Doomsday Pavilion

The situation, dude, didn’t even notice that there were only four square and square emerald-like radish side dishes in the small plate. Years of experience told him that there is an 80% chance that this thing is just good-looking. Maybe it’s just a good-looking thing. The black heart ghosts are also catalyzed by the hormones purified by the magic plant.

"Will it be delicious?" The steamed bun was a little hot, and Men Kuang poured the steamed bun in his hand. "Well! It has the taste of cheap wheat flour, the aroma is good, but the gluten is not enough, the ground is fine enough..."

"Oh~"

The group behind made a weird sound of yin and yang-this guy was afraid that he would be reconciled to the thirty-eight-ton old punch of Boss Lin, tusk.

Lin Chou's face was still smiling.

He didn't mean to be angry at all, and he even wanted to drink Bing Kuo Le a little bit.

"This is the wheat flour milled by Chengnan Farm itself. The yield of short pile wheat is not high, and it tastes very sweet."

At first glance, it looks like a pampering foodie, the wallet must be very generous, so it must be tiring to repack it in your pocket...

The situation looked at the buns,

"Can I try it?"

"you are welcome!"

Men Kuang took a bite of the bun,

"Hi...I'll go..."

The gravy and grease that were caught off guard overflowed with my mouth-what if it could be sold as a soup dumpling in the black heart shop before the cataclysm!

The scalded teeth grinned, a mouthful of incense, and even the belt stuffing was pushed back and forth in his mouth, and he couldn't get down his throat.

He whimpered in a surprised tone,

"Dead face? This bun is dead face..."

I didn't even notice that the bun was dead, so I talked to the boss about the gluten of flour! It's all dead ends, what's more gluten...

I was negligent and careless. I didn't even notice that the bun skin did not smell of fermentation.

Men Kuang blushed a little, and there was only a piece of skin left in the two big buns in his hand. After putting them in his mouth, Men Kuang clapped his hands.

"Thirty more for me, I'm eating fast, I didn't taste it!"

Evolved, it’s not a problem to eat a hundred or eighty of this kind of buns.

The situation is still reminiscent of the taste in the mouth, the oil is full, the meat is very fragrant, but it does not feel greasy at all. It seems that there are several ingredients he has never tried in it-especially those two... or three. Vegetables have a peculiar taste.

Lin Chou pointed behind him,

"I only have fifty or sixty in this cage."

When Kuang turned his head, the people behind him looked at him with grimace and evil intentions.

"Uh..."

You need half of a cage of steamed buns?

If you have the ability, you can try it and see if the big guy can punch you all the shit!

After getting off work, I ran here in a hurry, not just for the cheap and affordable salt-baked chicken and pork blood soup and big buns this morning...

What do you mean, kid! Baoyuan?

The situation turned around silently, and wanted to struggle a bit.

"We... there are more than ten people..."

Just listen to the messy sounds in the back of my head and fry the pot,

"Calendar! Is there a mine at home?"

"Fart, what kind of buns do you eat if you have a mine? Two million bowls of Taipingyan are beckoning to you, hey~"

"Does this kid understand the rules? You just line up for a dozen people?"

"Go back and hammer him!"

Men Kuang apologized to the person behind, then stretched out a slap,

"Five, I want five."

He brought a chicken, five steamed buns, a dish of radish, a bowl of soup, and returned to his seat with a wry smile.

Before coming here, I listened to my family’s warnings that all those hunters were not friendly, and they didn’t blink their eyes in fights, murders, and arson.

If he hadn't strongly opposed him, the family could provide him with a regiment of bodyguards.

I don’t understand the situation. The big guys are speaking of a nature, just one official and one private. With this kind of background, are they guilty of hating each other so much?

The official hunters brought by the situation are a bit unpleasant,

"Boss, this is too bullying..."

"That's right, a group of second and third-order little wretches, I don't know if they all thought they were all sixth-order bosses."

"Go ahead, boss, throw them over!"

Asked about the situation,

"Knowing that they are up to 2nd and 3rd ranks, will you vent your anger if you win? Is it honorable?"

"..."

"A team of well-equipped third-tier official hunters gather to fight with a team of private hunters in the wilderness. If you don't want my face to pass out?"

"..."

"You guys, learn more from the soldiers under Brother Zheng, and let me **** less."

"..."

Finished talking about the situation, put the square plate on the table,

"Every day I listen to people talking about how this small restaurant is, and my ears are almost getting calluses. Come on, try it with the big guys, brother Gao, you too... eh... what about the people of Gao..."

The end of the team that had been discharged outside stretched out a hand and shook it embarrassedly.

"Line up for dinner!"

"..."

Men Kuang took out a knife from his waist and cut each bun into four evenly.

"Well, let's taste the taste first."

"Wow~"

After the steamed bun was cut, the orange fat mixed with the gravy immediately filled the bottom of the plate, and the aroma bombarded the nose of a table of people like a bomb.

The situation and the ten or so members of the official hunting team looked at each other.

"Fuck..."

"This smell is too fragrant!"

The situation forced himself to chew slowly, carefully feeling the flavor of every inch of stuffed buns.

(It's amazing, how many kinds of meat are put in this stuffed bun, how come it seems that none of them are familiar to me.)

(This vegetable is wild vegetables, wild onions and a little bit of wild leeks, it seems crude but the ratio is very fine, the taste and the fusion are just right.)

(How can it be done with so much gravy?)

A steamed bun, a question mark full of forehead.

"Crack~"

Especially the stuffing of buns seems to have a lot of strange diced meat evenly distributed.

The crispy elastic teeth are full of juice, as if using an alternative way to portray the image of the bun in a three-dimensional way.

Huang Dashan asked with a smile on the table next door,

"How?"

The situation is a bit dull, so he asked,

"This stuffed bun..."

Huang Dashan said with a smile,

"I don't know. Diaphragm meat, minced lamb, wild horse meat, and slab sausage are not common cooking ingredients, especially this slab sausage, I tell you, it's very good for men!"

"?"

"Ten men and nine hemorrhoids know how to cut. The remaining one either often rides horses or eats slab sausage!"

"..."

The situation was dumbfounded, so he tried to get a word hemorrhoids out of his mind.

"Buryat buns? They are amazing. They can be made into buns with raw materials that I have never heard of, and they are unexpectedly delicious."

Shan Ye smiled contemptuously,

"Young people, they should read more to increase their knowledge..."

Shan Yekoumo flew to Men Kuang to popularize the long history and short stories of Buryat steamed stuffed buns. The talk was endless, and I was stunned by the state of the door.

——These are what Shan Ye heard from Lin Chou and the diners, and now they are used to pretend to be just in time for the situation.