Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

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It's like those who use a certain fruit brand mobile phone, always look down on domestic production, and even those who don't mind stepping on it, there are many people.

In contrast.

Zhao Ke's knife skills are more like a performance.

Even Chu Xiangyun and the others felt that watching Zhao Ke cook was more interesting than watching the other two chefs cook.

An old chicken was molted and boned by Zhao Ke in an instant, not a single bone or even a shred of meat was left.

Throw away the kitchen knife in your hand.

But Zhao Ke actually threw the picked meat aside, leaving only the bones and beef bones, which were cooked together in the pot.

"bone???"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, completely taken aback by this scene.

"Could it be... is he planning to let us drink bone soup??"

The corner of Gan Hua's mouth twitched, and he and Shao Bing shook their heads, feeling that something was wrong.

Even the God of Wealth's face couldn't help but feel weird.

But Zhao Ke didn't care, instead he increased the firepower and started cooking.

It seems that after seasoning, mushrooms, and a fried river fish, the soup in the pot gradually changes from clear soup to milky white.

After it was done, Zhao Ke didn't take care of it anymore, but walked up to the steward and stretched out his hand: "Give me another knife!"

The steward was taken aback: "What about the one just now?"

"threw!"

Steward: "..."

He asked people to find a new kitchen knife for Zhao Ke, and saw Zhao Ke walked to the cutting board with the knife in hand.

With a raised gaze, he looked at Yang Wancai in the hall.

Grinning, he took out a big carrot out of nowhere.

It was only in the distance that Yang Wancai saw the carrot in Zhao Ke's hand, his brows twitched suddenly, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

"That is……"

Even though Yang Wancai's mansion is very deep, and he sat there always calm and composed, but when he saw the big carrot in Zhao Ke's hand, he still couldn't help but his pupils tightened: "Wangcai!"

Chapter 940 Provocation from the cook.

"Bang bang bang~"

Before Yang Wancai came back to his senses, he saw Zhao Ke raised the knife and cut the radish into eight sections.

"His-"

Even if it is Yang Wancai, wealth is a godsend, and in the eyes of all the postmen, he has a lot of postage points that are the lifeblood.

But when he saw that Wangcai, who had spent countless efforts and trained himself, was actually cut off by Zhao Ke as a radish.

Yang Wancai's heart bleeds instantly.

Perhaps in the eyes of Zhao Ke, this ginseng essence is completely insignificant.

At least one random ginseng in Zhao Ke's hand, no matter its grade or medicinal property, is far stronger than this ginseng essence by several times.

But Zhao Ke is just an example.

The rarity and scarcity of ginseng essence is doomed to be a rarity.

The rare thing is that Yang Wancai quite likes this little guy.

The financial resources spent for this, if converted into postage points, is also a huge fortune, but Yang Wancai just doesn't care about these things.

In contrast, what is more is the effort that Yang Wancai puts into the ginseng essence.

Now, Zhao Ke is good, chopping eight sections with one knife.

Distressed Yang Wancai wished to kill him now.

Looking at him, I saw Zhao Ke looking at him with provocative eyes.

Immediately, Yang Wancai couldn't help clenching his fists tightly. At this moment, Yang Wancai was sure that this bald man was the dog king he was looking for.

"Brother Yang, is there something wrong?"

At this time, Ouyang Shu's gentle greeting suddenly came from the side.

Yang Wancai's heart tightened, and he raised his head slightly, but the moment he raised his head, the haze on his face was swept away, and the fists on his knees had stretched out at some point.

With a smile on his face, he said: "It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable, and I will be fine later."

"Oh, I'm afraid I'm hungry. After all, it's not good to drink on an empty stomach." While Ouyang Shu was speaking, consciously or unconsciously, he was already very close to Yang Wancai.

Seeing this, Shao Bing subconsciously wanted to stand up. They had seen Ouyang Shu's strength before.

If this guy takes action against God of Wealth, they may not be able to rescue him in time.

But just as Shao Bing was about to move, the young woman in the rose group held his arm and shook his head, signaling them not to act rashly.

This is the delicate relationship between them and the local aborigines.

Even with the powerful social team of the Rose Group, they paved the way ahead of time and succeeded in making their identities essentially different from those of other postmen.

But the real control power is very weak.

Otherwise, how could he be so passive, rush down long ago, and chop off the bald man's head with one knife.

Right now, the distance between Ouyang Shu and Yang Wancai is less than one meter.

Such a distance seems to be a threat in itself.

Then look at Chu Xiangyun sitting on the throne, holding a wine glass in one hand, swishing the wine in the glass a few times from time to time, in those slender eyes, there is always a flash of light from time to time.

It can be seen that this banquet itself is also a note of Ma Wei for them, meaning to warn them.

Let them know whose territory this is!

"City Lord, the time is almost up, you can start."