Gu Huaiwei threw some beef jerky, mineral water, bandages and anti-inflammatory drugs to Liu Guoqing. In front of his terrified gaze, she turned around and left without even listening to his polite words of thanks.
There was no delay in the trip at all.
It was already dark outside the Hot Spring Mansion, or rather, Gray Mist Town had rarely seen the sun.
Whether inside or outside the dungeon, it is always gloomy. This damn weather is like a damp and cold cotton jacket, which makes you feel cold when you put it on.
Gu Huaiwei was fast enough and arrived just in time for the store to close and the owner of the braised meat shop to set up his stall.
The convenience store and the braised meat shop have the same owner.
He runs a convenience store during the day and sets up a stall in front of the convenience store at night.
The boss pushing the braised meat cart was stirring the steaming pot with a spoon. His fat body almost burst the greasy chef's uniform.
His face was greasy, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his arms were thick and had a waxy yellow luster. When he shouted, his saliva flew everywhere, and Gu Huaiwei could see meat residue on his yellow teeth.
"Hey customer... click, click, click... Would you like a plate of braised pork rice? I sell it cheap here. If you go inside the mansion, the meal will cost ten times as much as mine."
Gu Huaiwei was standing in front of the stall, looking at the big pot.
The big pot filled with marinade was bubbling and the black and red soup was rolling. There were some hairs and nails in the pot, and the raw meat hanging on the stall was in the shape of pieces of meat with bones attached, which did not look like pork at all.
She seemed to see a piece of finger.
There is a ring on her finger.
Like the ring on the hand of the young trial-taker who was talking to Bai Meemie when I brought her here to take a bath last time.
"I want to meet the director of the hot spring mansion." Gu Huaiwei went straight to the point.
The fat chef threw the big iron spoon into the pot, picked up the chopping knife next to him, grabbed a piece of raw meat from the cart and chopped it on the chopping board with a bang.
"I sell braised pork rice here! I make it so delicious, using the most tender meat. Why wouldn't you buy it? Snap, snap, snap... If you don't want to buy it, why are you here?"
The fat cook seemed extremely angry.
What he cut didn't seem like meat, but rather his own resentment.
"Everyone just keeps asking my brother... Kakaka... How much more capable can he be than me? He just runs a big bathhouse, what's so great about that!"
"When my brother dies early, this big bathhouse will belong to me!"
"You think you're pitying me by letting me open a small shop? I have my own talents. The braised pork rice I make is so delicious that everyone who eats it will never want to leave again! shashasha...crunch...the most tender and delicious meat...crunch..."
The fat chef stuck out his greasy tongue and licked the knife he was using to chop raw meat.
"Letting those students whose parents are sick come here part-time... Kakaka... What a fool! Those students are trouble. Sooner or later, they'll ruin all the business here!"
"You mean... Kakaka... Why are you standing there without saying anything? Are you planning to complain about my stall being dirty like those nasty students did?"
The fat chef suddenly stopped, pointed the knife at Gu Huaiwei's forehead, his nails were full of oil, and the smile on his face was distorted.
It turns out that the owner of the braised meat stall and the director of the hot spring mansion are brothers.
The director of the hot spring mansion is quite capable and good at making money, so he helps his incompetent younger brother and opens a small shop in front of the mansion so that his younger brother can also make some money.
But the younger brother seemed to hate his older brother's behavior.
Instead of letting him focus on running the store, he opened a braised meat stall.
"Where is the director of the Hot Spring Mansion?" Gu Huaiwei asked again calmly.
This seemed to irritate the fat cook.
The fat chef chopped the bone-chopping knife down at the center of Gu Huaiwei's forehead.
"If you don't buy my braised pork rice, I'll make you into braised pork... snap, snap!"
Gu Huaiwei drew out the dagger hidden in her sleeve and blocked the fat chef's bone-chopping knife.
The fat chef was extremely strong, but Gu Huaiwei was able to take the attack with just one hand.
Trial-takers cannot resist strange damage by violating the rules.
According to the rules, Gu Huaiwei cannot directly ask the fat chef about his brother's whereabouts.
I can only hint at it indirectly.
But Gu Huaiwei didn't even look for the rules in the copy.
The fat chef had obviously never encountered such a situation.
His cloudy eyeballs hidden under his heavy eyelids moved stiffly.
He clearly smelled the scent of Gu Huaiwei.
But why can this "person" perform the action just now?
Why didn't she turn into a mass of flesh? Why didn't she scream and run away?
Seeing the fat chef standing there strangely frozen, Gu Huaiwei pulled the bone-chopping knife out of his hand, then stood on tiptoe to grab his collar, put his head on the chopping board, and then pressed the bone-chopping knife against his neck.
"I wonder how much pig head meat can sell for here?"
The fat cook began to struggle in panic.
He actually had a feeling that he was being held down by a high-level weirdness.
"Brother... Brother... Crack, crack, crack... There's something strange!" The fat chef looked fierce but was actually weak. He was like a pig that was about to be slaughtered. He waved his short and thick arms and legs and overturned the boiling pot of braised meat next to him.
At the bottom of the braised meat pot, a scalded head rolled out.
That head was exactly one of the trial-takers that he had seen before.
Gu Huaiwei used a knife to cut the fat chef's neck and found that it felt good and could really be cut.
When it was cut, there was no bleeding from the incision, but instead the fragrant braised meat juice flowed out.
"My brother went out to buy raw materials. He's preparing for the upcoming banquet... Kakaka... Don't chop off my head. The gravy I worked so hard to collect is about to flow away."
"I'm just a little boy who dreams of making braised pork rice... click, click, click... let me go!"
"The merchant who leased the mine will visit the Hot Spring Mansion tonight, and my brother will come out to receive him personally."
"In the VIP bathhouse on the top floor, which is not open to the public... click, click, click... you can see my brother!"
It turns out there is a private bath upstairs.
I couldn't find it the last time I came.
Gu Huaiwei looked at Bai Meimei, who was following her obediently, and asked, "This dungeon hides the good stuff. Let's go and take a dip in the private hot springs."
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