It was really strange. The boss hesitated carefully and was right. He had given money. In any case, this was a business. Whether he could finish eating or not was the final decision. He immediately put two large steamers on the pot to steam the buns. Then he cooked half a pound of wide noodles in the pot on the side, thinking that this should be enough.
The noodles were ready without much effort. After putting in the fragrant meat sauce, they brought it to Zhao Kun. Zhao Kun pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube and started eating slowly.
The boss suddenly felt that Zhao Kun was eating noodles very strange, and it made people uncomfortable no matter how he looked. After secretly looking at it several times, the boss finally understood where the uncomfortable feeling came from.
Most people have to bow their heads when eating noodles, but Zhao Kun doesn't. He pushed the stool with his butt, half-squatted down, and let his mouth and the noodle bowl be on the same line. After that, he doesn't care whether it's hot or not, and snatch his face to his mouth. This guy is really hungry.
In order to save money, the shop owner did not turn on the lights. Under the dim light, he always felt that Zhao Kun's open mouth was as dark as a black hole, and his teeth and tongue were all black.
Alchemy, or did you see it wrong?
The boss rubbed his eyes, and then suddenly widened. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Kun actually ate half a pound of noodles and even drank the soup. He obviously ate so slowly, and his posture was very awkward.
Zhao Kun sat down again, and he sat on the bench with his waist straight. The more he looked at the breakfast shop owner, the more he looked like he was raising his head when he was a child, so he looked down to avoid the bleeding from his nose.
‘Aunt Wang told me not to call her son nodded. Could it be that this person’s head was really injured?’ The boss thought.
After eating the noodles, Zhao Kun still called hungry. The boss gave him some side dishes. But the side dishes were useless at all. Zhao Kun moaned in hunger and kept gurgling from his stomach. The sound was like a starving ghost running out of hell and gasping for breath.
After finally struggling for half an hour, two large meat buns were finally steamed. The boss breathed a sigh of relief. If this continues, he will not be able to open the door today. Zhao Kun ate all the side dishes that he could eat, and he had no food left, and he even opened a nonsense shop.
"Give it, your two cages of buns." The boss picked up a large plate of buns and gave them to him.
"It's not enough, take it all over. Take it all together." Zhao Kun shouted while holding the buns in his hand. He was not afraid of being hot. The surface temperature of the steamed buns was at least seventy degrees. He grabbed them and stuffed them into his mouth.
A bun is just a bite, and you don’t chew it, just swallow it. The owner of the shop looked straight. After opening a breakfast shop for decades, it was the first time he saw others eating so heroic. Generally, people will feel happy when they swallow things with big mouthfuls. Therefore, food broadcasts have become popular in recent years.
But looking at Zhao Kun's food, his starving ghost's appearance and ugly eating habits will only make the boss's back feel cold.
Zhao Kun held the steamer in both hands, afraid that others would grab food from him. He kept eating and eating, never stopped. More than 20 kilograms of buns, half a kilogram of noodles and ten kilograms of side dishes he had just eaten. The boss looked at his little body and couldn't understand where the food that was almost one-third of his weight went.
If it is because of physical condition, this person's belly does not bulge!
The boss suddenly felt a little scared. It was still early in the evening. Could it be that he really encountered a starving ghost?
"It's not enough, boss, is there anything to eat?" Zhao Kun looked at the two empty steamers, and could not see any expression under his covered face.
But the boss was so scared: "It's gone, I'll give you food. Do I still want to do business? Go home quickly."
"My mother gave the money and ate your little bit. Isn't there any buns there? Steam them all for me." Zhao Kun smashed his tongue and stood up.
The boss was so scared that he took a few steps back: "I kept these things open to do business."
"Selling it to me is also doing business. I'm not a customer?" Zhao Kun approached him: "If you don't make it for me, I'll eat it myself."
The shop owner, an old man in his forties, was almost scared to tears: "Uncle, I'm afraid of you. I'll return the money to you, you can go back."
"I don't want money. Hey, how much I eat, my mother has given you money." Zhao Kun walked to the stove, looked at the raw pork filling without finishing, and reached out and grabbed a handful of it, stuffed it into his mouth.
After eating up a large pot of raw stuffing, he ate the fermented noodles again. Finally, after swallowing more than 100 kilograms of ingredients, he slowly turned his face to the store owner.
The shop owner had been scared and hid aside, saying no.
"Boss, do you have anything to eat?" Zhao Kun asked.
"It's gone, it's really gone. Even you have eaten salt for me. What else can I have left in my store except my old bones?" After saying that, the store owner wanted to slap himself twice. What's wrong with saying that he's an old bone. Who knows whether the bones are attractive to hungry people?
Why don’t you change your stinky mouth?
Sure enough, when Zhao Kun heard the three words "Old Bones" and stared at the store owner thoughtfully.
The shop owner felt creepy and he shrank back repeatedly. Under the light, he still couldn't see Zhao Kun's face clearly. But Zhao Kun suddenly licked his lips. In an instant, he saw Zhao Kun's tongue.
It was not an illusion. Zhao Kun's tongue slug seemed thick and wet, and it was extremely dark, as if it was coated with ink. It was absolutely impossible for human tongue to look like this.
Zhao Kun in front of him, could it be that he was really a starving ghost crawling out of hell!
The shop owner felt like he was going crazy! What was going on? Although he was not a good person in his life, he was not bad either. He worked diligently for decades and never cheated anyone. He used all the real materials. He shouldn't have been to starving ghosts.
What exactly is the problem!
"Hungry, hungry, so hungry." Zhao Kun, who was hiding under the hat, had his eyes glowing. He had no other reaction, but instead sat back on the stool and kept calling him hungry.
The boss patted his heart and felt a little relieved. Although Zhao Kun was a little creepy and his behavior was strange, there was no sign of attacking people. He went to the kitchen and brought some inventory. After Zhao Kun finished eating, he seemed to be full. He sat quietly without any reaction.
It seems like it's dead.
Today's store will definitely not be able to open. Zhao Kun ate several thousand yuan for himself, but the little that Aunt Wang gave was not enough. The store owner thought that he must ask Aunt Wang for another order.
In short, there is nothing to do. The boring shop owner brushed his phone and glanced at Zhao Kun from time to time. This weird guy kept his motionless posture for a long time, and his body hidden under his clothes made the boss unable to see Zhao Kun's appearance. But the boss always felt that Zhao Kun was also staring at him secretly.
Chapter completed!