Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 1365 Love Rival (26)

Walking into the market with him, I deliberately got close to him and asked him some questions.

"Little brother, are you a local?" I asked.

He looked at the road indifferently and did not answer me.

I asked again, "Is your little brother 15 years old? He looks so young."

He moved his eyes, then lowered his head and said nothing, as if he was a little embarrassed.

I continued: "Wow, he is so handsome, but he is actually mute?"

He still shrank his neck timidly and didn't even raise his eyes. Everyone clearly said that he was not mute.

Finally entering the vegetable market, I followed him and looked around, "Wow, it's so lively! Little brother, I want to buy meat. Can you tell me where the meat stall is?"

He finally raised his head. There were too many people, and he would bump into people if he walked with his head down.

He walked in front silently, and I followed him, still refusing to speak.

There are all kinds of smells floating around in the vegetable market, including the smell of fish, raw meat, pickled cucumbers, etc., and even the smell of chicken feces.

The butcher stalls were arranged in two long rows. The butcher stall owners were all wearing only a long apron, with their greasy arms bare, wielding sharp butcher knives, and chopping on the chopping board. With.

Full of evil spirits!No wonder ghosts are afraid of pig killers!

The ground was sticky and sticky with black mud. The butcher shop owner took a butcher's knife and chopped the pig's head. The pig's head split into two halves, splattering a pool of blood on the ground and on my white canvas shoes.

This was something I didn't expect. My white canvas shoes were not only black, but also red, and I had black lines all over my head due to sweat.

I was about to go up and argue with the boss, but Phil had already left, so I had no choice but to follow him.

Didn’t he want to buy meat? Why didn’t he buy it?I wonder.

It is said that Phil only buys a large piece of pork from the vegetable market every morning. They grow vegetables at home, so they do not buy vegetables.

Finally, Phil stopped in front of a stall owned by a woman.

In the entire butcher market, this stall is the only one whose owner is a woman.

Her head was wrapped in a piece of blue cloth, and she was wearing a tight-fitting cloth of the same color, revealing her thick arms that were not inferior to those of a man. She was able to chop meat with a knife with impressive strength. She chopped off a pig's trotter with one chop. But there is still a layer of pigskin attached, so that the hoof will not fly away due to force.

I admire her very much, she is such a powerful woman!

When the female boss saw Phil, her eyes widened and she said, "Here we come!" She put down the butcher's knife, picked up a bag of pork that had been prepared, and threw it in front of Phil.

"Same as usual." The female boss said, taking the butcher knife again and starting to chop the meat. "Bah, bah, bah" the meat juice splashed on my face, and I consciously stepped away.

Phil silently picked up the bag of pork and put down the 50 rupees. With no expression on his face and without even saying hello to the female boss, Phil took the pork and turned around and left.

I felt strange and asked the female boss: "Sister, how do you know how much meat he wants? Doesn't he talk to you every day?"

As I said this, I casually took a piece of meat and put it on the boss's hand scale.

She mentioned it casually, with a very loud voice, "50 rupees... His father Elle told him the weight of the meat. He has been buying it for two years, and he does it every day. He is introverted and doesn't like to talk."

Seeing Phil walking away, I put down 50 rupees, took the meat, stepped on the shallow mud, and chased after him.

Seeing that he was about to turn the corner, I shouted, "Little brother, you lost your money." I lied to him.

He turned the corner without looking back.

When I chased him to the corner, he was gone and there were three forks in front of me.

(End of this chapter)