Doomsday Pavilion

Wu Ke:? ? ?

Our researcher Wu is so stupid...

What is this called...

Cut the weeds and roots!

Do not keep the chickens and dogs!

Catch it all in one go!

Hurry up and kill!

Lin Sorrow, Lin Moumou, you are too much, you!

Wu Ke felt indignant while touching his belly as if he was pregnant in May.

Is it necessary? We've all become such aunts. We can't eat much at all. Is it really necessary?

And Kogun is obviously satisfied with the pot...er...the pot and the taste of the food in the pot.

Everyone heard the blast of air above the eaves, and they had obviously finished eating and dancing--or even digestion.

Master Billowing's happiness is the purest and most authentic. If you eat happily, Bengdi is over.

Of course, if someone Huang is on the scene now, he will definitely not be entangled with the question of one more spoonful of soup less than one spoonful of soup-there is a high probability that someone Huang will be extremely envious of the good teeth of Gungun adults again-after all, he himself No matter how awesome it is, it is only limited to licking the plate.

It's not worth mentioning when compared with the skill of Master Gungun eating dishes, it's too low.

Wu Ke looked at the egg dumplings and the clear soup in the bowl. The Basheng soup was white and the egg dumplings were golden. The bright colors and the warm steam gave people a warm feeling as if the soup was still boiling.

Of course, if Lin Chouken bothered to decorate it, such as using a little jade-white cattail, orange-red carrots, green onions and coriander, it should be more beautiful...

Boss Lin has never been willing to decorate and display dishes, it seems that these have become his characteristics.

Hmm, but this point is quite popular among the evolvers. They all feel that only the Xue family like Bafanglou is good at cooking like that. Good dishes just want to make them look like you can’t afford them. In their opinion, it’s full of them. It is the taste of disease-free groaning and hypocritical, really not in line with the unbridled and unrestrained style of our evolution.

Wu Ke tangled up an "egg dumpling" cautiously.

Okay, this shape is actually a siu-mai...

The egg dumpling skin on the seal is like a circle of soft streamers, beautiful and cute, and the full stomach is full of flavor.

But Wu Ke was entangled and entangled, and finally sipped a mouthful of soup in his mouth with a spoon...

Ok!

It’s said that the soup is good for digestion. Let’s take a bite to digest and digest the contents of the stomach~

"Suck."

Wu Ke's first feeling was fresh, unquestionably delicious.

However, the taste of the mouthful is completely different from the deliciousness of the meat. It is light, clear, and sweet, as if there is a kind of cattail soup made by Lin Chou sometime.

If you don’t have to look at it at all, and if you close your eyes and imagine, what Wu Ke's mind must have is a pan of milky white, thick, floating jade white cattail, stalk radish, and cloud-like fluffy egg velvet. , In short, it will not produce the old soup that is stewed in a pot of eight kinds of fresh meat.

"It's so clear... No wonder I feel so good when I eat fish..."

Now the only adjective Wu Ke can utter is the word "Qing".

Light and clear, the wind is light and the clouds are calm and comfortable, a mouthful of soup is still in your mouth, but it seems that people have been on vacation on the top of the cloud, and when you eat, it is full of moisturizing tenderness and warmth, just like a one Bowl of **** tea to quench thirst and cold.

"call..."

"If you were to choose, what would you serve with such a flavored soup?"

Su Yourong glanced at Wu Ke strangely. Why does he always have these weird problems...

"Ah!"

Su Yourong swallowed an egg dumpling, and the pupils of his big moist and agile eyes were rapidly expanding.

"Of course it is egg dumplings, why do you want to go with something else?"

Oh oh...

Wu Ke hugged his stomach and withered.

why!

Why I couldn't help it before!

Okay, now it's the master, but I can't eat it at all!

All kinds of suffering cannot be detailed, it is pain that cannot be said.

"Ah..."

Su Yourong ate another egg dumpling, and a little gold suddenly appeared in the deep pupils, and the pupils seemed to have a tendency to develop toward vertical pupils.

"Master, my master is so powerful, I really want to pick up the master to be a 100-meter sprint..."

Wu Ke looked at her,

"Sprint to the kitchen and lock up the master so that he can work overtime 24 hours a day to cook?"

"The mud plays well!"

When Su Yourong lived at Su's house, once ate the rare fried fish liver noodles with fish and veal matsutake soup.

Well, a particularly complicated Western-style color, the rarest of the raw materials is a non-toxic matsutake-almost non-toxic.

That was the first and only time Su Yourong had eaten a combination of fish and mushrooms. In addition to mushrooms, he had almost only eaten chicken cong and a few times.

This kind of three mushroom fish cloud egg dumpling refreshed the little girl's understanding of fish and mushrooms-what kind of delicious it should be.

The combination of chicken fir, hairy mushroom, and tricholoma mushrooms makes the mushrooms extremely complex and fresh to the next level. They are entwined with each other as if they are ignited, and behind it is connected a huge equivalent boom, which is the scalpel.

As the protagonist, the chopped fish velvet spearfish naturally showed its due qualities, including infinite and almost impossible tolerance.

Generally speaking, there is always a play between the ingredients and the ingredients. They are divided into protagonists and supporting roles, passers-by, A, B, C, D and D. They complement each other, but they must not be independent. The one who pays attention to is a monarch and minister. If the taste of many ingredients cannot be integrated, then the one Dishes can only be regarded as a hodgepodge of waste.

Like these three kinds of mushrooms and coilia, each is very, special, extremely prominent and completely different and delicious. Su Yourong thinks they get along too harmoniously...

It's almost like an old couple who has been living together for several lifetimes, turning the warm and monotonous chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea into a color of romance and happiness.

The reconciliation of taste has never been the pitiful simplicity of what you put in what you put into something—according to the cognitive level of Su Yourongjie, an apprentice, it is probably a complex height that she will not understand and cannot reach for her entire life. This thing is seriously beyond the scope of her brain capacity, or does she feel that her brain is completely unsuitable for these things? ?

The poor little guy is obviously flexible with his hands and feet. However, after more than half a year, he will still cut the same dish of potato shreds to the thickness of the finger and the thin tip of the needle. The potato shreds that are placed horizontally and vertically are also potato shreds. Leng is to give people a feeling that they are completely different ingredients and species, it is almost impossible to see the words "bad" on each shredded potato...

Su Yourong suddenly had a bold idea,

"So, Master, if I say I want to learn this dish..."

Lin Chou:? ? ?

Su Yourong realized that besides seeing the words on the potato shreds, he could also see the words on the face of the master.

Because Lin Chou's face clearly wrote:

Go ahead and cut your potato shreds!