Doomsday Pavilion

Qin Wuyong came to the booth and looked intently. It's a bun again?

A few days ago, the ill feeling towards Baozi has not disappeared. This will see the boss who offended his biggest benefactor again, and can't help but take a three-point contempt.

It's just a bun, it's just a flower, isn't it just a bun?

"Boss, how do you sell this bun?"

Xia Yu smiled, "One for ten circulation points."

Yep? Cute girl tactics?

Customers who had eaten buns readily paid, and each took some of them.

"Brother, let me tell you that you are right now. After eating this bun, you will be satisfied."

"That's it, this is the first time in my life I have eaten such a fragrant steamed bun."

The last woman's eyes were a little dazed, "Boss Lin's story is also good."

Qin Wuyong curled his lips, it turned out that he still had a meal tray.

This one-ten-a-point bun is cheaper than the decent donkey, so can you afford a meal?

"Bring me two buns."

Xia Yu responded and neatly dressed Qin Wuyong as buns.

Qin Wuyong said to the recorder behind him, "Brothers, have you seen the buns with ten circulation points? They are not small in size. I don't know if they have the same content. Brother Wuyou will try a poison for you first. Play it."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Shen Daru's reward floating up.

Qin Wuyong smiled, took the bun, and observed it first, "Well, everyone, look at the skin, it is slightly green, and the skin is smooth and translucent. It should be made of hot noodles, yes, I bet , The bun must have some kind of greens in it to get the color through... Ordinary buns, most of them use the soaked noodles to make the noodles. After steaming, the noodles are soft and strong, and the inside is full of soup and the buns The skin is fragrant, which can perfectly lock the juice and bring a rich taste..."

Shan Ye's eyes widened in surprise, "I said, who are you talking to?"

Qin Wuyong rolled his eyes, looking at Lord Shan’s eyes as if he was looking at the old hat that had just walked out of the mountains, “This is the latest model of recorder, and the real-time broadcast image is shown to my audience. Famous outdoor anchor, food hunter Qin Wuyong, nicknamed Useless Brother."

Shan Ye said, "Lao Zi Jianfeng Team, Huang Dashan, if you live enough, you can repeat what you just said in the same tone."

"..."

Qin Wuyong was stagnant. Did your old man eat explosives for breakfast today?

Qin Wuyong turned his face and waved his hand to let the recorder take a close-up shot of the bun, "Ahem, let's continue to look at this bun, uh, the technique of the bun is very... novice, not even, come on, let’s see One bun folds, one, two, three... actually thirteen!"

"As we all know, thirteen is an unlucky number. I am Ming Guanggen in ancient China. I pay attention to a good thing. Noodles are the best. To put it not exaggerated, in ancient China, the old people eat it for their birthdays. When the longevity noodles are opened, there is a whole ring that connects end to end."

"Well, there is a legend in it. In ancient times, steamed buns were food eaten by poor people. The bread in it was nothing more than wild vegetables, bad products, and even very little meat. The most primitive steamed buns were Fourteen pleats. Later, the chef felt that it was not beautiful. When making the buns, they pinched four more. The shape of the buns became full and the steamed buns became a lot bigger. They were big and delicious, and the business was much better than that of the other side. Later generations followed suit one after another, so the folds of the buns became eighteen, implying wealth."

"666, this wave of explanation has passed."

"Brother Wuyou is not really useless either."

The customers next to the stall looked at each other, this guy, a professional foodie, who can talk about a stuffed bun.

Qin Wuyong raised his head, "Dare to ask who is the boss? Can you explain why your bun is 13 folds?"

Shan Ye turned around, Nu Nu said, "Brother Lin, it looks like it's troublesome. Should we persuade people with morality or reason?"

Everyone is speechless, is there a difference?

"Hey, the difference is big." Shan Ye grinned and looked at Qin Wuyong maliciously. Do you persuade people? Haven’t you heard from the ancients that a big fist is the last word?"

So you have to convince people with your fists anyway, right?

Lin Chou smiled, "The Mongolian people in ancient times said: One commandment, two lacks three completes, thinks that all three must be done three times to be complete. When toasting to the guests, they must toast three bowls in a row. When the guests receive the wine, they must also use their ring fingers to make a balance. The thumb is presented three times to express the worship of the earth, the longevity sky, and the holy ancestor Genghis Khan. The Mongolians regard the numbers three, six, nine, and thirteen as auspicious, especially nine and thirteen. There is a sacrifice on the 13th of the month, and there is the belief of thirteen Buddhas. The bun is a round and perfect thing with thirteen folds. Why not?"

Qin Wuyong blurted out, "Buryat buns?"

Lin Chou nodded and smiled unabated.

Shan Ye said impatiently, "Do you want to eat or not? If you don't eat, get out of it, and delay Grandpa doing business. Can you afford it?"

The barrage flew up,

"Fuck this guy is too arrogant."

"Wu Useless Brother Fuck him..."

"Strong onlookers, I have a hundred points!"

Qin Wuyong curled his lips concealedly, if you can, why should your useless brother bear the humiliation.

The same is Tier 3, if you talk about eating, ten evolutionaries of the same level can’t eat him. Do you want to talk about fighting? It’s probably only for being rubbed on the ground, not to mention that it looks like it was killed in the wilderness all year round Ruthless.

Qin Wuyong had no choice but to smile, "Eat, why not eat, the famous Buryat steamed buns, it is said that they have been lost for hundreds of years, but I did not expect to appear here..."

Lost, naturally there are reasons for loss, not only natural disasters, but also man-made disasters.

Qin Wuyong took a deep breath and bit down hard.

The steaming bright yellow grease sprayed Qin Wuyong's body, and a large amount of grease dripped from the bitten skin.

"hiss!"

Qin Wuyong immediately blocked his mouth, ignoring his tingling tongue and stains on his clothes, and took a sip of the soup first.

As a self-proclaimed food hunter, how can you know that wasting food is the greatest sin.

"Well..."

Qin Wuyong's sucking directly brought out the stuffing of the buns, and fell heavily into his mouth. Instead of falling into a ball, it was squeezed into a strip, and all the teeth were still broken.

Great, great!

The fillings of the buns in the mouth are distinct, but they are mysteriously connected to each other, condensed but not scattered.

Obviously, the mouth is full of grease, but there is no greasy feeling. From the grease, you can clearly taste the fragrance of plants.

The barrage exploded again,

"I swear, I'm hungry when I see the look of Brother Wuyou!"

"Hey, don't patronize and eat! Tell me, what does it taste like?"

"No matter what the hell, I still have an invitation card in my hand. Wait, I'll go to Qinshan Martial Arts School."

"Hey, where did the buddies upstairs make an invitation? One invitation can take two people, I'll give a thousand points, please lead!"

"I'm sorry, we still have a family, and I want to go to the anniversary of Qinshan Wushu School, so let's find a way."

"Fuck..."

"You dare to openly hate, brothers remember this name, don't let us know who you are..."