Chapter 72 (2/2)

The boss was so frightened that he took a few steps back: ”I kept these for business.”

”Selling it to me is also a business. I'm not a guest? ” Zhao Kun approached him: ”if you don't cook it for me, I'll eat it myself.”

The shopkeeper, a man in his forties, was almost crying: ”Sir, I'm afraid of you. I'll give you the money back. Go back. ”

”I don't want money. Cluck, I eat as much as I want. My mother gave you money. ” Zhao Kun went to the stove and looked at the raw pork stuffing that had not been processed. He grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating up a large pot of raw stuffing, I ate fermented noodles. Finally, after swallowing more than 100 kilograms of ingredients, he turned slowly towards the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper had long been scared to hide aside and didn't hum.

”Boss, do you have anything to eat?” Asked Zhao Kun.

”No, really No. Even if you give me salt, what else can I have left in my shop except my old bone. ” With that, the shopkeeper wanted to slap himself in the face. What do you say? Say you're an old bone. Who knows if bones are attractive to hungry people.

Why don't you change your smelly mouth.

Sure enough, Zhao Kun heard three words of old bone. I stared at the shopkeeper thoughtfully.

The shopkeeper only felt his hair stand on end. He shrank back again and again. Zhao Kun's face still couldn't be seen clearly in the light. But Zhao Kun suddenly licked his lips. For a moment, he saw Zhao Kun's tongue.

It's not an illusion. Zhao Kun's tongue is thick and wet like a slug, and it's very dark, as if it was coated with ink. The human tongue can never look like this.

In front of Zhao Kun, what is hard to come true is the hungry ghost climbing out of hell!

The shopkeeper felt he was going crazy! What's going on? Although he's not a good man all his life, he's not bad. I've been a breakfast shop owner for decades. I've never cheated anyone, and I use all the real materials. You shouldn't be approached by starving ghosts.

What's the problem!

”Hungry, so hungry.” Zhao Kun, hidden under his hat, has bright eyes. He had no other reaction, but sat back on the stool and kept crying hungry.

The boss patted his heart and felt a little relieved. Although Zhao Kun was a little scary and eccentric, he showed no sign of attacking people. He went to the back kitchen and took some inventory. After Zhao Kun finished eating, he seemed to be full at last. He sat quietly without any reaction.

Like he's dead.

Today's shop can't be opened. Zhao Kun ate thousands of yuan, but Aunt Wang didn't give enough. The shopkeeper thought that he must ask Aunt Wang for more.

In short, there was nothing to do. The idle and boring shopkeeper brushed his mobile phone and stole a few glances at Zhao Kun from time to time. The strange man kept a motionless posture for a long time. His body deeply hidden under his clothes and hats made the boss unable to see Zhao Kun's face. But the boss always felt that Zhao Kun was secretly staring at himself.