Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The layer upon layer of taste explodes on the taste buds on the tip of the tongue, which is simply irresistible.

"It's the first time I know that pig intestines can do this."

A diner couldn't help being amazed. He had eaten all three Michelin stars, but he had never tasted such a delicious dish.

"Wrong, this is not pig intestines, it's...bear intestines."

Zhao Ke gently wiped off the oil stains on the blade with a damp cloth, and at the same time corrected what the other party said was wrong.

"I see. I used to think that the price of this store was indeed a bit expensive, but now... it's worth the money."

Hearing Zhao Ke's explanation, the four diners suddenly realized, but they didn't bother to ask about the origin of the bear intestines.

For them, this dinner was more joyful than any other banquet they had attended before. This was not a party, but more like a kind of enjoyment, from sight to taste.

Zhao Ke's red wine intestines burst out with different levels of taste, which is amazing and at the same time a feast on the tip of the tongue, as if they are participating in a grand celebration, which makes them feel happy.

The banquet lasted until three o'clock in the morning as usual, and the four diners left with satisfaction on their faces. Everyone was trembling, wishing to find a wife and fight for [-] rounds as soon as they got home.

I cleaned up the dining table and took stock of the remaining ingredients. The fresh ingredients purchased today can only be stored for three days, but now that there is a stamp album, it will be different.

Transformed into the stamp album, these ingredients are completely frozen inside and will never rot, which is a function that the refrigerator does not have.

After tidying up, Zhao Ke lay on the chair, took out the silver cigarette case from his arms, took out a cigarette, put it under the bridge of his nose and sniffed it gently.

At this time, Zhao Ke heard the sound of a tricycle outside the door, raised his brows, and said in his heart: "It's Lao Zhang."

Looking at the time, it was already four o'clock in the morning, and it was still at this point.

As mentioned earlier, there is a vegetable farmer in Zhao Ke who is responsible for delivering vegetables, and he comes to deliver vegetables at this point every day.

However, there was a heavy rain a few days ago, and the vegetable farmer who was sent here every day hadn’t come to deliver food for a few days. Today, when the weather cleared, he still rushed here according to this point, and he was considered punctual when he arrived.

But Zhao Ke already planned to return all future orders of Lao Zhang.

Perhaps the heavy rain was the reason why Lao Zhang couldn't come these days, but for Zhao Ke, these were not among his considerations.

"Jingle Bell……"

Not long after, the bell hanging on the door rang, and a very loud voice was heard: "Hi, I'm here to deliver food."

"You? Where's Lao Zhang?"

Zhao Ke heard the sound and took a look. The young guy standing at the door in front of him probably looked like 23, but he looked somewhat similar to Lao Zhang. He stood at the entrance and didn't walk in.

Hearing Zhao Ke asking Lao Zhang, the young man's expression darkened for a moment, and the corners of his eyes suddenly became moist: "Four days ago, there was a heavy rainstorm, and my dad was pushing a cart to deliver food, but was hit by a big truck, because The rain was too heavy, and the surveillance camera couldn't see the license plate number clearly, so...the driver who caused the accident has no news yet."

As the young man said, he took out a note from his pocket. The note was already crumpled and stained with blood.

"This is the dish my dad asked me to deliver here when he was dying. By the way, I would like to apologize to you. He will not be able to come here in the future."

Zhao Ke took the note and looked at it, and sure enough, it was the menu he had written to Lao Zhang before, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

The acquaintance is not short. Zhao Ke has a good impression of Lao Zhang, but he didn't expect it to disappear like this.

Looking back at the young man whose face was covered with tears, Zhao Ke nodded and said, "Are you here to deliver food in the future?"

"Well, I'll deliver it, and I promise to deliver it on time every day. Don't worry about my food, it will never be just for the price." The young man patted his chest and assured Zhao Ke.

It's just that after he finished speaking, he couldn't help but growl in his stomach, which made the young man feel a little embarrassed. It was the first time he got up so early to deliver food, and he didn't even eat breakfast because he was afraid of delaying time.

Zhao Ke looked at the bloody note on his hand, and asked the young man's name. After learning that the young man was called Zhang Lei, Zhao Ke nodded and asked him to bring in the food.

"it is good!"

After all, Zhang Lei was young, with quick hands and feet, and baskets of vegetables were neatly put into the back kitchen by Zhang Lei. After Zhang Lei finished his work, he could smell a fragrance as soon as he walked out, making his stomach even hungrier.

Zhao Ke waved his hand, motioning for Zhang Lei to sit down.

"Beep beep..."

A serving of noodles was boiled in the soup pot. Zhao Ke made two sugar-coated eggs, put them in a bowl, a little green onion, a spoonful of soy sauce, a spoonful of white vinegar, and a little seasoning. After the noodles were cooked, serve them with soup. in a bowl.

"It's dark and windy, it's not good to be hungry."

Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him, Zhang Lei's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help sobbing.

Holding the bowl of noodles, he stuffed them into his mouth mouthful, tears, snot, and Zhang Lei didn't bother to wipe them off.

He can no longer taste what it tastes like, but he knows that this is the most heart-warming bowl of noodles he has ever eaten in his life.

……

At noon of the next day, Zhao Ke woke up from his sleep and was lying in a dark coffin. Zhao Ke reached out to call out the stamp album and flipped through the exchange list on the last page.

The page opened, and a line of bright red blood words appeared in front of Zhao Ke, "The next package will arrive in three days, please pay attention to check it."

Chapter 19 The Return of the Package

The blood in front of him quickly disappeared, but Zhao Ke noticed that the countdown on the upper left corner of the stamp album had already started.

"Three days!"

Looking at the countdown in the upper left corner, Zhao Ke lay quietly in the coffin, unable to tell whether it was fear or excitement, there was a kind of nervousness about going far away, but also a little bit of anticipation.

Take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. Of course, you have to make good use of the three days of preparation time.

But before that, I need to confirm some things. Zhao Ke crawled out of the coffin and took out his mobile phone from the closet at hand.

According to the number Qi Liang called out in memory, he quickly dialed it.

"Beep...beep...hey, that one." The loud and powerful voice made it clear that it was Qi Liang.

"Me! Is the injury on my leg healed?"

Qi Liang didn't understand at first, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, he subconsciously touched his thigh. In fact, when they came out of the horror space, all the injuries on their bodies had disappeared.

And there is only one person who only knows the wound on his thigh, and that is him!Thinking of Zhao Ke's figure, Qi Liang was startled and said, "It's you!"

"Well, I thought you wouldn't call me. Let me tell you, did you open that package? I opened it. Guess what, I got a stamp album, a magical stamp album, And stamps..."

Qi Liang was pleasantly surprised by Zhao Ke's phone call, and immediately began to share his gains after returning to reality.

Although Zhao Ke stabbed his thigh and even witnessed Zhao Ke killing someone, Qi Liang thought that Zhao Ke was a good person, but his methods were too extreme.

Zhao Ke heard a lot from Qi Liang, and it turned out that he also got Xiong Er's stamp, but the stamp Xiong Er got was not a special stamp, but an ordinary stamp with a denomination of 7 cents.

He won 3 points for the picture of Mrs. Xiong Er. As for Wang Xiaochang and Zhou Shun, Qi Liang did not mention it. Zhao Ke guessed that these two were killed by himself alone, and Qi Liang did not participate. Obviously Not associated with him.