Doomsday Pavilion

When Huang Dashan opened his eyes and woke up, the sky was already bright, rubbing his aching forehead, "When is it?"

"It's afternoon."

Pat the willow table under the buttocks,

"Xiao Linzi's craftsmanship is good, this thing is quite comfortable to fall asleep."

Bai Qiongshou was so angry by Shan Ye,

"Do you **** know what you did yesterday?"

Outside the willow pavilion, there was a lot of greenery, Shan Ye stretched a lazy waist, grabbed a red bean fruit and ate two bites.

"Drink some wine... after that... slept for a while... don't remember..."

"Do you still know that you drank some wine?" Lin Xiaozi said you drank the colorful snake king wine. Are you crazy or wanting to die? How many lives do you have for Huang Dashan?"

Lord Shan shook his head nonchalantly, and hiccuped.

"Isn't Lao Tzu still dead? If you don't die in a catastrophe, you will have a blessing. Let the Lord see...Is Lao Tzu a fourth-order mutant already?"

"You are a ghost!"

Master Huang Da was agitated, he felt himself for a while, and yelled, "Fuck it~!"

"How could Lao Tzu's protagonist halo fail!"

He racked his brains, bribery and gift-giving, and finally almost drained his blood. He didn't get promoted?

"This is impossible, this is impossible!"

"Lao Tzu's sixth sense tells me plainly that there is a colorful snake king wine that can definitely break the order!"

Seeing Huang Dashan's appearance, Bai Qiongshou's heart couldn't help but start to mutter, this guy, could it be that the strange bird showed me silly, why did he become nagging when he returned?

"Then your sixth sense tells you that the halo on your head is the king of the world?"

On Lin Chou's side, the system prompts to refresh on time.

"Friendly reminder: The last day of this month is about to pass. The boss's little secret mission is updated. There is still ten natural months for the completion of the big buck mission.

"Current turnover, total circulation points: 56759953, total points: 26750053.

The zero-level store business quota has been met, currency measurement: 46675953/1000000, points measurement: 26750053/1000000.

Failure to complete the basic turnover of the month will be punished according to the missing proportion. At present, the part of the exceeding turnover will be rewarded: all attributes +68, random reward, magic plant mutagenesis catalyst*1. "

The Qianhaowan bet at the beginning of the month alone cost Lin Chou 27 million. Coupled with the 10 million deposit from the Research Institute, the small library's turnover this month will reach more than 40 million circulation points.

Although the long string of numbers seems to make the scalp tighter and the adrenaline secreted sharply, except for unstable factors, Xiaoguan’s income has actually not grown gratifyingly.

The 10 million yuan in the research institute and that big bet don't happen every month.

There was a gleaming golden light in Lin Chou's eyes, and it was absolutely impossible to go on like this, he had to find a way.

....

Early the next morning, Lin Chou prepared all the ingredients needed for the morning meal.

The staple food is the scallion pancakes named by Master Sagong, who was able to enter the small restaurant menu through a small secret mission. Speaking of which, the energy of the scallion pancakes is bumpy enough, it can be called sad scallion pancakes!

The scallion pancakes are served with a rich and mellow pork blood soup, plus a small plate of vinegar-soaked amaranth and red pepper, ensuring that anyone who comes to this kind of breakfast will be full of energy. .

The soup was rolled away in the large cauldron, the scallion pancakes were baked and placed in a bamboo basket. When a guest came in, Lin Chou asked for some cakes, then served a bowl of soup and served a plate of side dishes.

When it's Lord Shan's turn,

"Oh, this kid has gotten his way today, and finally knows that the soup and the cake are the perfect match?"

Lin Chou said that he had no pressure on the pig blood soup with steamed buns for breakfast, but he finally fulfilled the little thoughts in the hearts of a few people.

"How many cakes... Um? Leng Han?"

As soon as he raised his head, Leng Han was looking at Lin Chou with eyes as clear as ice crystals.

Today, she no longer wears that dazzling dress and long skirt, but a simple lady's shirt with jeans, and boots with crooked legs that make her legs amazingly slender.

"Ahem, why are you here..."

Although Leng Han's face was cold, but the corners of her mouth moved slightly, it should mean that she had already laughed.

From behind, Zhao Ziyu with a dirty face was pulled out, "Take him home...any two scallion pancakes, two bowls of soup, and two dishes of side dishes."

"Oh! Take it..."

When a few guests sat down to eat, Huang Dashan picked up a bright red pepper from the small dish.

"I only have two peppers??"

That tone and tone are like asking why there is no beef in Lao Tzu's beef noodles.

Everyone thinks that you are not going to lose your share, and a few chili peppers have to be preoccupied.

Uncle Huang pointed to Leng Han’s small dish,

"Why does she have so many?"

Lin Chou choked silently, faintly said,

"There are more peppers, so naturally there are fewer other dishes."

The plates are only a tiny bit as big as the bottom of the bowl, so naturally they can't hold much.

Huang Dashan said, carefully studying the food in front of him.

"It's too much, not too much..."

After Master Huang made such a show off, everyone who was a regular customer didn't know what the bad water this product was doing, hehe laughed.

"Boss Lin, let's have another pork blood soup. Don't be spicy with more ham and more pork blood!"

"Boss Lin, can I add meat after the soup is finished?"

"Boss, can you pack it?"

"The brothers in front have passed them, and you want to pack them away after eating them?"

...

Young Master Xiao Zhao stood up frustrated, "Brother Sorrow, I will wash first later..."

Persevering... How many days have you been? Anyway, Young Master Zhao didn't escape the claws after all, and the one who should come is still to come.

When the two came to the back, Master Xiao Zhao broke out.

"Lin Chou, you are too much. The young master at a loss treats you as a friend, but he didn't expect you to betray me."

Lin Sorrow, "..."

"I gave you all the belongings. You didn't even give it to me even once, but you secretly told my grandfather the news that I was hiding in the back mountain?"

Lin Sorrow, "???"

"If you do this, your conscience won't hurt!"

"I was caught by my cousin this time, and my young master's fame was ruined in one go. Faceless facing Jiang Dong's elders...Ahhh, my young master doesn't want to go home!"

"Forget it, that's the end of the matter, it's useless to say more, Lin Chou, you must remember that it was you who owed me Zhao Ziyu!"

Zhao Ziyu raised his foot and patted Lin Chou's shoulder. By the way, he walked the snow-white towel from his shoulder and wiped his face, shaking back to the dining room step by step.

Lin Chou thought for a long time, snorted, shook his head, said to the stinky boy, and continued to be busy with the new customers.

After finishing this breakfast, the small hall should be cleared. This is one of the reasons why the research institute is willing to give high compensation.

The notices respectively from Lin Chou and the research institute have been posted outside the door for two days.