Chapter 1732: Are we still eating? Just cut a small piece and it's done, try it.

Zaba and his minions stayed in the main room drinking and punching. After waiting for a long time, they couldn't help seeing Feili coming back.
"What's the matter? Philip brought the soup, but didn't come back for a long time."
The fat minion sitting next to Zaba immediately flattered and said, "Master, let me go and see."
Zaba nodded, "Hurry up."
The fat minion turned to leave, and the thin minion sitting beside him stood up, "Wait, I will go with you. How can you go alone with such an important thing as the soup?"
The fat man looked at the thin man dissatisfiedly, and the two walked out the door one after another.
The thin man smiled, "Fat man, I know why you came out to serve the soup?"
"why?"
"Because you want to eat secretly, you are greedy, you want to eat everything you see, don't think I don't know."
"Fuck you. You just want to steal it."
"Ten fat people and nine greedy. To be honest, I followed you out to supervise you and prevent you from stealing food."
"You don't fart anymore."
"Okay. Fatty, no joke. Do you think the atmosphere tonight is wrong."
"What's wrong? Tonight is the same as usual, the wine is delicious, the food is delicious, Philly is also the same as always, nothing has changed."
"Fatty, you are really slow to respond. Our cook, Manna, is gone. What do you think about this?"
"The of Manna has had a leg with the master's gardener. Manna is gone. She must have been fooling around with him. They both hide in the hut behind the kitchen and mess around every time. I ran into him several times. ."
"Oh, the gardener is so lucky that he got the master's cousin."
"Forget it, even if it's the master's cousin who is ugly like Manna, I still have no appetite. I would rather find a beautiful woman who has no money and never consider an ugly man like Manna. I am worried. I can’t hold on to her."
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, if this is heard by manna, you will be dead. "
"Manna, I guess I'm busy waiting for the gardener in bed now, how can I take care of me."
"But since the gardener is so thin and Manna is so fat, they are too uncoordinated together?"
"I want you to be more nosy. People are fat and thin, and they match the flesh and blood. This is called complementarity. Do you understand?"
"Can this kind of thing complement each other? It seems I should also try it with a fat woman."
"You won't be over looking for Manna."
"No! Even if you are looking for a fat woman, you have to look beautiful. Manna is too ugly. I'm very picky about women."
The two said, they have reached the door of the kitchen.
As Fili saw, the kitchen door was wide open, and there was no one in the kitchen.
The thin man said, "Fat man, there is no one in the kitchen. Where did Philip go?"
The fat man smirked, "Philip, there are so many men in her, maybe some man called her away."
"What are you talking nonsense, but Philip will be married by the master tomorrow. Will she go with other men now?"
"That's not good. Women think with their lower body, especially women like Philly.
She loves whoever gets her the best in bed. "
"Then she will never ignore the identity of the old man and wife and go and mess with other men?"
"Then who said it is good, the grandfather is wealthy and no one dares to mess with it. This is a fact, but the master is old after all. You also know that the lifeblood of a man, as long as he reaches a certain age, no matter how he makes up for it, it is still soft. Can't get up. Philip is so coquettish, how can the lord feed her?"
"You kid really hates your life, even dare you say bad things about the master?"
"I'm telling the truth. The master is in her 50s, so it's strange that she can be hardened. Fili is only 28 years old, which happens to be the most energetic age of a woman, and the master can't satisfy her."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's take this pot of soup back first."
"Yes, serve the soup, you foodie."
"You are the foodie."
The fat man ran to the stove with joy, reached for the pot, and got scalded.
The thin man scolded, "Fool, you turn off the fire first, and then use a rag to pad your hands so that you won't be burnt. Don't you cook at home? You don't have any common sense."
"Why should I cook? Cooking is a woman's business, or why should I marry a wife?"
The fat man turned off the fire and drooled at the soup in the pot.
"Oh my god, when I smell the scent of this broth, I can't even walk."
The thin man cursed, "Looking at you look like you are not promising, you are the reincarnation of a greedy ghost."
The fat man lowered his voice and said, "Hey, thin man, there are only two of us here, so why not eat a piece of human heart secretly, because I have never eaten human heart."
When the thin man heard that the fat man said so, he felt itchy.
The two stared at the heart in the pot, and their saliva was three feet long.
When Azan heard this, he became anxious, and said that if the two of them had eaten in the kitchen, they would not die in the kitchen. If they were dead, who would bring the soup to the hall and give it to the villain of Chaba?
No, you can't let them steal. So he immediately grabbed a handful of spoons that fell on the ground and threw them out the door. The spoons were made of porcelain, flew outside the door, hit a big tree outside, and fell to pieces with a ping.
The two people in the kitchen turned around at the same time and looked out the dark door.
The thin man said, "God, it looks like someone is coming."
The fat man was still a little bit unwilling to give up, "Then we two still eat? Just cut off a small piece and it's done, try it."
The thin man shook his head, "Forget it. The master is suspicious. If he finds out that we stole the food, can we still live?"
The fat man ran out of the door, and looked at the spoon that fell into pieces on the ground with the light from the door, stunned.
"Skinny, this is obviously someone coming. How could the spoon break here for no reason?"
The thin man sneered, "Then you foodie, still want to eat it?"
The fat man said, "Then let's take the soup away quickly, the master is waiting in a hurry, and it's too late to go back, so I have to be scolded."
Thin frowned, "Wait, fat man, don't you smell the blood in the kitchen?"
The fat man sniffed hard, "How can there be a smell of blood? I only smelled the scent of broth."
"Fat man, your nose is stuffed? It really smells of blood."
The fat man said, "It's a bit in the kitchen that kills chickens and ducks all day long. Isn't it normal? Let's go and have the soup." After finishing speaking, the fat man put his hand on a rag and took the broth and left.
The thin man frowned and followed behind him, "I still think something is wrong. The spoon just broke too strangely."
The fat man laughed loudly, "Let's go and have soup. If you can't eat your heart, it's not bad to have soup."