When Chen Wei walked into Ma Jing's mansion with a bloody head, it was just when the mansion was just holding the lights.

The guard on duty naturally saw the head in Chen Wei's hand and the blood that was almost soaked in his upper body. The brave man bit the bullet and wanted to talk to him. Chen Wei just turned his head indifferently and glanced at the guard. The latter immediately became silent and retreated with a smirk.

When I walked into the mansion, there were three or three horse house guests gathered together to cool off in the huge courtyard. It was already over May. Although it was not very hot at night, it was still a bit stuffy when I stayed in the house. So the handsome and cheerful man directly opened his arms and came to the courtyard, either drinking with a gourd or drinking with a purple clay pot. What he said was all about irrelevant conversations, but the atmosphere between them was a bit subtle and solemn.

Chen Fan walked into the mansion with his head, which naturally attracted the attention of many people. However, Chen Fan was arrogant and remote person by nature, and a bit arrogant and perverse in nature, so there was basically no one in the Ma Mansion. After seeing him in, he glanced at him calmly, and then did whatever he should do in groups.

Although Chen Wei's body is rarely a heavy murderous aura, the one who can be taken into the mansion by Ma Jing will not be a wine bag. They are all veterans who rolled over from the tip of the knife. More or less, each of them has had several lives on their hands. So when he saw Chen Wei coming in with a head, he was only slightly surprised, and then he did whatever he should do.

Chen Wei carried the head and walked through the front yard and the corridor, and then entered the back yard kitchen. The blood stains left on the head were also flowing along with Chen Wei's footsteps.

A burly man in the corridor looked at Chen Wei's back disappearing at the door of the backyard and sneered: "I'm really a little guy who is still a little slutty. When I go out to kill someone, I have to come back all the way with the head of the city. Tsk tsk, I have to never seen the world before I can do this."

Next to this burly man, there were two strong men in blue clothes sitting. He laughed and said, "That's right, Chen Wei relied on Mr. Ma to take seriously him, and he didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick. Every day, he was fiddling with his broken flying knife in the Ma Mansion, he was posing with a long and smelly face for others to see. Brother Dou, who did he show his noble look?"

Another strong man looked even more disdainful and contemptuous. After spitting a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, he smiled disdainfully with a strong accent in southern Xinjiang: "The ones in the world, the ones who look down on the most are these martial artists who can only play flying knives and darts. We green forest heroes are open-minded and have a cheerful temperament. Although my martial arts skills are not as good as Brother Dou, the one I hate most in my life is the villain who can only shoot cold arrows behind me!"

The burly man called Brother Dou smiled extremely cheerfully and unrestrainedly when he heard this, and looked up at the already dim sky, and he felt thoughtful under his rough appearance.

Chen Wei had already entered the kitchen with his head in his hand.

The kitchen in Ma Mansion is very large, after all, it has to accommodate hundreds of people to run a kitchen at the same time. However, although the kitchen is large, the cooking utensils and settings inside are the same as the style of Ma Mansion - rough and elegant, and not care about details.

At this time, there was only a slightly older guy in the kitchen. The guy was big and round waist and covered in oily face. He was sitting in front of a huge stove, guarding the vigorous fire. After hearing the footsteps of Chen Wei coming in, he did not look up, but just added two pieces of firewood into the stove.

Chen Wei entered the gang but was like entering his own house. He picked up a slightly worn bamboo chair from the corner and sat down under his butt, then threw the head in his hand directly to the gangster, and laughed and said, "I brought you a piece of meat back. Maybe I can't eat it, so you can feed it to Dahei."

The chef then raised his head and looked at Chen Wei, and said angrily: "Do you think Dahei is not picky about food like you? Is this kind of dirty thing too sucking?"

After Chen Wei entered the kitchen, he removed the arrogance and perverse disguise. In fact, he was not a sarcastic person, but a person who was extremely lazy. Except for those who he thought were worthy of intercourse, he ignored the rest and even owed ordinary business greetings. Therefore, over time, his reputation and popularity were not good.

But for some reason, this guy who has been unknown in the kitchen was able to catch the "eye" of Chen Wei, a arrogant person.

After hearing what the guy said, Chen Wei chuckled softly: "I haven't seen Dahei for a long time. I didn't expect that Dahei's appetite will be tricked by you again. I think I'm so hungry..."

The chef directly interrupted Chen Wei's thoughts and asked back, "Are you injured?"

Chen Wei shook his head disdainfully: "What a joke? Just that little mistress can hurt me?"

