Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou checked the system at the counter, and the current task completion rate: 034/100.

Sure enough, the same person is not counted in the same dish. Leng Han ate two dishes, so it was 34.

A group of people ate and drank enough, and began to wonder about the wine Lin Chou used to marinate wolf meat.

"Little boss, compared with your wine, Qingquanshan has become swill. Take out some so that the big guy can see and see?"

"Yes, that is, don't hide your personal information, how much is it? Everyone gather together and come to the altar!"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes, I still want to have a bite to try!

"This wine cannot be drunk by a Tier 1 evolutionary."

"Hi, so powerful?"

Huang Dashan is struggling again "Give me a ball! Little boss, I'm a second-order!"

Everyone glared.

Lin Shou's expression was faint, "One thousand five to one altar, either?"

Huang Dashan persuaded him. He had spent several years with a Tier 1 Advanced Card, and a little bit of circulation had been smashed into various original items. He really didn't dare to think about 15,000 an altar of liquid gold.

"Hahaha!"

Everyone ridiculed.

"Little boss! I'm a second-order! Give me a ball!"

"..."

Lin Chou feels refreshed and relaxed. The scarlet letter "Congratulations to the host for successfully making recognized dishes ~ Toothy Wolf Sashimi, the first successful production to enjoy the special effects of 120% of the dishes, all attributes +2, in view of the future apocalyptic chef **** The dignity cannot be lost, and some negative effects can be avoided.

Lin Chou twisted his neck and made a creaking bone creak. This kind of escalation of pleasure was like a tidal wave.

Huang Dashan could no longer hear everyone's ridicule, his eyes fixed on a spot behind Lin Chou.

Leng Han walked out, with a half-length hair drenched in her ears, her complexion was as sparkling as snow with water droplets, the camouflage uniform was no longer on her body, her upper body was only wearing a tight elastic vest, her waist was tightly gripped, and her abdomen was lined with a waistcoat. The texture is like an oil painting, showing a thrilling S-shaped curve.

The trousers of the camouflage uniform were soaked in water and clung to the legs, and the high-tube military boots were jet black and shiny, and a bold and heroic beauty came to the face.

Lin Chou remembered the discs he had seen before the cataclysm, acting as a female soldier, the kind of heroic, sonorous rose, just exactly the same.

The sound of gulping saliva, as the saying goes, is beautiful and delicious. It seems that this group has just filled their belly with salt-baked chicken, and their brains are full of muscle and women hunters-they are hungry again!

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, a messy gaze was immediately shot out.

"Gudong" swallowed his bald head, his eyes were about to fall into a deep valley.

Leng Han's face turned black. In the next second, he made a scream of "Oh" from his bare hair, fell on the ground and convulsed, foaming at the mouth.

Sweeping around, the people in the room disappeared in an instant.

"Ha ha."

"Go now, little boss!"

"Tomorrow, I will bring friends!"

You can't run without running, it's so scary!

Those who understand the situation can't help but think of the legend about the famous military terminator:

It is said that there is the son of a boss in the base city management, the mutant second-tier low-level, he can be regarded as young and has a deep background. Ever since he met Leng Han in the military hunting team of the garrison, he has never forgotten and started crazy with her. Leng Han was too late to pursue the pursuit, and for a time it was a riot, and everyone knew it. Some people said that Leng Han had succumbed to the power of his son, and some said that Leng Han had to withdraw from the military when he was pregnant. Some of the hunting teams said that Lenghan was in power, and only then did they become the youngest lieutenant colonel in Mingguang Base City.

Leng Han learned about these rumors somehow. Her method of handling was very simple. In front of thousands of garrison soldiers, she kicked the boss’s son and vomited blood for three liters. Later, according to an insider, the boss’s son Injured to certain key positions and can no longer hold his grandson. Mingguang Base City is afraid that the largest **** in history, the second-order senior mutant father-in-law, will appear.

Lin Chou blinked, shaking off the string of cold sweat on his eyelashes, "Next, let's not take this as an example."

Leng Han gave him a white look and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I am leaving!"

Lin Chou is stupid, did this lady smile at me just now? ?

...

Being the boss of a restaurant is actually very boring. When there are no guests, you have to wash the greasy dishes with cold water.

Especially in this era when soap has become a luxury item, some people once thought of following the wisdom of the ancestors, washing clothes with mutant saponins once, and as a result, even their hands were corroded.

