When the bloody setting sun shone across the earth, the old warehouse compound became more and more lively.
At this time, the warehouse that served as a dormitory was already filled with candles. Circles of dim candlelight blended together, making the originally dark warehouse become bright.
Everyone is also gathered in the warehouse, dozens of people, divided into piles, chatting about the mountains and making dumplings, and it is lively and lively like the Chinese New Year.
Looking at the red and white pork and scallion stuffing and the snow-white flour in the basin, the guys who had been vegetarians for who knows how long could hardly stop salivating.
"This face is so white! She must be a super rich and powerful fan!"
"Do you even need to say that? Can the things Master Chu made be any worse?"
"To be honest, women's breasts are white!"
"Hehe, it's still soft!"
"Hey hey hey!"
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When gentlemen gather together, they chat like this. Within three sentences, it's all about women.
"A bunch of uncooked melons and eggs, girls, girls, have you ever touched a girl's breasts every day?"
As a legendary veteran, Chu Heng sneered and cast kingly contempt at them. He immediately placed a freshly wrapped dumpling on a board covered with kraft paper. He stood up and glanced at the people in the room, then raised his hand to look at the time.
He frowned and asked a younger brother next to him: "Where is Wan Xiaotian's grandson?"
The boy quickly put down the rolling pin in his hand and replied: "Brother Tian went to the countryside today, I guess he will come back later."
Having said this, the younger brother glanced at the nine guys standing with bricks against the wall, hesitated for a moment, and then said bravely: "Master Chu, Brother Tian has been running around all day long since he came to the big city.
, Zhener Zhener has tried his best, those few people..."
"Roll out your dumpling wrappers." Chu Heng gave him a dull look and stopped what he was saying. He then took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and walked slowly outside the warehouse, ready to go out for some air.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Cen Hao and a few people rushing towards this end on a cart. There were also three large jars on the cart. The strong aroma of wine could be smelled from a distance.
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When he came closer, Chu Heng smiled and took out the smoke and dispersed it in a circle. Even the master pulling the cart got one.
"Brothers, thank you for your hard work."
"Hey, this kind of hard work should be done a few more times!" Cen Hao walked over with a smile, took out a small pile of scattered banknotes from his body and gave it to him: "It cost sixty-three to buy wine, three
The deposit for the jar is thirty, and I will send it back for a refund when I use it later."
"Take it." Chu Heng didn't answer it and stuffed it back generously. Then he rolled up his sleeves and followed them to move the wine from the car together.
The truck driver, who had long heard that a group of outsiders had come here, couldn't help but feel curious. He took advantage of this gap to sneak up to the door and take a look inside the warehouse.
Good guy!
I almost peeed in fear of this old master!
I saw an empty room, with dim yellow candlelight flickering. More than 200 big-bodied men were shouting, laughing and cursing inside. There were even a few shirtless people wrestling in the middle of the room. Under the crowds around them,
Amid the cheers, the atmosphere was a bit like that of a bandit den in the early years.
Zheng Jun, who was standing at the door watching the excitement, felt someone coming in and subconsciously turned his head to look.
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This guy is considered a well-known gangster in the big city, especially the birthmark on his face, which is really fresh in people's memory. When the old master saw that he was actually a big gangster in the city, his expression suddenly changed, and he was panicking.
After returning the money, he quickly left the place where he was having trouble after receiving the money.
Even the famous Zheng Jun can only be a pushover among this group of foreigners. There is no way he can provoke them!
But Chu Heng and others were completely unaware of this. After moving several jars of wine into the house, they ran to make dumplings.
Around 6:30, the dumplings were basically wrapped, and Wan Xiaotian, who had gone to the countryside, came back just at this time.
When he entered the house, he saw about a hundred people suddenly appearing inside and snow-white dumplings almost filling the room. He stood at the door and couldn't help but was stunned. Just when he was about to post a message, a sharp-eyed boy spotted him first and hurriedly got up and ran.
He came over and told him everything that happened after Chu Heng arrived.
"Damn it!"
When Wan Xiaotian learned about it, he was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth. He glared fiercely at the grandson who was still standing against the wall, wishing he could eat his flesh and drink his blood!
Since he arrived in the big city, he has gone out early and returned late every day, working diligently in order to show his face in front of Chu Heng and gain important positions.
Unexpectedly, he worked very hard and was about to return victorious, but those boys stabbed him in the back, causing his victory to collapse.
To be honest, if it weren't for murder, he would really want to dig a hole and bury those guys!
"Why!"
Wan Xiaotian looked away from the goods with a sullen face, turned his head and glanced at Chu Heng who was sitting at the end, sighed sadly, walked into the crowd tremblingly, and finally came to the front of his boss.
Stand still.
"Chu...Master Chu!"
Chu Heng, who had noticed this guy for a long time, raised his head and squinted at him. He had a sparse beard, messy hair, and was much thinner. He looked like he was suffering a lot.
"Did you hear that?"
Chu Heng asked calmly.
Wan Xiaotian looked bitter and said: "I heard that I went out early and came back late during this period. It was indeed my negligence..."
Chu Heng didn't give him a chance to explain. He raised his finger and pointed at the goods, and said in a cold voice: "Get over here and stand still!"
"Sigh." Wan Xiaotian, who was familiar with his character, didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. He lowered his head feebly and walked over honestly.
At this time, everyone stopped playing and looked at each other. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere was slightly depressed.
Seeing this, Chu Heng stood up and shouted with a smile: "Mother Dute, aren't you hungry? Hurry up and cook the dumplings. Drink a few more glasses today to relax your muscles and bones!"
His words were like dropping a drop of water into a frying pan, causing the room to boil instantly. More than 300 people, who had been hungry for a long time, quickly stood up. Some brought dumplings to cook, while others took their own dumplings.
The rice bowls were washed and rinsed, and some even drunkards secretly went to the wine vat, ready to have a drink first to satisfy their cravings.
"Cook the dumplings, cook the dumplings!"
"Has the water boiled?"
"Get up and drive quickly, don't knock over the dumplings!"
"What the hell are you doing? Dinner hasn't started yet, put down the wine quickly!"
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The large pot was filled with steam, and in the boiling water that was constantly churning, snow-white dumplings with swollen bellies were floating one after another, like small ingots, which looked very pleasing to the eye.
Chu Heng stood by the pot wearing a scarf, holding a colander in his hand. He picked up a dumpling from the pot and put it into a basin held by a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old beside him. He said with a smile: "Try it quickly."
Taste it and see if it’s ripe.”
The boy, who had been greedy for a long time, hurriedly grabbed the dumplings with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth. It was hot and hissed: "Hiss, it's done! Fragrant! So fragrant!"
