Doomsday Pavilion

People always have something in common when they eat it.

Regardless of whether the basic taste of food is sweet, sour, bitter, spicy or salty, whether diners eat it or love it or not, they all have a say, and in a sense, their evaluation will be relatively objective and fair-except for eating, it is estimated that it is difficult See this phenomenon on other things.

A large part of the evolutionists pursue the boldness of eating meat and drinking in a big bowl. Although the beef and mutton cooked with bean curd is already deboned, it is just right and soft and tender enough to serve it in a bowl. It's as hearty as sucking noodles.

"I prefer lamb to beef,"

Zhao Erye said,

"To some extent, the mutton's mutton is closer to the satisfaction of human appetite, and it is the ‘freshness’ of red meat that people seek."

"It’s rare. Although you use beef, lamb, and chicken in this dish, the three or four ingredients are not completely confused after being cooked on a low fire for such a long time. They can be separated from each other. Each has its own flavor. Not to mention it's amazing."

Lin Chou smiled,

"This is called the small section can be lost, and the big section can't be lost."

"Xian, from fish to sheep, 鱻 is fresh, 羴 is fresh, and fresh is also fresh. The pronunciation of the three characters is naturally different, but it is indisputable that they represent the same meaning."

Lin Chou's food appearance is much more elegant. There is meat and soup in a head-sized translucent blue and white porcelain bowl, and grains of bean curd are floating in it. The fragrance of green onion has not yet arrived, but the coriander has been like a cold gun. ——Furthermore, as the boss, he can take out big old bowls of different ages, patterns, and appearances every time he wants. It can be said that the layout is fresh and unique.

Lin Chou sprinkled tender red peppers in the bowl,

"The unique volatile sesame oil smell of insect meat is slightly sharp. Only the spiciness of fresh pepper matches this taste best, but the slow-cooked doudan has now faded away from the tangling of beef and mutton. The edges and corners have become rounded and lovely."

"Sucking~"

Zhao Er swallowed a big bite of meat?

"Well, actually, it’s correct to choose the beef tenderloin to stew? But what is missing? Did you beat the oil in the broth too clean? Although the oil tastes the most? But it seems a bit light and not plump enough. I want to say, "Since they are all put, why don't you put the old duck and ham anymore? Oh, let's forget the ham. It is obviously not suitable for the taste of doudan? But the old duck is good. ?Rich in fat and strong fragrance..."

Lin Chou stared at him fiercely? The person next to him was snickering.

Huh? Who doesn’t know that Boss Lin pinches half of his eyes and looks down on ducks? Oh, I see ducks and feel like vomiting? Especially after spending so long in a crystal cave in a different space, he has transformed from a simple mental illness to a physical disease reaction. Hahaha...

"Ok..."

Zhao Er shrugged, and after devouring two large bowls of meat, he scooped himself a whole bowl of soup--and hadn't forgotten to skim off the surface oil.

"Tsk tusk, second master? Who just said that the broth is not plump enough and the oil is not heavy enough? Let the fat duck come?"

"Heart! Those who eat meat first and then drink soup are heretics! We are serious people who eat meat and soup at the same time!"

Erye Zhao raised his eyebrows?

"I..."

Count the ball? Endure it.

Following Lin Chou’s appearance, he put green onions and a few snow-white coriander flowers? He also put aside the devil's spicy that I don’t even dare to look at on weekdays—it’s not that Zhao Er can’t eat spicy food, but Lin Chou grows it here. The spiciness of each chilli on each seedling is different in the devil's spice that comes out. The difference is like jumping off a cliff. It is possible that you picked a spiciness of only 1. If you eat it and feel uncomfortable, pick another khacha and take a bite. , The good guy is 1.8 million spicy!

This is so deadly!

Almost every guy who claims to be spicy, not spicy or unhappy has jumped into this big pit on the top of this hill.

In Lin Chou's own words, mutant peppers will make life and death rich and rich. I don't need money and just pick peppers. What do you want to do?

It can be seen that not money is the bottom line of other people's products.

"Just this kind of bastard, I could kick them to death in one day!" Zhao Erye thought silently in his heart.

Fortunately, this bit of chili peppers gave Zhao Erye's face very much, and the spiciness was very suitable for him, just to the extent that his lips were tingling and the whole body was sweating slightly.

"Huh, warm your heart and stomach."

Zhao Erye ate a big bowl of soup, sweating all over, feeling that all the damp poison accumulated in his body during the hot and humid summer of Mingguang had evaporated with the heat.

Patting his belly, Zhao Erye's thoughts were clear, and he burped from the coolness of the tail to the sky.

"The whole cigarette, the whole cigarette!"

"Papa Papa~"

Countless cigarettes and lighters leaned in front of Zhao Erye's face, leaving SEI in his mouth.

Zhao Er had been accustomed to this kind of high-end treatment long ago, and he took every cigarette over, thanked him, and put it into an empty cigarette case that he could get a cigarette.

Su Yourong saw it,

"Humph!"

He felt that Zhao Erye was a big liar, a thief, and a sinner who was a prostitute.

However, the group of people who offered the cigarettes were laughing and joking, and they all felt that there was light on their faces-at this time, the cigarettes in their hands were held, and it would be embarrassing if Zhao Er skipped them.

Da Yue Xiong dragged Su Yourong away, educating while walking,

"Don't learn from them. The real strong never disdain flattery and flattery, and also disdain human relations. When you are strong enough, you stand in front of them, and they want to even lend you their wives to play..."

Lin Chou's eyebrows are erect,

"Red only!!!"

"Your overtime pay is gone!!!"

"Are you idle? Go wash the dishes for me! Only you talk a lot!"

Bao Er grinned,

"Boss, this can't work. A child feels that sooner or later Da Yue Xiong will be taught as a descendant of the Tiankeng Blood God tribe..."

"In the future, if I get tattoos and smoking sets, I will cut the human belly and set the bones at every turn..."

Lin Chou also had a headache. Those who are near Zhu are red and those who are near Mo are black.

This little girl will learn from whoever she guards. Recently, she doesn’t even like to wear her favorite little black gothic dress. She has always said she wants to go hunting in the mountains with Sister Dayue Hung and make animal skin pockets and animal skin skirts. ...

That's right, Da Yue Xiong wears an inner bust and a short skirt—that's a serious thing, should children remember to dress up?

Haven't you seen this evolutionary on Yanhui Mountain, will you get a nosebleed after a few glances?

Lin Chou sighed thoughtfully,

"It's still less homework..."

Bao Er was eager to try.

"Why don't I go back and get ten more potatoes?"

Lin Chou shook his head.

"Potatoes are no longer good, so there is no way to do the same problem."

"In this way, there are cucumbers, carrots, radishes, and others, just a few tons."

Bao Er banged his chest,

"Do you want taro? The skin is hard to peel, hard to cut, the meat is crispy, hard and slimy, not to mention shredding, even the slicing is hard."

Lin Chou expressed satisfaction,

"Just do it!"