay, give me the deposit!"

The charter wife took out a few coins from the plastic bag and threw them in front of Murong Dasen and said angrily: "I don't know how to promote it, get out!"

The charter wife's tone was very anxious.

Murong Dasen picked up the money and went back to the room to pack up the things. There was only a backpack with few things.

After going out, Murong Dasen looked at this man very deeply. He was not a very old man. He looked very frustrated. It is estimated that this is also a need for him?

Murong Dasen really couldn't bear it.

Murong Dasen was a little confused when he went outside. Where should I go to rest? Where are you going to sleep? Do you want to find a house again? This time is not appropriate.

Is that hotel? No documents!

Those black hotels no longer exist now, even the remote hotels need to be registered.

So now Murong Dasen has nowhere to go.

Reluctantly, he can only go to the corner of the subway sheltered from the rain and fall asleep on the ground. There are a lot of homeless people here, and there are also homeless singers playing and singing here. When there are no people, they play their original works. Just play pop songs and earn some living expenses.

With the music, Murong Dasen enters his dreamland, it feels very pleasant. It feels much better than in a rented house. There is a bathroom not far away.

After sleeping for four hours, Murong Dasen was resurrected with blood, and then went to a nearby vegetable market to carry it.

After six hours of busy work, he got two hundred yuan. It was five o'clock in the morning. According to the usual route, Murong Dasen would go to the small alley street to eat at the food stall.

This situation has been going on for nearly two months. He likes the taste here, it's better than other places, and it's genuine.

It's just that I didn't come here last night.

When he got here, he saw a table of guests. Murong Dasen didn't care. After sitting down, the boss smiled and said, "Brother, come here, are you the same?"

Murong Dasen nodded and said, "Add a bottle of beer today!"

The boss was stunned. This is the first time he has ordered a drink in these two months.

"Good!" the boss continued.

After the wine came over, he went to the table over there and whispered: "It's him!"

The person nodded, didn't look back, just said, "Yun Qian, what else do you want to eat?"

The person sitting by the side said: "Beef skewers, and some for uncle!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Feng stood up and went to do it himself.

In order to ensure freshness, the beef is fresh and whole, and the customer will take it out of the refrigerator and cut it when the customer orders it.

Zhang Feng personally performed the sword and showed the ultimate sword technique in front of the boss, a sword technique that can only be seen in martial arts.

A piece of beef of two or three kilograms was thrown into the air, with a kitchen knife in hand, and then brandished the knife.

Beef slices kept falling on the plate, they were already confused, and nearly three catties of beef slices were ready in less than twenty seconds.

Snapped!

Zhang Feng slammed the aluminum table with his left hand, and the meat on the plate rose into the air. To his surprise, the plate remained motionless and would not be bounced with the beef.

The kitchen knife had already been put down in his right hand and he picked up a lot of bamboo sticks.

It was another dazzling action. When he stopped, the bamboo skewers were already filled with beef.

None of the beef slices that bounced into the air fell to the ground!

"Fire!"

Zhang Feng put a lot of beef skewers into the seasoning water at the same time he spoke, and moved them to make them even.

At this time, the carbon fire on the stove of the boss was fierce, and the fan below was blowing.

Fifteen seconds later, Zhang Feng put the beef skewers on the fire, his movements were extremely quick.

The boss stayed watching, and now he knows that this Da Neng is also a skewers expert.

He can't learn too many skills, dozens of skewers of beef are grilled together and heated evenly, and the skewers will not spread out.

\"High wine!\" Zhang Feng said.

The boss brought a bottle of farmer's rice wine and sprinkled it on, and with a scream, the flames skyrocketed, and the beef skewers changed sharply in the wine.

After a few seconds, Zhang Feng took the beef skewers and put them on the plate to the boss and said, "Take them to my uncle!"

\"Oh, yes!\" The boss hurriedly responded. It turned out to be uncle, why is the atmosphere so weird.

I quickly took it, and the wine was still burning on the beef.

\"Brother, try it!\" The boss put the plate in front of Murong Dasen.

Murong Dasen picked up a bunch and said: "You eat too!"

\"Thank you!\"

The boss really wants to taste it.

Murong Dasen unceremoniously picked it up and slapped it up. A few bites of beef and a big sip of beer were enjoyable!

The boss who took a bite was stunned. He couldn't describe the deliciousness in words. He hadn't eaten it anyway.

\"Not bad, it really inherited the gene, alas...\" Murong Dasen said while eating.

Zhang Feng, who has good ears, naturally heard it, and his heart was very moved, but he didn't want to come forward because he felt that his uncle did not want to talk to him yet.

Take your time, Zhang Feng thought!