Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

"Hello, buddy!"

"It's a bit offensive to disturb you so suddenly, but our business is so good that we need to expand urgently."

"Why don't we go in and discuss the price in detail? Don't worry, our boss is very generous."

Just as Chen Xueru finished introducing her purpose, Chen Jun smiled and pushed Chen Xueru aside, then extended his hand enthusiastically to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was slightly less vigilant when he saw that Chen Jun was a bit careless.

But when he saw Chen Jun wanted to shake hands with him, he couldn't help but become nervous again.

"What's wrong, buddy?" Chen Jun asked innocently.

The middle-aged man thought about it, then pulled his right hand out from behind and shook hands with Chen Jun.

He has received special training and is not allowed to do some abnormal things.

For example, now, Chen Jun enthusiastically wants to shake hands with him. If he appears too nervous, it will arouse Chen Jun's suspicion.

What the middle-aged man didn't expect was that as soon as their hands were clasped together, an unimaginable force burst out from Chen Jun's palms.

This body that looks a little thin is actually so strong?

The middle-aged man wanted to pull his hand away, but Chen Jun was faster. He gathered all his strength and squeezed with his right hand like a pair of pliers, holding him tightly.

Then Chen Jun pulled him in front of him and kicked hard at the gate.

"Dangdang!"

The gate of the courtyard hit the middle-aged man on the forehead!

If an ordinary person were hit like this, even if he didn't faint, he would at least become confused.

But the middle-aged man in front of him was obviously well-trained. He was only stunned for two or three seconds, and then his left hand tried to reach behind his waist.

The pistol is located on the man's right lower back, and it is not easy to reach it with the left hand.

Chen Jun found the right moment, and with a flick of his wrist, a shiny big rice spoon appeared in his hand.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

The big rice spoon suddenly hit the middle-aged man's face. It only took a few hits to make his nose bleed, and his whole body looked like a blood gourd.

"what!"

The middle-aged man was confused. Where did this kid come from?

Why do you use a spoon to hit someone?

The key point is that this spoon is very hard and it hurts when it hits your face.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The middle-aged man knew he was exposed, and he pulled his right hand out with great force.

But at this time, his right hand had been numbed by Chen Jun, and it was definitely too late to pull out the gun and kill people. The most important thing for him now was to escape!

Escaping is his most important thing.

But the Chen Jun in front of him was like a sticky candy. He flipped his right wrist and a shiny spatula appeared in his hand.

"Snapped!"

The spatula hit the middle-aged man's face hard, causing one side of his face to swell up.

Then, Chen Jun, holding the rice spoon in his left hand and the spatula in his right hand, attacked the man's face with both hands.

A series of crackling small moves made the man retreat continuously.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

The dense spatulas and rice spoons hit his face like raindrops, which not only hurt but also made him dizzy.

Fortunately, he had received professional training, and after a while his right hand relaxed, he took out the pistol from his waist.

"Boy, even if I die here today, I will beat you to death!"

The middle-aged man was so angry after being beaten by Chen Jun that he wanted to shoot Chen Jun to death.

Once the gunshots were heard, they would surely attract the patrolling police, and he would then definitely not be able to escape.

But he could no longer care about so much. The boy in front of him was going too far. Even if he died, he had to take someone with him.

"boom!"

Just as the middle-aged man finished his harsh words and before he could unlock the insurance policy, a large black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is... a pot? ?

As soon as he came to his senses, a large frying pan hit him on the head.

After a muffled sound, the yard became quiet.

"Huh... this kid is quite tough!"

As Chen Jun spoke, he put the wok into his space ring, leaving only the large rice spoon and spatula in his hand.

You know what, the rewards from this system are really good. The spatula and rice spoon are so easy to wield, as if they were tailor-made for him.

Chen Xueru at the door was stunned.

What just happened?

Why did Chen Jun suddenly hit someone?

Weren't the two of them discussing finding a middle-aged man to rent a house from? Why did they start fighting for no reason?

It would be fine if this man said he didn't want to rent it.

But he said nothing and was beaten by Chen Jun.

Also, where did this rice spoon and spatula come from?

Just now I seemed to have seen a big black pot, but it disappeared in a flash. Could it be that I was dazzled?

"Chen... Chen Jun, why did you hit someone?"

After recovering from her shock, Chen Xueru quickly ran to the yard and looked at the man who had been knocked unconscious with some horror.

Chen Jun did not explain, but handed the rice spoon and spatula to Chen Xueru. He turned the middle-aged man over, took the gun out of his hand, then took out a rope from his pocket and tied up the man's hands and feet.

Fortunately, I took it out of the pot just in time, otherwise it would be really dangerous.

After all, at a distance of three meters, a gun is faster than a knife.

Within three meters, the gun is accurate and fast.

"Gun?" Chen Xueru also noticed something was wrong at this time.

Although some rural areas and individual households have guns these days, they are all old-fashioned rifles.

This exquisite little pistol is not common.

"Well, this guy is most likely an enemy spy. I just took action because I saw a pistol hidden on his waist." Chen Jun explained.

Chen Xueru looked at the gun, then at the rice spoon in her hand, and asked in confusion: "Do you always bring a rice spoon and a spatula with you when you go out?"

"Ok!"

Chen Jun said seriously: "As a cook, it is reasonable for me to carry a rice spoon with me, right?"

"Uh...does that make sense?"

What decent person would carry a rice spoon and a spatula on his body when going out?

If what Chen Jun said was true, then I would have to carry two rolls of cloth when I go out, right?

Doesn’t the butcher have to carry a butcher knife when he goes out?

While the two were talking, the neighbors who heard the fighting also ran over to watch the fun.

When they saw someone beaten to a bloody pulp and a gun on the ground, they were immediately furious.

"My goodness, I've long said this family is abnormal. They keep the door closed in broad daylight. Turns out they are enemy spies!"

"Hiss, these enemy spies are really omnipresent. They are hiding in our alley. Quick, go find the police and take those damned enemies away and shoot them!"

"Yes, go find someone quickly, maybe we can pry something out of this guy."

So, the enthusiastic people of Beijing went to find the police.

After a while, a team quickly arrived at the scene.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the number of thefts and robberies in the city increases, and more patrol teams are deployed in the city.

The leader was a young man in his early thirties, tall and strong, with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

When he led his men to the yard, he was shocked by the scene before him.

Good guy!

There was a man tied up tightly on the ground, his head was beaten into a bloody mess.