The place to eat braised pork was recommended by Zote.
Naturally, it was Zote who led the way.
Turn left and right on a street somewhere in the old city, and enter an alley where parking is not possible, and you will see a restaurant without a sign.
Or to be more precise, a fly restaurant.
The restaurant is only about 70 or 80 square meters, with three long tables, one round table and two low tables. The round table is for group gatherings, and the long table is for people who clock in at work or come and go quickly.
The two low tables are different.
Not only was it placed under the shade of the trees outside the restaurant, but there was also the owner's own teapot and cups, a plate of peeled peanuts, and a newspaper on a low table.
There is also a palm-leaf fan on the bamboo lounge chair.
Goethe glanced over the newspaper.
It's the second edition.
It reads, "Recently, disasters have occurred frequently in Green Vine City. Experts speculate that it is..."
The last few words were obscured by the folded newspaper.
Goethe shook his head.
It has nothing to do with him, it's all coincidence.
Zote ignored all this and ordered a serving of braised pork with abalone in addition to the braised pork.
At this moment, Zote kept looking towards the restaurant's kitchen.
He couldn't wait.
Mu Heiya was turning the teacup.
The tea in the teacup is the cheapest herbal tea.
You have to pay extra to add tangerine peel.
Of course, even if you add dried tangerine peel.
The taste is also bitter and difficult to swallow.
But Mu Heiya drank with gusto, this was already his second cup.
Mu Heiya didn't say anything.
Goethe did not speak either.
Than patience?
Goethe was always the most patient man.
As for Zot?
He couldn't play the silent game, and was very eager to eat the braised abalone and pork, so he stood up and walked into the restaurant.
"The things you requested have arrived."
Mu Heiya finally spoke.
"Yeah, I know, you called before."
Goethe nodded.
Such words made Mu Heiya smile bitterly.
"This matter has nothing to do with me."
"Whether it's Black Wind, Blood Evil, White Bones, or the 'Heavenly Alliance'."
Mu Heiya explained.
"Um."
Goethe nodded again.
Of course he believed that this matter had nothing to do with Muheiya.
Just as he believed that this matter was closely related to the top management of the 'Unlimited Fighting Tournament' Security Committee.
Goethe's attitude made Mu Heiya's bitter smile even more helpless .
The member of the Security Council headquarters wanted to explain.
But I don’t know how to explain it.
Because, he once again felt the taste of 'thirty years ago'.
The Security Committee seems to be a place that upholds justice and fairness, but the more justice and fairness there is, the more unspeakable evil and selfishness there is.
Power is sought after.
It will also corrupt people's hearts.
And add strength?
It will become worse.
It's like an ordinary person becoming a superman. On the first day, he upholds justice. On the second day, he still upholds justice. But what about the third day? What about the fourth day? What will he do?
The probability is that -
Look into my eyes!
I can do whatever I want!
Strength destroys others.
From body to mind.
Then, the self feels like 'God'.
Let power expand infinitely.
Of course, there may be exceptions.
No one will deny this exception.
After all, there was a black goat among a group of white goats.
Moreover, this black goat can stand up and lead the chicken into the darkness.
Who knows?
Mu Heiya has long passed the age where things are either black or white. He is more accustomed to solving problems by "avoidance". It's like if you fall down, you need to stand up to solve the problem, but if you don't get up, there is no need to solve the problem.
But now?
different!
Headquarters gave him orders.
An order given in the name of 'kindness'.
He simply couldn't refuse.
He didn't want to get up, but he was forcibly "helped" up.
He was helped up and faced Goethe.
Facing Goethe who easily killed 'Tiandaomeng.Xun', Mu Heiya could even clearly feel that some big shots in the headquarters were scared, otherwise, it would be impossible for them to waste his 'favor' so easily.
At least we should get a good price.
"Some big shots at headquarters are freaking out."
"I guess he will be unable to sleep or eat well until he gets accurate information from me."
"Goethe, do you know?"
"You scared everyone."
When he said this, Mu Heiya no longer had that bitter smile on his face.
He became smiley.
Mu Heiya was forcibly helped up, but he was not without temper.
Revenge is not necessary.
But there is definitely some schadenfreude.
"Everyone?"
Goethe emphasized.
"At least 99% of them, right?"
"There are some guys who never give up."
“It’s human nature.”
Mu Heiya shrugged.
Goethe did not comment on this.