The system stipulates that the dishes used by customers should be used in cold water, boiled in hot water, and rinsed in cold water a third time. Lin Chou has no idea what the Erhuo system is going to behave. Why can't the order be changed? Isn't it easier?

The answer is "stupid lower primate".

End the topic.

The fat-headed pigeon was brutally killed. Thirty-five pigeons were wiped out in two days. One-fifth of the whole chicken flock was panicked. The only red-crowned young man in the flock stomped on his madness for a whole day. It is estimated that they are afraid of genocide and want to create a group of offspring. They are so tired that they lie on the ground and breathe more and vent their breath.

Lin Chou walked through the portal to the 11th market to buy some rice noodles and clear oil, stir-fried the fangs and wolf intestines, and a bowl of rice solved the dinner problem.

After the next day, the people who had eaten the salt-baked chicken really brought a group of people. In the ending, some people were happy and some were worried, some broke the ranks, some broke the ranks, and some people simply gained a little strength and left melancholy.

On the fourth day, Lin Chou finally completed one hundred satisfaction surveys.

A festive big red roulette appeared on the retina, divided into seven color interfaces of equal size, without any text description.

"A chance for a low-level lottery draw, do you use it?"

"Yes!"

The pointer of the roulette spun frantically, and stopped in the green area for three full minutes.

"Lower Lottery, Green, Prize: [Thousand Year Pure Fragrant Wood Seasoning Box*2]"

The two sets of "Pata" seasoning boxes fell on the operating table, like jade, exuding a faint fragrance. There are eight small boxes on each set of seasoning boxes, arranged in two rows, of course, they are empty.

"Dip, temporary task: As a future chef, how can I leave the kitchen seasoning box empty? Please prepare the seasoning as soon as possible, the task countdown, 23:59:59. Failure penalty, random attribute points -1. Task reward, cold A set of iron knives."

Life is to a coffee table full of tragedies. If possible, Lin Chou hopes that it will be full of all kinds of hideous controlled knives, and the two goods system will be cut through thousands of dollars.

Lin Chou was troubled by the rhetoric of "being the future **** of cook" Barabala.

"Do you know how expensive the seasoning is?"

"Please complete the task as soon as possible, the task countdown is 23:58:55"

"Do you know if you can't buy 16 kinds of seasonings even if you sell my broken shop?"

"Please complete the task as soon as possible, the task countdown is 23:58:23"

roll! ! !

Lin Chou felt that the rewards for each mission in the two goods system were huge pits, and one day he would use his life to fill it, but it might not be able to fill it.

On the 11th market, don’t talk about the 16-minute seasoning. If you are full, you will be able to have salt and sugar. If you are lucky, you may be able to buy one or two peppers that have not changed.

To buy these things, you need to go to the No. 3 Market in the Outer District.

The reason is not because the pursuit of food or hedonism is so gorgeous, but this is the end of the world! TM Most animals and plants have mutated!

For example, the dear man who washes clothes with mutant saponins!

Picking these magic plants is no easier than single-handedly picking up alien beasts, and it is even more dangerous!

Salt, sugar, chili powder, these are all within acceptable limits.

Seeing a stall selling sesame peppers, Lin Chou ran over and asked, TM 4000 is around one or two. The stall owner said that people chew one of this stuff and the effect is better than anesthetics, and it can’t be used to treat traumatic injuries. I bought one or two for the fragile heart that had almost myocardial infarction. After all, the stall owner saw that Lin Chou had bought a lot, so he took the initiative to reduce it by 500.

After turning around, Lin Chou saw a place that sold soy sauce, fermented soybeans and salt. Soybeans Lin Chou had eaten. They were not much more expensive than rice. He just bought a barrel, and the system was in yellow letters. TM is not good! Solid seasoning is necessary, the small box does not contain liquid!

It's not that I can't pretend! It's not pretending!

After wandering around in the No. 3 market for several hours, I finally bought 16 kinds of seasonings, whether there were variations or not. After calculating the money, I spent 39,600 circulation points. These days, I sell salt-baked chicken. The money, the money for the toothy wolf sashimi, received a monthly subsidy of 7,000 points, plus Lin Chou's years of savings, a total of more than 50,000 points, more than half of them were killed at once, and only less than 10,000 were left.

Lin Chou was holding his chest, tears streaming down his face, and he was about to write another poem with his body buried in flowers.