Ark Chef Lapland

You see, how happy the boss is singing there!

This is a feast of capital, a concentration camp of exploitation, and a breeding ground for labor disputes.

The angel stopped the motorcycle, trembling with the non-existent cloak, and his long hair hunting in the wind.

Next, she will open a bright page——

A non-destructive weapon of mass destruction made by Raytheon Industry for urban combat was held by her.

Unplug the fuse, throw it down the window into the Dali Tavern:

Super smelly bomb!

Squeeze my dog ​​labor to make money?

I will prevent you from doing business!

ps. Chen's sword is Chi Xiao. With the ten famous swords in my mind, I hit a shadow on it and corrected it.

Chapter 74-I'm Your Almighty Angel

Not only Yan Guo cuisine pays attention to color, fragrance, but also the taste of food from all over the world.

From shop decoration and lighting, to tables, chairs, and tableware;

From the matching of the accessories and the color of the ingredients on the plate, to the knife work and arranging the plate;

Many details, so that when you see it, you have fully mobilized your appetite.

The "appetite" in people's mouths, and at the same time, there are keen senses, willing to be more involved in perceiving the beauty of food.

Therefore, the peculiar smell at this time will be more sensitive and more ecstatic...

If a fragrant cake shop comes to a stall selling fried stinky tofu, the owner of the cake shop will definitely do everything possible to get rid of the latter.

The kind that doesn't hesitate to use a knife!

What's more, a super stinky bomb that is weapon-level, super concentrated with source stone technology, and a hundred times more terrifying than stinky tofu?

It has to be said that Neng Angel is the genius gunner of Sakota, and has excellent talent for bombing.

She calculated the time for the super smelly bomb, checked the position, followed the changing gap of the crowd, and accurately rolled to the center of the front hall before it exploded.

In the noise, the sound was not obvious enough.

But soon, the taste that spreads quickly and evenly has made everyone aware of the error.

"Who is this? Five years of brewing and three years of fermentation before releasing such a strong fart, right?" There was that witty joke at the beginning.

"Father, what is broken in your house?" Soon everyone began to question.

"This meal...I really can't eat it!" Someone got up and pushed aside the plate.

"Help...I can't breathe!" The crowd crowded towards the door.

In the faint green mist, the diners pushed and shoved, just wanting to breathe the fresh air outside earlier.

Quiaman is even worse.

At the moment when the odor was spreading, I was singing a high note and exhaled, so strong and strong that I inhaled a strong odor into my throat.

When even the bull's body shook, he stood firmly with the microphone, so he didn't faint.

Then it was discovered that the entire tavern was in chaos, and the passenger flow at the peak of his career had not lasted three days before it began to collapse...

He widened his eyes, looked at the momentarily empty front hall in despair, and pointed his fingers at the customers tremblingly, struggling to say something.

But because of the lack of oxygen in the brain, I took a deep breath, but the more I breathed, the more there was only a smell and no oxygen, and my body collapsed on the stage.

Ke Song covered his mouth and nose with his damp shirt, rushed up and picked up his old man: "Dad, hold on, let's get out first!"

Two people rushed outside.

Quiaman finally breathed in fresh air and took a breath.

Still unsteady, he yelled hoarsely: "You haven't checked out yet~ Stop all of them!"

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...

When everyone scrambled to escape from the source of the stench.

Dali Tavern was back on the street, and the angel knocked on the window, trying to attract the attention of her dog:

Before that, the silly dog ​​had noticed the drastic changes in the front hall, and the smell of closing the door in time did not spread into the kitchen.

But this natural disaster-like sight was already enough to make her stunned.

Are competitors preventing the rise of Dali Tavern?

Is the brain pumping younger sister trying to get revenge on herself?

Or is there a mysterious king of source stone insects who punishes himself for eating her offspring?

——She just used the leftover crab roe to make the ingredients for fried rice and lion head, and she ate a small bowl of it!

Just tens of millions of crabs, right?

Thinking about the black hand behind the scenes, Lapland moved his ears and heard a strange noise from the window.

Looking back, I saw Neng Angel looking at her proudly and invitingly.

Smart eyes flickered: Come and praise me.

This silly girl, maybe you don't know what happened?

Laprandla opened the window and said to her: "Sorry, you may not be able to eat dinner in this situation..."

"What dinner, I'll save you!" The angel took her hand.

Lapland was at a loss, but still jumped out.

After all, there are seams even when the door is closed, and the kitchen will soon fall into odor...

If the angel can pull her, she will run out.

"Wait, where are you going?" Lapland stopped.