Ninety-nine percent?
That's really too optimistic.
Under normal circumstances, it would be similar to what Mu Heiya said, but the current situation is not the case - the 'Tian Dao League', 'Emperor Lotus Sect', and 'Tingqi Pavilion' 'cut leeks' every once in a while, doesn't the Security Committee know?
Of course not.
The safety committee not only knows.
And , to some extent, they are still cooperating.
Because the Security Committee also has its own demands.
There are also things that I want to do but cannot do.
Coincidentally, the 'Tiandao League', the 'Emperor Lotus Sect' and the 'Tingqi Pavilion' appeared.
The two sides hit it off almost immediately.
They complete each task one by one with some kind of indescribable tacit understanding.
Even the spoils might be shared.
The 'Tiandao League', 'Emperor Lotus Sect' and 'Tingqi Pavilion' have ambitions.
There is also a safety committee, which is even larger.
The former wants to restore its former glory.
The latter wants to be as glorious as it is now.
Therefore, after the cooperation, both sides also had some dirty things, and it was precisely because of such filthiness that the other party's actions and plans became somewhat unsmooth. It was also because of such filthiness that Mu Heiya appeared in front of him in the beginning.
Otherwise, someone else would have been replaced long ago.
In other words, some people like to play it safe.
Just like now.
Goethe was certain that there was a new round of exchange of interests within the Security Council.
"I want 30%."
Goethe spoke.
Mu Heiya was stunned, not quite understanding what he heard.
"I want 30% of the profits from this matter - I can convert it into cash or secret weapons."
Goethe explained.
"I will tell you the truth."
"It's probably fine."
"But isn't 30% a bit too little?"
Mu Heiya was a little confused.
If it were him, even if he couldn't take it all, he would at least take 50%.
"Not a few."
Goethe replied with a smile.
The 30% he said is the 30% he said.
The 30% given by others needs his approval to be the 30% he said.
What if there is less?
Then he has to be compensated.
Otherwise the anger will be hard to quell.
He, Goethe, is reasonable.
Mu Heiya felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't ask any further questions. His goal had been achieved, and asking more questions would be ungrateful.
"The Unlimited Fighting Tournament will hold the continental competition, quarterfinals, semifinals, and finals in Green Ivy City."
"You are so attractive now."
"Yeah?"
"I think braised pork is more attractive."
Goethe looked inside the restaurant.
The one who brought the plate was Zot.
There were three portions of braised pork on a large square plate.
Ordinary braised pork, braised pork with quail eggs and braised pork with abalone.
The boss followed behind, carrying vegetables and white rice.
The braised pork is placed on a plate and tied with a straw rope .
Boxy and brightly colored.
Use chopsticks to pick up the grass rope, put it in your mouth, and with a sip of your tongue, you can feel the softness of the meat. The salty and fragrant taste has a hint of sweetness in your mouth, which comes from the sweetness of rice wine.
Non-greasy and removes fishy smell.
It will also make the meat taste softer.
Simply braised pork is already so satisfying.
Put it on the noodles and rice, the white and tender rice is immediately stained with a layer of red. When you scoop the meat and rice into your mouth, the texture of the rice blends into the meat, which will immediately make you scoop it up a few more times.
The quail eggs are not put in directly, but fried and roasted.
The outer skin is crispy, the inside is hot, and it is chewy when you bite it.
And when you pick it up with chopsticks and the egg yolk absorbs the juice from the meat, you feel very happy.
Different from quail eggs is abalone.
Even if it is not the valuable four-head or two-head abalone.
They are just the kind of small abalones that weigh a dozen per pound at the street seafood stalls, but the unique freshness of abalone will still surprise people. It is a feeling that you know it will be delicious, but you didn't expect it to be so delicious.
Cut the braised pork into pieces with three fingers, with distinct fat and lean parts.
The abalone is cut with a smooth knife to make it crispy, springy and tender.
Is there anything better than this for a meal?
The next one is naturally a piece of green vegetable.
Pure crispness, refreshing and greasy.
Goethe ate three bowls of rice in a row, finished a plate of braised pork, ate a plate of vegetables, and then picked up the bowl of cold tea.
Bitter, mixed with the sweetness of tangerine peel.
After drinking it all, Goethe stood up and left.
Then came Zote, who took two big bites of rice.
Mu Heiya was a little dazed.
The safety committee member had no idea what was going on.
until--
"Are you paying the bill?"
