Du Jiu's martial arts are higher than his own, and moreover, he is not so much higher, and he is definitely not Du Jiu's opponent.

However, he didn't quite understand that since he was so high in martial arts, why did he have to scrape his ears just now.

With his martial arts, he can easily dodge it, huh?

But—

By this time, the other guests in the restaurant had begun to laugh secretly, and they were still smiling with such bad intentions, as if they were watching an eagle play a game of chickens.

Although there are many well-informed people among them, it seems that this is the first time I have seen such an interesting scene as today.

They were secretly worried about Du Jiu just now, but now they have begun to worry about this shopkeeper, because they have also seen that this shopkeeper is definitely not Du Jiu's opponent.

If Du Jiu really fought back, then, within three moves, this arrogant and unreasonable shopkeeper would probably only be lying on the ground panting.

The shopkeeper suddenly understood that this bastard thing was deliberately entertaining himself, and he couldn't help but be furious.

However, what can I do, fight, can't beat others, the more angry I get, the more enjoyable I am by others.

Just when the shopkeeper was at a loss, he suddenly heard a voice in the kitchen and said coldly: The restaurant under the jurisdiction of Guiyunzhuang has never paid on credit, I think, you still pay the money obediently, this is the rule of Guiyunzhuang, the rules of Guiyunzhuang No one can break it, and no one dares to break it.

Although this man had a big tongue and spoke indistinctly, he spoke these words very clearly, as if he had practiced them many times.

As soon as the words fell, I saw a pockmarked man lift the curtain and walk out of the kitchen.

This pockmarked man is the cook of Piaoxiang Building.

Because his face was covered with bean-sized pockmarks, one by one, as if he had been bombarded by a flowering cannon, everyone called him Ma Chu.

Ma Cook, Ma Cook, just like this, he has been called for twenty years, and as for what his real name is, everyone seems to have forgotten.

Everyone knows that although the hemp chef in Piaoxianglou is ugly, he is very good at cooking, and the imperial chef of the palace is estimated to be at this level.

Hearing the voice, Du Jiu looked at the hemp cook, suddenly laughed, and said loudly: Oh, it turns out that you are the hemp cook who stir-fried for us?

Chef Ma didn't answer Du Jiu's words, just stared at him coldly, and said, "I'm here to collect money for wine."

Du Jiu smiled and said: I knew that our dishes were all fried by you, a pockmarked ghost, so I wouldn't eat them, and if I ate your fried dishes, I would definitely have diarrhea, haha.

The hemp chef was not angry at all, he still stared at him quietly, and said coldly: No matter who fried the dish, you have already eaten it, kill to pay for your life, pay for the meal, please pay for it.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and looked like he was collecting money.

Du Jiu stuck out his tongue and grimaced: "But, I have already spit out everything I have eaten and drunk, if I don't believe it, you can ask the shopkeeper, isn't it, the shopkeeper?"

The pockmarks on the hemp cook's face began to tremble, like countless wriggling insects, which were even more terrifying and disgusting under the sunlight of the early morning.

The apron he held in his hand suddenly turned into powder, and fell down one after another along the palm of his hand, like dust blown up by the autumn wind.

He said coldly: "But, you haven't spit it out yet."

Du Jiu slapped his stomach suddenly, made a gesture of vomiting hard, and then said with a bitter face: However, I can't vomit anymore.

The hemp cook suddenly made a move.

Before Du Jiu could react, he had already been choked by his big greasy hand.

Everyone was stunned again, it seemed that no one thought that such a chef who usually had few words and was not amazing in appearance would have such good skills.

He seems to be using the tricks of an authentic Shaolin grappler.

Cook Ma said coldly: Let me help you.

Du Jiu immediately screamed, and tears rushed out.

He hoarsely voiced, his feet hung in the air and nodded at Chef Ma, begging for mercy, and said loudly: Oh, I said Chef Ma, no, Brother Cook, you can do well, hurry up, I'll put it down, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid my head will be pulled off by you.

Since you can't take credit, then spit on credit. You see now, you just pinch me to death, and I can't spit it out, so it's better to vomit like this, and when I want to vomit, I'll spit it out to you, okay?

There was a burst of laughter around, I think it's really fresh, this year there is a meal on credit, wine on credit, and a store on credit, but it seems to be the first time to hear people vomit on credit.

Isn't he playing a poor role?

Hearing this, everyone thought that Cook Ma would definitely teach this poor-mouthed guy a good lesson.

However, Chef Ma seemed to be tempted, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then, with a sudden flick of his sleeves, he put down the hand that was holding Du Jiu.

He looked at Du Jiu, and then, with a stiff face, said something that surprised everyone, and said: Okay, I'll make an exception for you, and when you want to vomit, you must vomit to me, if you dare to pay the bill, no matter where you run, I have the same way to screw your head off.

Once again, the crowd fainted.

These two men looked really sick.

However, Du Jiu looked very moved, so moved that he almost knelt down, thanked him again, and made a gesture, and kept wiping his tears, and said again and again: Thank you Chef Ma for your care, no, thank you Brother Cook for your care, I, Du Jiu, will be a cow and a horse in my next life, and I will repay your great kindness.

Hearing this, the people around him almost laughed again.

They unanimously felt that Du Jiu, this kid must be crazy, just for such a little thing, he will have to make cattle and horses for others in the next life, and your cow and horse are too worthless.

It seems that these two people are not only sick, but also seem to be not lightly ill.

Everyone was thinking it was strange, and they heard Du Jiu bow to Chef Ma again, and then said: Chef Ma's great kindness, my Du Jiu is unforgettable in this life.

However, Du Jiu and I, I have no identity, no status, and no relatives of the emperor's relatives, and now I am penniless.

People like me, it's hard to guarantee when they will die for no reason - anyway, they will either starve to death, freeze to death, be desperate, eat rat medicine and die, or be chased and hacked to death by the enemy,

Anyway, I don't know when I'll die, and if I die, then your great kindness as a hemp cook will never be repaid......

The more everyone listened, the more strange it became, and even the hemp chef was confused, not knowing what Du Jiu meant by his brainless words.

Although everyone heard it clearly, Du Jiu kept saying: As for me, although I am very poor in this life, I have never owed anything to others.

If you do something that violates the principles of heaven, then you will be a man in the next life, you will not have a good saddle for horses, you will have no material for grazing, and you will be an old cow who can only work every day and cannot rest.