A Hong Kong drama that started with zombies

Chapter 185 Xiao...

"Let's go, I can't finish the food, and our boss will pay for it."

The few followers who came in with Stephen Zhou tried to persuade almost all the guests to leave, but Ah Hao was unwilling to leave.

"God of Cookery, I am your idol, ah no, you are my fan."

Ah Hao was a little agitated, he didn't reveal his identity as a policeman to force him to stay, but made a request as a fan.

He really is a God of Cookery fan.

"Fans, hehe..."

Stephen Zhou laughed. Although he was very disdainful when facing the fans, he still had to do some superficial work. He nodded and said, "Let's stay and take a look."

At this time, almost all the customers in the shop had left, only Stephen Zhou and Ahao, a waiter and a chef remained.

The scale of this restaurant is not large. Although the business is very good, the boss did not hire any employees, which is why the attitude of the waiters and chefs is not very good.

"Where's your boss?"

Stephen Zhou stood in front of the bar counter, originally wanting to lean on it, but because he saw the stains on the bar counter, he became disgusted.

The waiter, front desk and cashier of the fan sister's cousin appeared on the face, and her voice suddenly became very gentle.

"Mr. Chef God, I am also your fan, can you sign me?" The waiter took out the pen on the bar counter, looked around and couldn't find a suitable place to sign, so he said shyly. Pulled off the clothes on the shoulders: "Just sign here."

Stephen Zhou frowned, took the pen with some helplessness in his eyes, and then he signed his name casually and exhorted: "Remember, don't take a bath for a week, and if you want to take my If the signature is tattooed, I recommend you to go to No. 109 Bolan Street, the master there has better skills, and the tattoo will not be wrong."

"Thank you, thank you."

The waiter was so excited that Ah Hao who was next to him was a little envious.

The God of Cookery is very famous in Xiangjiang and very inspirational.

He was originally just an ordinary helper in a small fly restaurant, but he practiced his cooking skills down-to-earth, and finally became a man who is called the God of Cookery by Quan Xiangjiang. The development of the catering group under his name is also in full swing.

Whether it is a gluttonous eater who loves food, or the masses who are moved by inspirational life, or the poor who desire wealth, they all regard the God of Cookery as their idol.

But after all, he is a man, so Ah Hao shouldn't be too proactive.

"Now, can you tell me where your boss is?"

Stephen Zhou asked again.

"Ah? Our boss went out to buy seasonings and said he would be back in a while, so it should be soon."

"seasoning?"

Stephen Zhou pondered for a while, and walked directly to Ah Hao's side.

When the previous guests left, they all packed away their char siew buns and other food, and now there is only a char siew bun next to Ah Hao.

In such a short period of time, only one of the two cages of char siew buns has been eaten by Ah Hao, which shows how delicious it is.

"do you mind?"

Stephen Zhou smiled at Ahao.

"I don't mind, I don't mind, God of Cookery, you can do whatever you want."

Ah Hao nodded quickly.

Stephen Zhou picked up the last barbecued pork bun without hesitation, then broke it in half, looked at the meat inside, and put it under his nose to smell it.

The frown became more severe.

"something wrong."

Stephen Zhou looked at Ahao with a serious expression, and then at the waiter and chef.

He was answered by three dumbfounded faces.

Seemingly not quite sure about the guess in his mind, Stephen Zhou finally put half of the barbecued pork buns into his mouth, and after chewing a little, his expression suddenly became terrified.

"puff."

It didn't count if half a char siu bun was spit out, and after spit out a lot in a row, he even took the water handed over by the entourage and frantically rinsed his mouth.

"Woo la la... Puff... Bah bah bah..."

Ah Hao seemed to have thought of something, and asked with a surprised expression: "Mr. Chef, are you saying that there is poison in this barbecued pork bun? No, I mean white noodles? Oh no, that white noodles?"

Zheng Ling has a relationship with Zhongxinyi. Zhongxinyi is mainly engaged in the white noodle business. The squirrel took over Zheng Ling's shop. The business of this shop suddenly exploded. The barbecued pork buns are not only delicious but also make people linger. I heard from the diners just now. If I don't eat for a day, I feel that something is missing, and even my life is not perfect.

There seems to be only one truth.

"No, it's more serious than that."

Stephen Zhou's expression became a little frightened, he turned around and walked out the door while responding.

"Go, go, go."

The entourage was also stunned, but subconsciously followed their boss.

