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The chef froze in place again, thinking that Tang Bohu would say something scary.

Who knew, the young man spoke slowly.

"I have no money."

"Pfft! You're so fierce without money?!" The chef cursed in his heart when he heard that sentence.

Of course, this is what he dared to say in his heart.

But for the chef, Tang Bohu, as one of his few guests, is quite cherished by him. After all, there are not many people in this small restaurant. If a person likes to eat your food, then for a chef, It is a kind of recognition for him.

Even if you don't have money, it's just money for a meal. Besides, Tang Bohu doesn't look easy to mess with, and he is not a short-hearted man. This person looks so scary. If he rejects him, he might not know what to do. Invite him to a meal, follow his order, and probably save a lot of trouble.

"It's okay, I don't need your money." After speaking, the chef entered the kitchen.

Afterwards, Tang Bohu sat at the dining table, staring fixedly at the kitchen which was separated by a curtain. At this moment, he almost collapsed.

Tang Bohu's stomach couldn't stop growling when he smelled the ingredients wafting from the kitchen.

If it wasn't too noisy in the kitchen, the chef could hear it in the kitchen, and the sound of being too hungry in the hall outside.

When the chef came out with a plate of fried rice and put it on the table where Tang Bohu was, he stood there and stared at him with a smile.

And Tang Bohu's attention was no longer on the chef, he was engrossed in staring at the plate of fried rice in front of him that seemed to still be emitting a golden light, smelling the smell of rice on it, swallowed a few times, and immediately took a spoon and ate it stand up.

The chef stood aside and watched, watching Tang Bohu eat several mouthfuls at once, and the way he devoured it, made the chef really think, could it be that he did a good job this time?
"Is it delicious?" The chef stood aside and asked a little excitedly.

Tang Bohu nodded straight, but didn't speak, and continued to eat fried rice with big mouthfuls.

In the end, there was a big plate of fried rice, and there was not a single grain left.

The chef even felt that he didn't have to wash the dishes for a while, it was too clean...

Tang Bohu also looked full.

In fact, it's not that the food here is delicious, but because this is the only full meal Tang Bohu has had in the past three days.

There is no delicious or bad meal, if you starve for three days, then everything will taste delicious.

But of course the chef didn't know this, and thought that his skills had really improved. Looking at Tang Bohu, he was so excited that he almost cried.

After that, Tang Bohu stood up and looked at the chef again. Although he didn't say a word, he understood everything. His eyes were expressing his gratitude to the chef.

Holding the black sack wrapped in a not-so-round sphere again, he stood up and left here.

After Tang Bohu was gone, the chef hurried back to the kitchen with the dishes.

He was still wondering what exactly did Tang Bohu take?
Even now, he still doesn't know what happened to him when he met Tang Bohu for the first time...

And Tang Bohu took the black sack and walked slowly on the quiet street.

At that time, the law and order were not particularly good. At night, there were no people on the street.

The lanterns hanging at the entrances of the surrounding houses emitted a faint red light.

Only then did Tang Bohu remember that today is New Year's Eve.

But to him, it doesn't matter anymore.

And what he is holding in his hand is his "masterpiece" these days.

What was contained in the sack was a human head.

It belonged to the well-known black boss in the city at that time, but now, there is no such person.

Tang Bohu was instigated by someone to take his head.

This can be regarded as Tang Bohu's first pot of gold earned on this road...

For Tang Bohu at that time, the money exchanged for this thing must have been a huge sum of money that he could not spend in this life.

It was from that day that Tang Bohu's name was gradually known to everyone in this city.

And his hard work in the past few days has not only brought him a large sum of money, but also a position that no one in the "guild" at that time could shake.

The next day, Tang Bohu went to the restaurant last night again.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it wasn't for that plate of fried rice, Tang Bohu might have starved to death somewhere in the city while holding that human head.

For Tang Bohu at that time, at least, he was still a man of flesh and blood who knew how to repay kindness.

Although seeing Tang Bohu again today, the chef was surprised, this man looks much better than yesterday, his clothes are much more serious, and he looks more energetic. Most importantly, he looked at his Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently.

"Boss, bring me another fried rice." Tang Bohu said, and sat down at the same table as yesterday.

The chef immediately returned to the kitchen and got busy.

Although even Tang Bohu knew that the food here was not delicious compared to other places, but as long as it could fill the stomach and keep people from starving, it would be enough.

When he saw the familiar hot fried rice again, Tang Bohu picked up the spoon and moved again.

Only then did the chef realize that the young man in front of him, who was about the same age as him, was much more energetic and energetic than yesterday, but the only thing that was exactly the same as yesterday was the way he ate...

The way he devoured it made the chef very moved, because he also ate a fried rice made by himself at noon, and the result was still the same as before, very average, more average and more average.

At this time, there were only two people in the restaurant.

Suddenly, the door of the restaurant was pushed open again.

The chef thought it was so late and there were other guests, so he rushed to greet him.

As a result, when he saw the person coming from the door, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"You...why are you here again?..." The chef looked at the person at the door and stammered.

"Nonsense, do you still want to work in this area without paying special money? Hurry up today, be quick, take out the money, and don't be beaten like last time to be honest." Several men at the door, the leader said. Then, he walked straight to the bar.

"I... I really can't afford it... As you can see, the business of my shop is not good at all." The chef was about to cry, and followed behind several people, refuting helplessly.

"Stop talking nonsense." The other person said, turned around and kicked the chef directly.

This kick kicked the chef two meters away.

The chef fell to the ground and coughed violently several times.

This man... How can he be so strong? ...

The cook's hands are used for cooking, and it's really not good to put them on other things.

Such as fighting.

The last time it was just a few of them, the chef who beat him had no power to fight back. In the end, he robbed more than half of the money in the shop. If they didn't see it, the chef couldn't even afford the ingredients.

Fortunately, the chef had a mind and hid the money again this time.

Those people rummaged in the bar for a long time without seeing a penny, and then turned their heads with anger and stared at the chef.

This look, looking at the chef, seemed to be an invisible threat.

But the chef has also made up his mind. This time, he really can't give up his hard-earned money to others, otherwise how can he survive in this city...