Although the female shopkeeper was able to handle the dishes with ease, she was eaten a lot of tofu in half a push, and she finally got out and passed the dishes to the back.
When he entered the kitchen, his expression suddenly changed, "What bad luck!"
The swarthy man didn't expect that there would be official officials passing by tonight, so he was really in trouble.
If we don't go as planned tonight, those five people will have to check out and leave tomorrow, and they will miss out on this business.
But if we take action, there are so many agents here, exposing them will not be worth the loss.
The female shopkeeper was obviously in charge of military affairs, and she thought of a countermeasure after a while, "They are all lustful people, with nothing to fear! Make some more meat and vegetables for them, and I will personally go into battle and drink with them!"
When they are almost drunk, put some sweat medicine in the wine and keep them asleep until noon tomorrow without waking them up!
…
"Come on, come on! Drink!"
"The boss lady will accompany you to drink in person, ouch! Drink! You must drink!"
"Let's drink tonight! We won't go home until we get drunk!"
"Good wine! Good food! Fragrant!"
"..."
The lobby downstairs was noisy, wine jars were rolling on the floor, hands were being slapped on the table, dirty jokes were coming out one after another, and women were laughing. You didn't have to look at it to know what it was like.
In comparison, the room at the stairwell on the second floor is much quieter.
The two of them sat in front of the round table, listening to the noise downstairs. Aling's expression changed several times, and finally he lay down at the window and vomited violently.
I vomited until the gall water almost came out and there was nothing more to vomit, so I sat back down with a miserable look on my face.
"You might as well tell me tomorrow!"
"It's better now. My stomach is completely empty. I'm hungry!"
Anything else will do. Going to bed hungry is the most painful thing in the world.
It’s just that I’m hungry. If I’m so hungry that I can’t sleep, I’ll definitely want to eat. When I want to eat, I’ll definitely think of tonight’s big meat buns.
No more!
vomit!
Aling, who vomited some gall water again, looked disgusted and waved his hands repeatedly: "I swear I will never eat meat buns again in my life!"
Song Qiu only took one bite to taste the taste, but luckily she didn't swallow it. She felt nauseated, but it was okay. She saw A Ling's face turning pale after vomiting, and quickly poured her a glass of water to rinse her mouth.
He said helplessly: "Uncle Du and the others can talk about it tomorrow, but you and I have to tell you today! In the dead of night, I want you to explore this Black Wind Inn at night to find out whether it is what I think.
!”
Opening an inn or a restaurant, anything related to selling food, is to serve people. It is perfect to make people feel happy and satisfied with eating.
As a cook, he opened a restaurant in his previous life and an inn in this life. Song Qiu could never accept that the kitchen, a sacred place for cooking, could have such dirty and disgusting things.
Therefore, if she doesn't figure it out clearly, she won't be able to get over the hurdle in her heart.
If she was wrong and that was not the case, then everyone would be happy.
But if that was what she thought, she couldn't turn a blind eye and ignore it.
Aling took a sip of water to wash away the taste in his mouth, and tried his best not to think about the meat bun, and then the nausea gradually subsided.
After hearing this, he nodded angrily and said: "In the world of rivers and lakes, murders and arson are not uncommon, and it is not uncommon for people to seek wealth and kill people. But in this Black Wind Inn, if people really care about human lives and use human flesh as food, then it will be terrible.
It is truly an unforgivable crime!”
It's hateful enough to kill innocent people, but to make meat buns with their meat for other innocent people to eat. It's so cruel and evil!
Ah Ling was so angry that she felt uncomfortable all over. She really couldn't find any more suitable words to describe this abominable thing!
She couldn't even control the ancient power in her body, and she wanted to pull out the soft sword from her waist and rush in to kill him.
But at least she still has sense. If she really kills people without knowing it clearly, then she is no different from a hateful and hateful person.
"I'll find out later whether it's a mule or a horse. Just pull it out and run around and you'll find out!"
…
The door downstairs was closed, and under the weak light, the noise gradually subsided. Seven or eight drunk people fell to the ground, including Captain Liu, whose faces were red but still conscious.
The female shopkeeper, whose face was also flushed and even more charming, was still drinking.
While drinking wine, he touched it up and down dishonestly.
The female shopkeeper was drunk and blurry, stumbling around among the people, but anyone with a discerning eye would definitely see that she staggered back and dodged the hands that wanted to reach into her clothes.
You are not drunk when you are drunk. My aunt is said to be able to drink a thousand cups.
But the others got drunk after just a few bowls of wine. The remaining ones were still fussing about whether they wanted to be drunk or not. The female shopkeeper was also a little impatient. She looked up and saw that the lights upstairs had been extinguished and it was completely dark, so she hurriedly asked the little girl
Er winked.
The waiter understood, and the next jar of wine that was brought up already had some ingredients in it.
One bowl per person, boom, boom, boom, a slice was poured out in response.
The drunken female shopkeeper suddenly became sober. She put the wine bowl in her hand on the table, with a dark light floating in her eyes. "The poor men are all drunk. Please just sleep here. Let's clean up and take a rest."
Let’s go!”
"Okay!" the waiter responded.
After a while, the lights in the lobby went out, and just like upstairs, it was pitch black and silent, except for the snoring and snoring.
A quarter of an hour later, in the darkness, four figures crept up the stairs.
Some people hold ropes in their hands, some people hold a few smoke sticks in their hands, and some people carry large knives on their shoulders.
This was their home court. It was as if there were eyes in the darkness. They could see clearly and walked straight to the two rooms.
One, two, three, a hole was made in the window paper, and the smoke was about to blow inside.
Suddenly, a gust of wind seemed to blow.
The twins felt a chill on their necks, and the next moment, there was pain in the back of their heads, and they heard a thud as they fell to the ground.
The two black figures standing side by side at the back heard the sound of falling to the ground, shouted that it was bad, and rushed forward with knives.
In the darkness, there was a burst of chaos, and the sound of swords clashing was unusually clear.
The sound of fighting lasted for less than half a quarter of an hour from start to finish. After two muffled groans, it finally fell silent.
After a moment, a flame slowly ignited in the darkness. The flame danced as he pushed the door open and entered the room, falling on the oil lamp in the room.
Then the whole room lit up and everything in the room was clearly visible.
"Sure enough, it's a shady shop! A few young people actually wanted to smoke smoke! If they really do it, we won't know whose mouth is the meat tomorrow!"
Aling put the soft sword back to his waist and snorted coldly, "Look what kind of evil ghosts these scum are!" He turned around and walked back.
Song Qiu, who had been sitting quietly at the table, stood up, quickly picked up the lamp holder and followed Aling to the door.
There was also movement in the room next to it. Du Chuanfu opened the door and came out, taking the lamp from Song Qiu's hand to illuminate the things in the corridor.
I saw the waiter lying under the window, and another one with the same appearance on the other side of the window. At the corner behind, the female shopkeeper and a big man were lying on the ground, with blood still oozing from the wounds on their bodies.
"Dead?" Song Qiu asked.
Aling shook his head, "No! I fainted from the shooting!"