The chef shook his head and smiled, without opening his mouth to expose Chen Wei's tough words.

After a long time, Chen Wei sighed softly, slowly untied his clothes, revealing a three-inch wound on his abdomen. The wound was not deep, and he had already done a simple treatment. Chen Wei shook his head and said slowly: "Even if it is in Luoyun City, I am still careless. I didn't expect that there was a more powerful mist next to the cliff. I was careless before, but I didn't expect that everything was gone and I was bitten by someone. Fortunately, the wound was not big. This man really couldn't live a comfortable life. He only ate and drank every day in this Ma Mansion, and his kung fu was not down, but the overall level was not as good as before."

After hearing this, the man actually sneered twice, and said with a sarcastic sarcasm: "Whether you want to hide your weakness or betrayal, go find Mr. Ma, what's the use of finding me, an old man, who is bitter? Mr. Chen, don't think I don't know. You won't lose money even if you are beaten to death. No matter how big your head is, you will definitely slip faster than a rabbit if you smell a little danger!"

After the lie was exposed by the chef again, Chen Wei still had a negative look on his face, and he still had a hilarious smile, like a good old man without temper. After rubbing his hands, he said slowly and orderly: "Oh, don't you plan to rehearse before going to the stage. Who would have thought that you would be exposed this time? It's worthy of being the Dinghai Shen Needle in our Ma Mansion. There is nothing you can't see through."

"Don't you let me put a high hat on me!" The guy had a rare slight emotional fluctuation, as if he was extremely sensitive to Chen Wei's compliment. After glaring at Chen Wei fiercely, he stood up and wiped his hands on the greasy apron, gently lifted the lid of the pot, and the snow-white and misty pot air immediately emerged.

Chen Wei shook his nose twice, and an excited look emerged in his eyes. He rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "It smells so good! It smells so good! Lao Gao, your skills are really unspeakable. Even if one day you don't want to work in this Ma Mansion, you will be able to make money every day when you go out to open a restaurant!"

The chef, known as Lao Gao, smiled perfunctorily and held a huge enamel bowl and scooped the fragrant meat slices of soup, while slowly saying: "I know you will definitely not change your clothes. Get out and wash your hands first. I guess you will have to ask you out before you finish this bowl of soup."

Chen Wei washed the slightly dry blood stains on his hands with soapcorns. After sitting back on the bamboo chair, he said, "Let's say, Lao Gao, I just praised you and you were not happy. Let's be honest, besides my craft, who else is willing to eat what you cooked? If I was called away before I finished eating, wouldn't your pot of meat soup be wasted? Although your craft is not good, these big fat meat slices are innocent, right?"

Lao Gao handed the enamel bowl and spoon to Chen Wei, and said angrily: "No one can eat it, can't I feed Dahei?"

"Huh... Dahei... I am so fat and fattened by you! It looks... not like a dog... but like a big black pig!" Chen Wei mocked Lao Gao's craftsmanship intermittently, while taking the spoon and sucking the meat soup in the enamel bowl. The meat soup was just out of the pot for a while, and it was really steaming. Chen Wei grinned, but after he blew it in big mouth, he immediately started to feast on the hot.

To be fair, the meat slice soup made by Lao Gao is not delicious, but it is not unpalatable. At least the ingredients are clean, the seasonings are added just right, and the heat is also good. With these three, any chef can make a dish that is not unpalatable. Lao Gao never stings when cooking. The best wild boar tenderloin must be put into the pot. Regardless of whether anyone eats it or not, the momentum of this top chef is really necessary.

Chen Wei sucked and ate the plump meat soup in the enamel bowl, sweat slowly oozing out from his forehead, and the blood on the head of the person under his feet had slowly condensed, but his eyes were still silently looking at the sky, as if he wanted to express his grudges.

The chef Lao Gao then closed the lid on the pot, and stared at the enamel bowl in Chen Wei's hand while adding firewood to the stove. He watched the slices of meat and soup inside go down at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although he didn't say it, the look of relief in his eyes slowly emerged.

When I ate the meat sliced ​​soup in this enamel bowl for more than half, Chen Wei slowly slowed down his eating rate.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhou Shu's figure appeared at the door of the kitchen.

Zhou Shu still regarded Chen Wei as his own person. After seeing Chen Wei, he did not deliberately greet him. Instead, he said hello with a serious expression and called Chen Wei out.

Chen Wei put down the enamel bowl in his hand, and was extremely unpretentious. He wiped the oil stains on the back of his hand and stood up, gently kicked the head of the person under the kick, and walked out with Zhou Shu.
Chapter completed!