"Beautiful boy, can you help me take out the rice cooker?"
The old lady in shrouds repeated it again.
"Can't you get it yourself?"
Liu Zheng used honorifics carefully.
"I'm old, my legs and feet are weak, and I can't lift my arms."
The old lady in shroud sighed.
"My old woman is pitiful. My son is not filial, my daughter-in-law is not filial, and my more than one hundred daughters are all white-eyed wolves."
As she spoke, she burst into tears.
Although I only heard crying but didn't see any tears.
More than a hundred daughters, you have taught yourself "Postpartum Care of Sows", right?
"Do all your daughters have a Di in their names?"
"Yes. Pretty boy, how did you know?"
The old lady in shroud asked.
"I know a little bit about folklore."
No wonder her son and daughter are unfilial.
More than a hundred Di Cai recruited the younger brother, but it was clear that one was unwilling to recruit him and the other was unwilling to come.
What kind of good thing can something that is done unwillingly be?
"No wonder, handsome boy, you look like a cultural person at first glance. You are good at work and handsome. You must be enthusiastic and qualified."
The old lady in the shroud said auspicious words.
Liu Zheng looked at the yellow vest on his body, and then looked at his very anthropomorphic face, and felt that Jiang was still good at it.
"Pretty boy, are you unwilling to help?"
The old lady's tone gradually became colder.
White hairs sprouted from her cheeks, looking like zombie hairs or mouse beards.
And her figure is more stooped, with a high bulge on her back, like a pregnant woman's belly.
"Help, I must help you with this!"
Liu Zheng said decisively.
"As a good young man of the new era, Bloodstained Restaurant's Outstanding Employee, Jiahe New Residence's Honorary Owner, how can I not help the strong and the weak?"
"Pretty boy, I have a bad memory and can't remember so many names."
"It's okay, just call me Cow-Horse."
he said kindly.
"Then Maverick, help me take out the rice cooker quickly. We are still waiting for it to cook at home."
The old lady in shrouds urged.
"It's not that I don't want to help, it's that I'm powerless."
Liu Zheng sighed.
"You have arms and legs, how come you are so powerless?"
The old lady in Shoyi was a little impatient.
"Don't lie to me, old lady. My son and daughter have lied to me, and you lie to me too. What's wrong with this world?"
"I can't live anymore. I can't live anymore. They don't want me to live."
Her words became increasingly slurred.
The long tongue stuck out, and the smelly saliva dripped on the ground drop by drop, corroding honeycomb-shaped holes.
And her nails began to grow longer, and the edges of the blue-black nails were as sharp as daggers.
"If you don't let me live, you don't want to live either!"
She screamed miserably, like an explosion after being wronged.
"Who wouldn't let you live?"
Liu Zheng said with a frown.
"If you don't help me pick up the rice cooker, you just don't want me to live."
"Please, handsome boy, please do it. Can't you do it if I kneel down for you?"
The old lady in shroud knelt down and crushed a few floor tiles.
"It's not that I don't want to help you, I really don't have the ability."
He said helplessly.
"You have so many tentacles, can't you just free up one and help me pick it up?"
The old lady in shroud asked.
As soon as she finished speaking, three sword lights immediately lit up.
Liu Zheng held Boning Knife in his mouth and cut off his last tentacle.
"No more now."
He spit out Boning Knife and said with a smile.
"Then don't you still have a mouth? You can pick it out."
The old lady in Shouti was stunned for a moment, then sneered.
Liu Zheng suddenly rushed towards the flower bed, and then hit his head hard against the corner.
His force was so strong that his mouth and chin were smashed.
Liu Zheng said nothing to the old lady in shroud clothes, but just raised her head.
The meaning is obvious.
"My mouth is gone."
Silence, the scene fell into a deathly silence.
"Hang Mao."
The old lady in shrouds looked at him deeply, straightened up and walked away with her hands behind her back.
"Fight with me, old guy, you're a little too young."
Liu Zheng thought proudly.
But after this experience, he also confirmed it.
There must be something wrong with this rice cooker.