But before they reached the door, a middle-aged man who looked very strong and wore black-rimmed glasses walked in from the door with a cold expression, blocking the door which was not wide.

"Step aside."

Stephen Zhou's entourage was about to step forward to clear the way, but just as they approached, they felt a huge force, and their entire bodies flew up. After hitting a companion, the two of them rolled down several tables and many chairs.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and then their expressions became shocked.

The sound of clattering sounded.

The middle-aged man turned around blankly, and stretched out his hand to pull down the iron gate, blocking the afterglow of the setting sun from outside.

The interior of the store, which was not turned on, became dim in an instant. Only in the kitchen where the lights were turned on before, there were some lights shining through the windows and the door.

"boss?"

The waiter's voice trembled a little.

Ah Hao, Stephen Zhou and the others realized that the middle-aged man was the owner of this shop, the squirrel.

"What are you going to do? Do you know that beating someone is against the law? It's amazing to know martial arts. My company has a Huajin master. Would you like me to ask him to practice with you?"

Stephen Zhou was terrified in his heart, but the words on his mouth made the chinchilla couldn't help laughing.

"You already guessed it, why do you still say such things? Hehe..." The chinchilla laughed: "You don't really think that if you play dumb with me now, I will let you go?"

Stephen Zhou backed away in horror, shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't guessed anything. Don't wrong me."

"is it?"

The chinchilla took a step forward when he asked back, but none of Stephen Zhou's entourage dared to step forward to intercept it.

Only Ah Hao who came to his senses suddenly pulled out his gun.

"Don't move, I'm the police."

I thought the chinchilla would be afraid if the gun was taken out, but the chinchilla laughed uncharacteristically.

"Hahaha... the police, the gun, I'm so scared, hahaha..."

And Stephen Zhou, who was suddenly pleasantly surprised, saw the gun in Ah Hao's hand, and the joy that had just risen on his face disappeared instantly, and his eyes were even extremely dark, as if he knew that he was bound to die.

"It's useless, he's not afraid of guns."

Stephen Zhou Youyou made a sound, as if he had realized everything before he died.

"I'm seven steps away from him."

Ah Hao also knew that martial arts masters were not afraid of guns, but he still made a noise like this to comfort himself.

"Seven steps away, shoot people quickly, well, this sentence does make sense."

The chinchilla nodded seriously, and raised his foot to get closer.

"Don't move, I will shoot you if you move again."

Ah Hao took a step back and continued to aim the gun at the chinchilla.

"Okay, I'm not moving."

A cruel expression appeared on the ground squirrel's face, staring at Ahao and said fiercely: "But what's the use of that?"

"Didn't you say that the gun is faster than you?"

Ah Hao was so nervous that he was sweating.

"Hahaha..." the chinchilla laughed and said, "I said that it is faster to shoot people seven steps away, but I didn't say that you are faster than me, Mr. Cooking God, do you want to tell him, otherwise, I will I'm afraid you won't have a chance to say anything in your life."

Stephen Zhou sighed helplessly.

"Don't aim, it's useless, he's not human."

"kindness???"

When Ah Hao was shocked, he felt that the chinchilla seemed to have turned into a black shadow, and subconsciously pulled the trigger directly.

boom!
A shot went off.

He didn't hit, because Ah Hao felt his neck was grabbed by someone with one hand, and when his whole body was lifted up, he clearly saw a penetrating hole appeared on the closed iron door.

The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated through it, as if reflecting the fate of these people.

Outside the hotel.

Liao sir, who heard the gunshots, picked up the walkie-talkie to call for support, and at the same time got out of the car and rushed to the hotel.

As soon as he got close, he heard a shrill scream coming from inside.

He dared not go in because he did not understand the enemy's situation.

"Ahao."

While yelling to remind the people inside that there were police outside, Sir Liao was extremely anxious, because this time only he and Ahao came over, and it was not known how long it would take for their support to arrive.

"Listen, people inside, you are surrounded, put down your weapons and come out and surrender."

Liao sir continued to make threats, pulled out his gun and pressed it against the wall next to the iron gate.

But at this moment, a huge force suddenly came from behind.

The moment the wall shattered, an arm full of veins protruded from it, grabbed Liao sir's neck, and pulled it back.

Liao sir, with a terrified expression, was pulled in from the broken wall like a little chick.

But there was a sudden surprise in his eyes.

"resemble……"

(End of this chapter)