Doomsday Pavilion

"Huang Dashan, I say your grandma! Buy your uncle's bill!"

Gao Xuan pulled Huang Dashan aside, muttering words.

Huang Dashan responded um, oh oh,

"It's such a thing, you **** screamed early?"

"Did you give me a chance to speak out?"

"Hey~"

Gao Xuan leaned back to Men Kuang again,

"Ah, a misunderstanding, Lord Shan thought you were someone from the official hunting team, haha~"

This explanation is very pale.

I don’t know why, but I nodded in approval.

"That's it."

Huang Dashan:? ? ?

Why are you so? It’s not my uncle who didn’t understand it. What do you understand...

Snakeskin!

Gao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and greeted a group of "official hunting teams" with dazzling uniforms to sit down.

"What does Lin Zi have to eat this morning?"

Lin Chou asked in a low voice.

"your treat?"

Gao Xuan was inexplicable,

"No, please..."

Lin Chou blinked meaningfully and said loudly.

"Breakfast is over, now I can only order food."

Gao Xuan: "......"

brother!

Brother!

People are evolutionaries!

You are so close, no matter how small your voice is, will they listen to them as well as drumming?

If it weren't for the brother surnamed brother, who asked himself to bring him over, even Gao Xuan would think it was a fairy dance he played with the boss of the black shop!

What's this...

Seeing the situation, Lin Chou turned around.

"How come, just kidding, I'm going to prepare now."

The situation said,

"This is the boss of Lin Choulin? I heard that the food is done well?"

Lin Chou smiled and said nothing.

Gao Xuan was sitting on wax and didn't know how to answer this question.

Because this boss's tone just now felt a bit frivolous, as if asking a cook with better craftsmanship--but it's so important, boss Lin Choulin is more than just a cook. !

The situation immediately said again,

"Oh, I don't speak much, but what I like most is to eat, I found it by famous names!"

Huang Dashan held his chin to the side and pondered.

"The surname? What's the origin? I have never heard of a surname in the garrison. It seems like a pretty good faction! What is your own strength... so so-so..."

Shan Ye now has a higher vision, unlike the past, such a young Tier 4 low-level gave a so-so evaluation in his eyes.

He looked at Lin Chou--

"Yes, I thought it was a temperless guy, and it's dying."

Huang Dashan was relieved when he saw Lin Chou's move the **** swamp sheep out of his stomach, he ate a few nataka red bean berries and put the pits in his pockets.

Avoid the taste!

Huang Dashan knew how many buns Lin Chou had stored last time, enough to be steamed for half a year.

If it wasn't for the arrogant little temper, as for taking out the terribly stinky broken sheep, disgusting people.

"vomit..."

"What smell is this!"

"This boss is poisonous!"

Huang Dashan patted the things in his pocket and felt that life was really **** practical.

"Hey~"

Seeing that Lin Chou had entered a busy state, Lord Shan automatically assumed the role of understanding.

"This is amazing. Let me tell you. The selection is the swamp fox sheep that can only be found in the northern swamp and Luan Mountain for more than two thousand kilometers. You know, every sheep is smelly and different, you see This intestine is purple! Green! Yellow! Isn’t it pretty... Ah, this is a lamb, do you see the thickness? Hey, yes, this is better, this is diaphragmatic meat, which can swell to more than one meter Diameter, awesome! It's crispy when chewed~"

Waiting for someone, you look at me, I look at you, asked suspiciously,

"This, this... is it for cooking?"

Individuals whose resistance is almost inferior, have been retching.

Huang Dashan banged his chest,

"Baozi, the most popular breakfast steamed bun in Mingguang, is limited in supply, don’t you understand? Look up, everyone, the effect is written on it!"

He looked up neatly and uniformly.

Inhale air-conditioning neatly and uniformly.

"hiss..."

"This is still a medicated diet? What is written on it is really true?~!"

Huang Dashan smiled triumphantly.

"You'll know in a while."

At this time, scattered hunters came from the direction of Mingguang.

The hunters sneered as soon as they saw how many people were dressing up, sat down with a big thorn and took the rest of the light and stared at them maliciously.

——Approximately twenty people came, with all eyes from the corners of their eyes.

The people brought by the situation finally couldn't help it, and it was almost uneasy to be stared at by such aunt's eyes.

"Door boss...they..."

The situation waved,

"Don't take the initiative to make trouble."

"it is good."

What Men Kuang said before was not a lie. From Lin Chou's opening the fox's belly to the time he kneaded the dough and wrapped the mixed meat into the buns, he kept his eyes intent, and he didn't even cover his nose.

Steamed buns rely on a firepower. Large logs are the best. The fire is hard and long-lasting.

When the aroma of wheat in the steamer began to spread, the stuffing of buns was already cooked along with it.

"Wow~"

A series of sounds of pulling clothes and pushing tables and chairs scared the young faces brought by the situation. After all, they had just learned from Huang Dashan's mistakes, they all already understood that the hunter's attitude towards themselves does not seem to be an overnight hatred. , But the kind that has to be reported on the spot.

The sarcastic laughter of the hunters suddenly became louder.

"Hahaha!"

"Counsel."

"Tsk~ a rookie is a rookie~"

The condition of the door seems to have improved a lot at this time, and he picked up the square plate on the counter and lined up.

Lin Chou moved the steamer outside while the boss complained.

"That group of **** last night, just now everyone installed at least a dozen steamed buns, which made me steam a pot again. I only made a few eldest sons for a breakfast? This is all hard-earned money, alright! "

Everyone picked up the buns one by one,

"Yes, yes, yes, you have the ability to stay overnight, you have the ability to order food, eat buns is a bird's ability?"

"Listen to Mr. Lin, I tried the dishes again last night!"

"It's a pity, I didn't catch up, alas, who made me the night shift..."

Lin Chou took out a few distinctly cross-sectioned bacon and cut them into thin to almost transparent slices in minutes. These were all cut from the best cooked part at the bottom.

"Smoked pig, sweet taste, as usual 255, swipe the card and take it yourself."

Everyone laughed,

"Yes, but... if you don't give three hundred percent, two hundred and five are ugly."

"Can you do it? Hey boss Lin, 200 is okay!"

Lin Chou glared,

"It's okay, you three hundred or two hundred, so let's arrange it like this."

three hundred.

two hundred.

three hundred.

two hundred.

The condition of the door is stunned--

Huh, did you really give it that way? A bunch of weird flowers! From the boss to the diners are poisonous!

Several people returned to their seats happily, and the team's turn came to the door.

Men Kuang picked up a white and fat bun with thirteen folds,

"this is?"

"Buryat steamed stuffed buns," Lin Chou ordered the table, "If you want to smoke the pig, you can send the radish side dish, first swipe the card."