Early in the morning, Uncle Kun's restaurant opened the roller shutter door with a "brush". The sunshine this morning was particularly bright and charming. The wheat-colored sunshine shone on his sick face, like the comfort of the sun goddess, which made Uncle Kun close his turbid eyes to enjoy the rising sun in the morning.

There are no people in the store now, so Uncle Kun lives alone in the second floor compartment. It was only around 6 o'clock in the morning. Uncle Kun’s restaurant is not profitable and is not diligent. Although it opens at 6 o'clock in the morning, if the customer comes to the store at this time, he will definitely not be able to eat anything, because Uncle Kun has not eaten yet.

In fact, the real business hours should be from 10 am to around 8 pm. Uncle Kun has always been working slowly and meticulously, and he is steadily and steadily. Who said that this restaurant is just a cover? If you take care of it carefully, Uncle Kun will not have the energy either.

There is not much traffic on this small street, and Uncle Kun also wanted to be quiet and avoid people's ears and ears. He took a breath of the not-so-mud air in the morning. The sun called it father-in-law, but now the rising sun shines on Uncle Kun's face. He only feels that it is the soft and delicateness of a girl, just like his wife touching his face before, but for them, he has to persevere and leave some protection for those who are still alive in his limited life. This is his real motivation to resist the disease. It doesn't take long, at most a year. The sales volume of "black ice" is very good, the quality is high, and no one who knows how to enjoy can withstand temptation.

When he opened his eyes, Uncle Kun suddenly felt that his eyes suddenly became dark, just like the city in the middle of the night was no longer shining by lights and stars and moons. Fortunately, this was only a moment. Uncle Kun knew what was going on. It was not the first time he had come back when he suddenly became dark.

After rubbing the mountain roots, Uncle Kun didn't want to go back to lie down early this morning. This life lies in exercise. If he kept lying down, he would definitely be late to die. Back in the kitchen, a piece of silver kitchen utensils reflected in his face. Uncle Kun came to the refrigerator and opened it in diameter. A cold cold air came to the face.

He looked at the dazzling array of ingredients and picked some foods that had been placed for a long time. Since he got brain cancer, Uncle Kun's living habits have changed a lot. He also specifically checked some allusions about this disease. Although he has always known this disease, if you don't understand or experience it in depth, you only know one of them in the final analysis.

"Uncle Kun, why is it so early today?"

Uncle Kun thought that he should make something light and nutritious for himself in the morning, including iodine protein, and foods that are both vitamin C and potassium and magnesium. These are not difficult for Uncle Kun, a chemistry expert, because he is in this business, just like Walter White, he is a drug manufacturing expert who can be ranked alongside him, but the only difference between the two is that Uncle Kun doesn't need to do it himself now. He just needs to think of ways or mobilize troops to condemn generals, but the most important thing is to keep a low profile and plan.

"I can't sleep, it's uncomfortable if I don't get up early and lie down."

At this moment, the chef of the restaurant also came to the store early. He usually opened the door in the morning, so it may be a little late today, but it was just to buy a fresh hen. Today he had to make a big pot of broth as the base material.

He was carrying a bag in his hand, containing an old hen with shaved hair, snow-white all over his body and polished internal organs. The chef is a pretty white fat man, and he is only in his thirties. He seems to be quite loyal to the chef's career. Maybe Uncle Kun paid him a high salary and was not busy. Just focus on one dish every day, because the most eaten here is noodles, and the others are called a business like "Hotou Zhiduoxing", which is indeed a waste of this beautiful piece of kitchen utensils.

Although Uncle Kun is sick, he has been a drug lord for so many years and is still very imposing. The chef is very respectful to Uncle Kun, the sick boss. I don’t know why he looks quite scheming. Although he doesn’t know Uncle Kun’s identity, he still feels that he must not be simple when he was young. Now, he is just a state of retiring and returning home.

Of course, the two of them had chatted, after all, Uncle Kun stayed in the restaurant every day, except boredom and boredom. When he was free, there was no better project except to chat and pass the time.

Uncle Kun told the chef that he was a drug lord behind the scenes and was manipulating a large drug trafficking gang. This is all the truth, but the chef did not believe it at first because it was too ridiculous. This is an honest and shy fat guy who has no pursuit of life. Such a simple life is sunny every day for him. He always smiles and is full of energy. He wants to do a good job in the restaurant to be worthy of the expensive salary that Uncle Kun gave him.

For some reason, when Uncle Kun talks with the chef, he always tells the truth, but the chef obviously reserves questions about the boss's words, and he will ask in his heart that it's too ridiculous. He even thinks that Uncle Kun has Alzheimer's disease, a serious dementia patient, but he has thought that at least until he dies, he will accompany him until the end, because this is a poor old guy.

The chef placed the cleaned old hen on the chopping board. After Uncle Kun smelled it, he nodded with satisfaction. "I smelled it without fishy smell. Today I can definitely stew a pot of beautiful soup, at least I should be worthy of this guy."

The chef came back from studying abroad and planned to develop abroad, but his mother needed him to stay by his side until the last moment of his life. It was obvious that he was a very filial and obedient child, but the chef did the same job everywhere, as long as the salary was high, it would be better if he was free.

Although he has a cooking skill, he is the only chef after all, so he can't use it. Every day, he will teach those waiters the extra time. He looks a bit scattered and cooked, so that they can not only serve the plate but also come in and flip the pot.

"But you have to put it in the refrigerator and freeze it for 3 hours first. After all, good health is the only standard for everyone to survive."

"Of course, but I have to fix my nails for it first, or it will have to be as you said." The chef took a universal knife and chopped off the old hen's feet. "Don't throw it away? Although there are only two, you can still chew it for a few minutes after braising it."

"You are the chef, you have the final say. I have to think of a way for my nutritious breakfast."

"I'll do it."

"I'll rust that way."

When Uncle Kun made a bowl of shrimp lean meat porridge, he was very satisfied with his work. For people of his age, a little thing would make people feel accomplished.

The chef was still busy inside. In addition to stewing a pot of delicious soup, he also had to be responsible for Chinese food and dinner. However, at that time, Uncle Kun would come naturally to help. If he was not busy, the waiters who had not arrived would be the same. In this simple but warm little restaurant, the chef seemed to feel the atmosphere in the "island bookstore".

"Uncle Kun."

Just when Uncle Kun put a homemade bowl of shrimp lean meat porridge on a white tablecloth, the location facing the gate had become his exclusive. He liked to watch the pedestrians coming and going outside the door without repeating it. Several waiters were young men and were particularly respectful to Uncle Kun because Uncle Kun never cared about their work situation, but the few little guys were also more conscious. The most important thing was that the salary was quite high.

Just as the day of repetition was about to begin, several dark figures suddenly blocked the sun goddess's shining. When Uncle Kun was about to send the porridge from the spoon into his mouth, he paused when he saw the face of the person in the leader clearly, and the lake water in his heart also lit a layer of ripples.
Chapter completed!