Doomsday Pavilion

The old man Jie yelled,

"When do you think you can't chat, the water is cold, hurry up~"

The old man had already picked up the cup and was about to grab the small pot in Lin Chou's hand and poured it out on his own, looking worried.

Lin Chou avoided the old man's hand and said with a smile.

"Master, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

The old man rolled his eyes directly at him.

"If you don't eat my tofu, it will become frozen tofu."

Lin Chou said,

"This thing is very expensive and fragile. Now that the temperature of the water goes down, the ginseng flower becomes a tree root and cannot be eaten."

The old man looked very puzzled,

"Huh? Is it like this?"

He scratched his head,

"It's been a while since I ate this thing last time, and it's not such a way to eat it."

"Well, I really don't know how to do it, it's up to you."

Lin Chou said in a subtle way,

"Master, it's been a while since I ate Lamborghini last time, look..."

Old man Jie: "Ha ha da."

Lin Chou's eyebrows are all raised, so you can take care of your grandfather with everything, so you still haha ​​— da? ?

Boss Lin tapped the lid of the teapot rhythmically, knocking out a nice and rhythmic old echo, feeling the temperature of the tea gradually lowering in the small purple sand pot through his fingertips.

Several bystanders stared.

Well, Boss Lin like this seems to be a little handsome.

However, what they didn't know was--

In fact, Lin Chou was thinking at this time, don’t always listen to this and how many beeps and wait is such a wonderful process...

Nima is farting!

It looks so coquettish, but it's actually very sad and tormented.

It's useless to say anything else, even Lin Moumou is looking forward to it.

"Tap~"

Big breasted sister walked in through the front door, well, she was full of cold and cold negative emotions, and almost blurred the light in the cabin.

The big breasted sister’s scream made everyone sitting in the room tremble.

"Stupid, ignorant, aging male creature--I'm going to kill you!!"

After speaking, he rushed forward.

Lin Chou: (????)

Ye Yu: (a_a)

You: (￢_￢)

Wu Ke: (???)

The old man Jie was almost frightened of myocardial infarction on the spot by this strong woman of two and a half meters+++, with a face of weakness and collapse.

"You you you... what are you going to do..."

Big breasted sister responded without hesitation.

"you!"

Well, if it weren’t for the big-chested sister who licked the old man’s collar and lifted him up, and in her right hand she also held a three-meter-long sharp-edged gun that Lin Chou used to stab the heart when he murdered the super-giant monster. .

Perhaps the scene may be so charming and contemplative.

The old man’s face is green,

"You, you, you...you are a tiankeng...you can't be so unreasonable if you are a tiankeng...this is Mingguang! Mingguang, you know how to cut? The kind of male birth that will not be choked to death on the spot !"

Su Yourong suddenly forbidden her nose,

"What smells... so sour... so smelly..."

Wu Ke also sniffed vigorously, so everyone's eyes focused on Old Man Jie and Big Breast Sister.

Big breasted sister is extremely sad,

"That damn... I don't know what it is! It actually spit on me!"

Everyone found out that Big Breast Sister's hair and clothes were all wet, and the strange smell was obviously coming from the wet marks.

Wu Ke beeped undeadly.

"Spitting out... the displacement is quite big..."

Lin Chou rubbed his eyebrows.

Ok? Is the old man's mount...

If he remembers correctly, it should be the beautiful alpaca that came and went, right?

It is well known that the alpaca is a creature that seems to be very willing to spit on others at certain times...

It is said that this is a way of expressing friendly greetings? !

Lin Chou and Wu Ke pressed to persuade them.

"Quiet your breath, clear your breath."

"The old man is too old and can't stand the scare of this stuff..."

"Can't you poke a pair of them this time?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just the old man's thin body, this thorn can at least have a class on it!"

Su Yourong brought an old and thick cast iron pot from somewhere.

"Sister Chizhi, why don't you try this?"

Old man Jie's heart collapsed: "..."

Isn't it just a meal? This is life-threatening. What happened in just a few seconds?

But the big-chested sister put the old man down anyway, and ran to the side sulkingly.

Wu Keniao said to the old man quietly,

"If you're lucky, you know, you have to suffer because Lord Gungun is not at home, or who would dare to persuade you..."

Lin Chou sweated.

If Gungun this guy stretches his paws, he really may not be able to stop it-people are magic attacks in physics, and an invisible and intangible gravitational field is thrown past, so you tell me how to stop it?

After tossing so much, I have to say that the temperature of the water in the small purple sand pot is just right.

A cup of tea soup is poured into the cup, and a curling mist rises from the tea cup, and golden ginseng flowers wandering around in the soup. The faint ocean breath follows the shadow, simmering and brewing.

The old man Jie stared at the tea cup in front of him, instantly forgetting what had just happened.

"Hi... this smell... kind of interesting..."

The soup of boiled cabbage, the little fairy in the soup, can play a finishing touch on certain occasions.

The old man Jie didn't even smell the soup itself. What was tangy was the unique oily fragrance of ginseng flowers and the salty freshness of the sea.

The taste is so pure and astonishing, without a trace of impurities, just like a sea of ​​ocean shrinking in a teacup, with thousands of waves of smell.

After being infused with the soul, the ginseng flower stretched to every inch of the teacup along with the flow of water, and every strand of it was tightened slightly, bending at the tip to make a nice angle.

Lin Chou smiled and made a please gesture.

"Taste it."

This compelling ginseng tea is actually handed down from the father of Lin Moumou's father.

Well, Lin Chou felt that his old man should not do anything else, but simply pretend to be force.

The old man Jie pinched the small tea cup, placed it on the tip of his nose and sniffed gently,

"Wonderful!"

"What kind of flower is this flower?"

"The taste in it...well...what kind of material is it...there is no idea at all..."

Anyone who is knowledgeable can take care of the old man and make it difficult for him at once. Such a familiar taste seems to linger on his lips, but he can't remember it for a long time.

"It's not that complicated, it's not that many materials are mixed together, but..."

"Could it be that my old man is really old and can't taste what it's like to eat the rice in his mouth?"

With a tut, the old man took a sip of the soup in the teacup.

"Oh~!"

The old man squinted his eyes with enjoyment, and made a big movement in his mouth.

After a long while, the old man finally let out a breath.

"Fresh and refreshing!"