Chapter 72

It's strange. The boss hesitated carefully. Yes, he was paid. In any case, this is business, and has the final say. He put two big steamers on the pot to steam steamed buns. Then he cooked half a kilo of wide noodles in the pot on the side, thinking that this should be enough.

It's better to make no more effort on the noodles. The delicious meat smell is brought to Zhao Kun's face. Zhao Kun took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube and ate slowly.

The boss suddenly felt that Zhao Kun's noodles looked strange and uncomfortable. After peeking several times, the boss finally understood where the uncomfortable feeling came from.

Ordinary people should bow their heads when eating noodles, but Zhao Kun doesn't. He pushed the stool open with his ass, squatted down and put his mouth on the same line as the noodle bowl. After that, whether it's hot or not, fish it face to the mouth. This guy is really hungry.

The shopkeeper didn't turn on the light in order to save money. In the dim light, he always felt that Zhao Kun's open mouth was as black as a black hole, and his teeth and tongue were all black.

Hallucination or wrong reading?

The boss rubbed his eyes and then glared again. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Kun ate half a kilo of noodles, and even drank the soup. Obviously he ate so slowly and his posture was awkward.

Zhao Kun sat down again. He sat on the bench with a straight waist. In this way, the breakfast shop owner looks more and more like he looked up to avoid nosebleed when he was a child.

"Aunt Wang asked me not to ask her son to nod. Is it because this man's head was really hurt?" The boss thought.

After eating noodles, Zhao Kun was still hungry. The boss gave him a small dish. But the side dishes didn't work at all. Zhao Kun groaned hungry, and there was a constant rumble in his stomach. The sound was like a hungry ghost panting from hell.

After tossing for half an hour, two cages of big meat buns were finally steamed. The boss breathed a sigh of relief. If he continued like this, he would not be able to open the door today. Zhao Kun ate all the dishes he could eat. He didn't have any food and opened a fart shop.

"Here are your two cages of steamed stuffed buns." The boss gave him a large plate of steamed stuffed buns.

"Not enough, bring it all. Bring the steamer together. " Zhao Kun shouted while holding the steamed stuffed bun in his hand. He was not afraid of scalding. The surface temperature of the steamed bun was at least 70 degrees. He grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

One bite is a steamed stuffed bun. You can swallow it without chewing. The shopkeeper's eyes are straight. After opening a breakfast shop for decades, it was the first time he saw others eat so boldly. Generally, watching people swallow things in big gulps will produce a sense of pleasure. Therefore, eating and broadcasting have become popular in recent years.

But seeing Zhao Kun eating, the hungry ghost looks ugly. It only makes the boss's back cold.

Zhao Kun grabbed the steamer with both hands for fear that others would rob him of food. Keep eating, never stop. More than 20 kilograms of steamed stuffed buns, plus half a kilo of noodles and more than 10 kilos of side dishes. The boss looked at his little body and couldn't understand where the food that was about to equal one-third of his weight had gone.

If it's physical reason, the man's stomach doesn't bulge!

The boss suddenly felt a little scared. It's late at night. It's still early before dawn. I can't really meet a hungry ghost, can I?

"Not enough, boss. Do you have anything to eat?" Zhao Kun looked at the two empty steamers and couldn't see any expression under his covered face.

But the boss was afraid: "no, no, I'll give it to you. Do I want to do business. You hurry home. "

"My mother gave you money and ate that. Aren't there any steamed buns over there? Steam them all for me. " Zhao Kun smashed his tongue and stood up.

The boss was so frightened that he took a few steps back: "I kept these for business."

"Selling it to me is also a business. I'm not a guest? " Zhao Kun approached him: "if you don't cook it for me, I'll eat it myself."

The shopkeeper, a man in his forties, was almost crying: "Sir, I'm afraid of you. I'll give you the money back. Go back. "

"I don't want money. Cluck, I eat as much as I want. My mother gave you money. " Zhao Kun went to the stove and looked at the raw pork stuffing that had not been processed. He grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating up a large pot of raw stuffing, I ate fermented noodles. Finally, after swallowing more than 100 kilograms of ingredients, he turned slowly towards the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper had long been scared to hide aside and didn't hum.

"Boss, do you have anything to eat?" Asked Zhao Kun.

"No, really No. Even if you give me salt, what else can I have left in my shop except my old bone. " With that, the shopkeeper wanted to slap himself in the face. What do you say? Say you're an old bone. Who knows if bones are attractive to hungry people.

Why don't you change your smelly mouth.

Sure enough, Zhao Kun heard three words of old bone. I stared at the shopkeeper thoughtfully.

The shopkeeper only felt his hair stand on end. He shrank back again and again. Zhao Kun's face still couldn't be seen clearly in the light. But Zhao Kun suddenly licked his lips. For a moment, he saw Zhao Kun's tongue.

It's not an illusion. Zhao Kun's tongue is thick and wet like a slug, and it's very dark, as if it was coated with ink. The human tongue can never look like this.

In front of Zhao Kun, what is hard to come true is the hungry ghost climbing out of hell!

The shopkeeper felt he was going crazy! What's going on? Although he's not a good man all his life, he's not bad. I've been a breakfast shop owner for decades. I've never cheated anyone, and I use all the real materials. You shouldn't be approached by starving ghosts.

What's the problem!

"Hungry, so hungry." Zhao Kun, hidden under his hat, has bright eyes. He had no other reaction, but sat back on the stool and kept crying hungry.

The boss patted his heart and felt a little relieved. Although Zhao Kun was a little scary and eccentric, he showed no sign of attacking people. He went to the back kitchen and took some inventory. After Zhao Kun finished eating, he seemed to be full at last. He sat quietly without any reaction.

Like he's dead.

Today's shop can't be opened. Zhao Kun ate thousands of yuan, but Aunt Wang didn't give enough. The shopkeeper thought that he must ask Aunt Wang for more.

In short, there was nothing to do. The idle and boring shopkeeper brushed his mobile phone and stole a few glances at Zhao Kun from time to time. The strange man kept a motionless posture for a long time. His body deeply hidden under his clothes and hats made the boss unable to see Zhao Kun's face. But the boss always felt that Zhao Kun was secretly staring at himself.