The boss wearing an apron asked in a hoarse voice.
He was holding a rolling pin in his hand.
That expression seemed as if he was afraid that Mu Heiya would run away.
"Well, I'll pay the bill."
Mu Heiya was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded.
"307 yuan."
The boss reported a number.
"No, that's 60 more."
Mu Heiya blinked.
"The guy who just helped carry the dishes ordered a takeaway of braised pork."
The boss clenched the rolling pin tightly, his eyes fixed on Mu Heiya.
Mu Heiya had no doubt that if he objected, he would be hit hard.
Sighed.
Mu Heiya obediently took out the money.
However, when he touched his pocket, he realized that he had left his wallet in the office and did not bring it with him.
An embarrassed look appeared on the face of the headquarters member.
"Sorry, I don't have my wallet with me. Look at that car..."
"The car was driven away by those two."
"I have a cell phone, I... um? Where's the cell phone?"
Mu Heiya searched for a while and then he remembered that his cell phone was in the car.
"Boss, can you lend me your phone?"
Mu Heiya gave an awkward but rude smile.
…
When Goethe and Zote saw Muheiya again, it was already past five in the afternoon.
This member of the Security Committee headquarters showed up at the boxing gym wearing shorts and slippers, with a slight smell of detergent, followed by three large trucks.
Zote couldn't help himself when he saw Mu Heiya's big shorts and the hair on his legs standing up in the wind.
Phew!
Zot laughed out loud.
Mu Heiya grabbed Zote by the collar and was so angry that his accent came out.
"Sun thief, you are playing very colorfully!"
"Do you think that's funny?"
"Then guess why I became like this?"
He had never been so embarrassed in his life.
He, Mu Heiya, actually washed the dishes.
It was not smooth sailing to use the boss's phone to contact his subordinates before.
The security committee member’s cell phone is specially made, and calls from outside numbers cannot be connected at all. The only way to get through is by actively dialing the number on the cell phone.
Therefore, Mu Heiya had no choice but to mortgage his suit and leather shoes.
Then, I washed the dishes for three and a half hours.
"No, it's not me. Let me explain."
"I didn't expect you didn't bring your wallet or cell phone."
"It was just a good joke."
"besides……"
Zot scratched his head and explained.
"what else?"
"Also, I really have no money. You can't expect someone who has to pick up bottles and paper shells for his daily pocket money to treat you to abalone and braised pork, right?"
In response to Mu Heiya's questioning, Zote scratched his head and smiled.
"You ordered the braised pork with abalone!"
Mu Heiya emphasized.
"Didn't you eat it too?"
Zot's smile became even more pure.
"I?!"
Mu Heiya almost laughed out of anger. He had never seen such a shameless guy. Then, Mu Heiya looked at Goethe. He wanted to ask Goethe why.
Of course, it's just instinct.
Mu Heiya did not expect Goethe to answer.
But unexpectedly, Goethe came in and answered.
"I thought he would pay the bill."
"He owes me six meals."
Goethe said lightly.
For Mu Heiya, it would be better for him not to answer this question.
"Now each of you owes me a meal!"
Mu Heiya announced loudly.
"Well, sure. I'll put this meal on Zote. He only owes me five meals now, and he owes you two."
Goethe was quick to accept good advice.
Anyway, he didn't expect Zote to return it to him.
Instead of this, it is better to graft it.
Mu Heiya looks much more honest.
What’s more…
rich.
"Well, well, I'll try my best."
Zot said hesitantly.
People have no choice when they reach middle age. They have a virtuous wife and two divine beasts at home, but bottles and cardboard are not easy to pick up. They can steal a half day of leisure from their busy life, but fishing for skewers is even more tiring.
Zote, humming a tune in his heart, began to think about how to repay the debt.
He, Zote, is a man of integrity.
At this time, Mu Heiya also let go of Zote.
The member from the Safety Committee headquarters watched Goethe walk towards the three trucks.
There was irrepressible joy in Goethe's eyes.
Two hundred copies of [Bloody Honor]!
This time, it’s really rich!
"Do you need my help moving in?"
Mu Heiya asked aloud.
In the opinion of this member of the Security Committee headquarters, matters like these that concern bloodlines must be carefully observed and seriously considered.
Goethe said without turning his head:
"Bloodline is such an inconvenient thing!"
As he spoke, he quickened his pace.