Different World Development Manual

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One plate after another was empty, and one after another diners left.

The manager who was waiting for the diners to bring the ingredients back from the kitchen suddenly found that something was wrong. These guys are a rhythm that never returns.

They all said clearly with their eyes, they must cooperate, they must cooperate, but those guys let the pigeons go and muttered.

Ran?

The manager's assassin was sweating coldly on the back, and the entire shirt was attached to his back. He was sure that those guys were definitely running away, so he used such advanced eyes to communicate with them.

I thought they were the king of eyes just like myself, and the result was bronze eyes.

I don't know how to look and feel at all, which can't keep up with the rhythm of my king.

In this way, the king is afraid that he will become a dead person.

Watching the dishes on the table gradually empty, the manager followed the saliva while carefully observing the expression of the orc leader, while carefully fishing for him.

"This is the freshly cooked fish, you taste it, the entrance melts, the aftertaste is endless, Jiangzhou people's favorite."

The orc leader glanced at the manager ’s strange fish spoon with a hole in it, and grabbed it, grabbed it, opened his mouth, and bit it.

The meat is tender and delicious, and it is better than others. It can be said that he has eaten the best fish since he was born.

The orcs behind them swallowed madly, staring at the orc leader as if to say, "Leadership, let the little ones taste the freshness."

The orc leader grinned, picked up another fish in the bowl, and threw it away.

What is this called, this is called the belly, leading style.

The orcs suddenly snatched around the fish that was covered with garlic and covered with garlic.

What is this called, this is to increase the team's competitiveness, improve the wolf culture ... improve the orc culture.

After a while, the dishes on the table had been eaten by the orc leaders, empty and empty.

Duck intestines, fur belly, bloody,

Lotus root, potatoes, sliced ​​meat,

A wave of belly, paradise between the beasts.

The orc leader's leadership was still unsatisfactory. The greasy claws contaminated with hot pot oil and sesame oil grabbed the manager, and asked with a deep voice: "Is there any?"

With a strong bite of garlic, I don't know how many garlic grains the diners who used this bowl of oil dish put.

The manager has gone through the battlefield, how can his disgusting expression be expressed on his face, a flattering nod of his face, he said with a smile: "There are some, you want everything."

Although the language is unclear, the manager is a person who understands advanced eye contact after all. The battle between the two is a king-level battle. Which step the other party will take seems to be predictable.

The diners had already fled, and the waiter girl collapsed at the door in horror, and there was a stream of water.

If you want to add food at this time, you have to rely on yourself.

The manager squeezed out a pretty smile. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointed to the path leading to the kitchen at the back door, and said weakly: "Then ... Leader, I'm going to the kitchen to grab you food. "

The orc leader turned his head and greeted an orc: "You follow this guy."

"Yes."

Waiting for serving is always long, especially when there is only one person in the kitchen, and the person is not the kitchen staff but the front office manager. Down, plus the existence of the orc Debuff, serving The speed can only be slower.

The orc leader naturally did n’t know that the manager was ashamed at this time. Where would he grab vegetables? Anyway, there were many ingredients in the kitchen. Now that the kitchen people have run out of me, let ’s just grab it.

Look at the orc who monitors himself again, Mom, that guy is crazy to test on the edge of danger.

He stood by the frying pan and tried to reach out to remove the freshly fried crispy meat from the pan.

Looking at the orc's careful test of the temperature of the hot oil, the manager shook his head inevitably, forget it, too lazy to care about you, there are so many orcs uncle waiting outside.

Outside, however, the orc leader looked at the tumbling hot pot oil and heard the overflowing hot pot ringing, and Harazi couldn't help but shed it.

It ’s not enough to order food, I also want to hurry up in the kitchen!

As an orc foodie, the orc leader knows that the key to making the ingredients so delicious just now is the fragrant soup in the hot pot.

Pick up the colander and gently scoop it into the pan. There is nothing but the big particles of pepper and pepper and food debris.

The orc leader directly poured the contents of the colander into the end. The taste of chili pepper and hot pot oil stimulated every taste bud in the mouth.

Looking at the perforated soup spoon that was licked clean by himself, the orc leader was surprised. Do humans in this different world don't know that if the soup spoon is free, can't it contain delicious soup?

He threw away the colander as he spoke, and stood up with a slap, his eyes staring at the tumbling red oil soup pot glowing, the red soup was so beautiful.

My wasteland orcs are never slaves!

Except for gourmet.

There is magic in this pot of boiling soup that makes people ascend.

The leader of the orc picked up the tumbling hot pot, opened his mouth and drank "studdenly".

Pepper, pepper, plan, leaves, anise,

Broken brain flowers, old duck intestines, fish residue, tofu skin horns,

When the ingredients and food debris are packaged in hot pot oil and mixed together, the delicious magic that burst out instantly makes it difficult for the orc leader to resist.

The hot and hot hotpot soup ravages the orc's tongue, challenging the orc's limit of temperature tolerance.

But this red soup is really delicious. In that sense, the orc leader just wants to say: "Take another bowl!"

When the manager returned to the front hall with a dish of blue scratching, he was shocked.

Oh my god, is this orc crazy?

Did you even drink the hot pot soup?

It must be said that the orc's body is strong, from inside to outside.

The orc leader drank almost half of the pot of hot pot oil, and then handed the pot to the orcs behind him: "You also try ... hiccups!"

A satisfied burp, looking at the manager drunkenly, beckoned: "Trouble ... Trouble again, a pot of soup, strangers ... delicious!"

Yo, you are quite polite.

Although I don't understand, the manager He Xuren is also the king of eye contact.

The manager greeted him with a basket of lettuce apologetically: "Then, there is no more, the kitchen staff is gone, and I won't get the bottom of the pot."

It ’s better to eat some other dishes.

You have come to Jiangzhou for a long time. "

The orc leader glanced drunkenly at the manager and the orc who was behind the manager and his hands were blown red by the oil pan, and finally his eyes fell on the basket of lettuce in the basket.

A delicious dish after the soup?

My wasteland orcs are never slaves!

Except for gourmet.

The orcs will not pick on anything, raw and cooked, as long as they poison the dead, they will eat them.

And the lettuce and raw meat in this basket, looking from the top, it is definitely in the human kingdom, those nobles can enjoy it.

The orc leader grabbed a tender beef cut by a machine, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

The entrance melts, and the freshness of the raw beef makes the orc leader who was drunk and smoked after drinking hot pot oil suddenly come to the spirit.

Immediately endowed with a poem:

"Red soup, delicious.

Drink it, OK? "

What is this called?

The cultural man, a poet who makes swords, or a wild orc, is so romantic.

"Help!"

However, at this time, the waiter's sister called for help.

The manager and the orc who had just given a poem looked over and saw that the waiter was asking for help from a group of people.

The group of people are wearing weird colorful costumes and weirdos holding strange iron bars.

There are also elves riding big cats, holding bows, staffs, common, flying blades.

There are also priests, temple knights, witches, priests and magicians.

The most important thing is that the orc leader saw a familiar figure in that team: "An! Rui!"

Anrui helped the paralyzed waiter girl up and gave it to the CPA warrior beside him, turned his head, looked at the orcs in the hot pot restaurant, and exclaimed: "Chorus, 'Crazy Saint' Neel!"

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