Doomsday Pavilion

It is easy for an evolutionary to lack passion at any time except for the wilderness.

However, even evolutionary people can’t play their lives in the wilderness all the time. After all, there are still more normal people in this world. There are too few sturdy guys like the wandering demon. Every individual will be tired, but dogs. The king does not.

Even if they eat a meal, the evolvers are like this, always let them stare at a dish or a few dishes to eat, the evolvers will soon be aesthetically tired, otherwise it will not be spicy. Duiren took over Huang Dashan's class, and Lin Chou got a bite of a new dish every time he came out. This kind of thing was like a major holiday.

This group of guys just lack passion and freshness, and they are not lacking in mind.

Fortunately, they didn't dare to hit the red-spotted flying fish that Leng Han brought back, instead they changed their methods to boast:

"Hey, this fish is as beautiful as a work of art."

"That's it, this little appearance is too exquisite."

"I'm afraid it's not the fish with the best appearance in the entire black sea, right?"

The secret meaning is not that I can't eat you, Boss Lin doesn't even want to eat, just put that "appreciation".

In short, this group of guys are very bad-minded, and they don't have a good thing. This can be regarded as a daily life for Yan Huishan in addition to urging new dishes.

Lin Chou was too lazy to take care of these guys, and served old Zhao Xiao Zhao Lenghan with new dishes such as eggplant, three mushroom soaked fish and cloud egg dumplings, and Xiao Zhao ordered an extra order of meat and swallow skin. This pair of Lin Chou came to Lin Chou. Said it wasn't any problem.

Lin Chou is also very fond of dumpling wrappers and wonton wrappers. It is cooked in a pot of dumpling soup. Even if there is only a mix of garlic and soy sauce, it feels more delicious than dumplings...

Zhao Ziyu regained his spirit at this moment, muttering some very childish rebellious words, and angrily said that this time running away from home was an accident, and he will definitely think carefully and make plans in the future. Freedom will come tomorrow.

Before saying a few words, Leng Han and Lao Zhao pulled one ear directly into the air...

Old Zhao coldly hummed, took a few big mouthfuls of egg dumplings, and sneaked out a scimitar-shaped wine naan from his arms, poured a few sips into his mouth, and exhaled comfortably.

"Hi, no wonder the chef at Lao Tzu's house is coming here to steal the teacher every day like a chicken blood. The delicious egg dumplings are just ridiculous!"

Bao Er, who had been silent for a long time, didn't know which nerve was wrong, so he said suddenly,

"Then you are always willing to buy raw materials of this level for the kitchen. I think the problem may not be the chef's craftsmanship... uh... you... you just treat it as if I didn't say no.. ."

"Why?" Lin Chou's nose is not his nose and eyes, not his eyes. "Master Zhao, you are too much, don't you know about freedom of speech? Why are you still threatening my employees?"

"Humph."

"Naive!" Zhao Ziyu squinted at Father Zhao.

"Humph."

In other words, Zhao Qingcang can be regarded as a model operation for old children and small children, and he is always naive and refuses to admit it.

His old man could even quarrel with Zhao Ziyu for a whole day, and did nothing else. The two of them moved a small bench and sat under the shade of a tree to quarrel.

"There are truce time, lunch time and tea time in between!" Zhao Ziyu added.

Zhao Qingcang's blush was almost transparent.

"Thief Sun! You are looking for death!"

Zhao Ziyu immediately connected,

"Grandpa! Are you hitting me?"

Zhao Qingcang: My Nima! !

At this moment, Lin Chou took a large plate of things and turned it out from the back kitchen.

"White chicken, beautiful, the meat is cooked and the bones are not cooked, smelling the aroma, these three-yellow chickens really deserve to be grown up on the big red-headed centipede. Good quality is not good."

Boiled chicken, three dips and three mentions of boiled water, no seasoning except for onion and ginger, it can be regarded as one of the few dishes that can highlight the quality of chicken most. Those who dare to serve are all because the boss is extremely confident in the quality of the ingredients. In this case, the more face-to-face restaurants, the more so.

More than that, in some restaurants that specialize in white chicken breasts, two long and flat chicken **** are taken out separately, and the wheat ears are cut with a knife, and they are specially placed on both sides of the wings. The guests have eaten the chicken **** first to confirm the quality of the chicken. Other parts can be seen.

Lin Chou pointed to a few small plates and said,

"This is scallion **** juice, this is garlic juice, this is fish sauce, this is paste of chilli water celery and coriander, and there is a sesame oil dish over there."

Old Zhao waved his hand.

"Give Lao Tzu the whole mountain pepper oil and add your devilish hotness~"

Lin Chou squinted Lao Zhao-why is this old guy suddenly brave?

When Lin Chou came back with two bowls, one large and one small, Zhao pointed to the big bowl and asked.

"Boy Lin, are you again trying to figure out what good things to eat for yourself, without paying tribute to Lao Tzu?"

Lin Chou helpless, put the rim of the bowl down a bit,

"Do you always eat this thing?"

In fact, Lin Chou temporarily thought of the taste when he first adjusted the mountain pepper oil, so he used the mountain pepper oil to mix it with chicken blood for his whole life. Since this thing is completely unacceptable to most normal people, he didn’t. I was going to say that I was ready to "swallow" directly, and who knew that he was being spotted by the shameless old man, Mr. Zhao.

"Pig blood?"

"Chicken blood!"

"Hi, good stuff, good stuff, has the cockscomb blood spotted in?"

"...No"

Lin Chou was speechless.

The most serious purpose of the cockscomb blood besides curing diseases and jumping the gods is to crush the cemetery, right? Serious people who eat cockscomb blood!

"Then you can get your soul with mixed chicken blood," Mr. Zhao yelled with disappointment, his saliva almost flowed out, "Bring it, I will help you taste and appreciate the craftsmanship of your little things that are authentic and not authentic. ."

The most authentic method of so-called raw chicken blood is nothing more than a little salt. When the chicken blood is half solidified, cut into pieces, stir in coriander, water celery, mint and other wild vegetables, and use the excess peanuts or soybeans to increase the flavor. , And then finished with the paste of chili, the entrance is spicy and fresh with fishy, ​​wild and straight-headed, but Lin Chou added fresh mountain pepper sprouts and mountain pepper oil in it.

Scooping up a spoonful, in addition to the gift seasoning and side dishes, the dark red chicken blood tofu with scarlet inside is a whole product that has not been blanched at all. Almost everyone present has their eyebrows twisted, expressions inside and out. It was full of resistance to Ru Mao drinking blood.

Old man Zhao has a sweet-hearted expression,

"Sucking~"

Even the sucking action and sound made me super ecstasy.

Zhao Ziyu is the closest person to Zhao, and the one who doesn't give face the most.

"Oh~"

The little guy almost vomited out, retching several times.

"My grudges and complaints, old man, is our old Zhao family bankrupt?"