Can't get it, can't get it.
Liu Zheng glanced at the trash can greedily, then walked in the direction of French Plane Tree.
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"I'm back."
He pushed open the resting door and shouted.
"You're right back. Why are you shouting?"
Cow-Horse, who was woken up, rubbed his eyes and said with an unhappy expression.
"Isn't this because I'm afraid of ruining your good plan, boss?"
Liu Zheng said with a smile.
"It would be the best thing if your kid doesn't come back."
Cow-Horse said angrily.
"If I don't come back, how can you run away?"
"Hmph, the Cow-Horse with Three Bamboo legs is hard to find. Isn't it hard to find the Deliveryman with two legs?"
" Just shout in Old District, and the applicants will come in a hurry."
Cow-Horse retorted.
"It's not that simple, right?"
Liu Zheng said dubiously.
If it were so simple, Cow-Horse would have only one of his subordinates?
Look at how many employees Kitchen has. Even if Delivery Department has a lower status, the gap will not be so big.
"You're such a tricky kid. It's really not that simple."
Cow-Horse admitted.
"People without civil rights are walking food when they walk on the street, even if they have the status of Bloodstained Restaurant employee."
"Then Old District people don't have citizenship rights?"
"Some have it, some don't. The vast majority of people with citizenship are also Fourth-Class Citizen."
Cow-Horse said.
"Are there still classes of citizens?"
Liu Zheng said in surprise.
"Ingredients are divided into grades, and so are the citizens."
"What kind of division is that?"
he asked.
"I can't tell you the specifics. Anyway, we belong to Third-Class Citizen, and we basically have the citizenship rights we should have."
"And your mistress should belong to Second-Class Citizen."
Cow-Horse thought for a while and said.
"Why?"
"Do you think ordering takeout only costs money?"
Cow-Horse sneered.
"If she wasn't a second-class citizen or above, you would have seen her at the staff meal if she looked the way she did."
"Oh."
A few first-class citizens have nothing to do with him, and Liu Zheng has no intention of taking her last name.
"You guys have caught quite a lot."
Cow-Horse finally saw the fish in the net bag.
"It's not fishing, it's picking up."
he explained.
"Pick it up? Where did you pick it up? I'll pick it up too."
"Sewer farted and killed all the fish. So I picked up a bunch of them."
Liu Zheng briefly described what happened in Sewer.
Of course, we will skip the discussion about Red Ghost.
"Boss, you don't seem to have told me that Sewer is alive."
He said with empty eyes.
"Forgot."
Cow-Horse admitted frankly.
"But, what difference does it make to you whether alive or dead? You're not strong enough to attract Sewer's attention."
It said nonchalantly.
"At least let me be mentally prepared."
"Some things are better known than not known. The unknown brings fear, but ignorance also brings fearlessness."
Cow-Horse said.
"Is it another plagiarized poem from Bai Langzi?"
"You haven't finished it yet. At least the first half of the sentence was my own thought."
Cow-Horse shouted.
"Okay, okay. Boss, with so many fish, we should be able to exchange for something, right?"
Liu Zheng changed the topic.
"I don't know much about fish, but there are quite a lot of them. Can they be exchanged for at least two bottles of wine or something?"
Cow-Horse hesitated.
"That's it. Neither of us understands. Napoleon won't lower the price, right?"
"From what I know about it"
Facing his expectant eyes, Cow-Horse continued.
"That will definitely lower the price."
"Xu~"
Liu Zheng let out a burst of hisses.
If he was asked to sell it at a low price, he would definitely not be willing to do so. After all, he had to pay for it with his life.
But if he doesn't sell it to White-Feather Chicken, he has nowhere else to sell it.
Looking at the fish in the big net, Liu Zheng suddenly had an idea.
"Boss, go get this."
He leaned into Cow-Horse's ear and whispered Gugu.
"Is that possible?"
Cow-Horse doubted.
"Try it, if it doesn't work, just treat it as a favor."
"Okay, it's your fish anyway."
Cow-Horse shrugged, picked up the net bag with the corner and went out.