Doomsday Pavilion

Leng Han, who hadn't said a word since three hours ago, didn't even dare to approach Zhao Ziyu, for fear that he might accidentally annoy his cousin and cause him to lose his life.

Until Lin Chou brought two dishes on the table,

"Pickled fresh, steamed on fire, slow use."

There are many nataka red beans that can absorb the taste in the dining room, and there is no smell wafting out for three hours.

But before the three of them saw the true face of the dish, they couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of water.

Lin Chou is very knowledgeable about this: So why did you say that waiting is good for mankind.

Xiao Wu stretched his neck on another table very sadly, his mouth opened like a hippopotamus in estrus, and he didn't dare to come close.

Lin Sorrow said,

"Come here too and eat together."

Wu Ke was stunned, and pointed to his nose, "Me?"

Zhao Ziyu said impatiently, "What about the ink, come here if Brother Chou asks you to come over!"

"Oh."

Wu Ke cautiously nudged it, but he only dared to touch one third of the stool, but he didn't dare to show any emotions. He only felt that his calf was turning.

Zhao Ziyu sneered, "Promising!"

The double-layer porcelain basin that looks very thick and heavy is filled with extremely clear but white soup. The light yellow bamboo shoots and tender red ham are quietly loaded and floated through it. In the soup, you can see a cluster of green plants painted on the bottom of the pot.

It looks like a clear soup with little water, without a drop of fat, and it is as simple as white rice noodles.

But at this time, a very faint but long-distance fragrance escapes everywhere, exciting.

It is a freshness that can be felt with the sense of smell, like a lone wolf in the midnight wilderness smelling a rose blooming in the soil from a few miles away.

Leng Han served Zhao Ziyu a bowl, and then he served it well for himself. Although he didn't say anything, the handle of the spoon fell in Wu Ke's direction intentionally or unintentionally.

Wu Ke was almost flattered, smirked again and again, and started to serve the soup after he was thankful.

Leng Han lowered his head and sipped slightly, making the mouthful of clear soup.

If you have to describe it, it feels like a cloud of mist, very light and very moist.

When the soup slowly disappeared from his mouth, Leng Han opened his eyes.

Xiao Wu felt ashamed,

"This is the taste of spring-if we still have spring."

Zhao Ziyu licked his lips and patted the table, "Delicious!"

Leng Han's eyebrows suddenly twitched, murderously in essence, "Do you still want to learn from your grandfather drinking and throwing a cup and swearing?"

Zhao Ziyu stopped immediately, "Cousin, I was wrong, I dare not."

Finally, there was a glance, and Zhao Ziyu was almost directly strangled.

Come on, drink the soup, the soup is still delicious.

Lin Chou brought two more dishes on the table, and sat down by the way.

"how does it taste?"

Wu Ke's eyes widened, feeling that today's things are getting more and more weird, "Boss Lin, you, are you eating with us?"

Lin Chou doubted, "It's past business hours, and I want to eat to fill up my stomach too!"

Wu Ke blinked, and his words became a word in his heart, dare not say.

Lin Chou shouted suddenly,

"Big-breasted sister? Big-breasted sister? Have dinner!!"

Big breasted sister didn't come, Si Gouzi swayed in with Harazi, and within half a second he was three-legged by Lin Chou, howling with his tail and running away.

"Strange, where did you go? It doesn't seem to show up all day, and the bowl is not cleaned. This handsome will deduct your salary."

Lin Chou said, "It doesn't matter, how about the soup? This is the most traditional way, but there is no seasoning, not even salt."

Xiao Wu immediately followed, "One word, fresh."

Zhao Ziyu stretched his chopsticks toward the steamed fire, and then slowly said, "Two characters are very fresh."

The reason is that compared with pickled duxian, that dish of steamed fire recipe is really beautiful and eye-catching.

Under one clip, Zhao Ziyu realized that this was not a whole piece of ham, but had been cut into squares of palatable size and neat size, but there were no gaps at all.

I couldn't help but yell in my heart, "It's amazing."

In fact, this has nothing to do with Lin Chou's knife skills. The cold iron knife is thin and sharp to the extreme. It has a chill. After the cut, there will be no gaps. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

Under the bright and transparent thin pouring sauce, you can see the pink and white ham with distinct layers trembling slightly.

After the entrance, it was tender and creamy, and two extremely distinct and completely different exotic foods were intertwined in one place, which was extremely harmonious.

The meat is sweet and plant-like, but the plant-like freshness has the salty and fatness of ham. There is not a trace of greasy in the mouth, and I can't help but want to eat piece after piece.

This makes him feel dissatisfied. If this plate is mine, it would be so good, so he can eat it heartily!

But his mouth was very sweet and said, "Cousin, this is so delicious, try it soon."

Leng Han’s attention was on another plate, she asked,

"this is..."

Lin Chou pointed to the two newly served dishes, "This is raw-cut ham, this one, ham rice ball."

Lin Chou was afraid that some people would not be able to accept it, and explained,

"This kind of ham can be eaten raw. Look at this color. The lean meat is bright red, the fat meat is white, and the fat and thin are different. It is very beautiful, right?"

"Smell the scent again, it's very pure and sweet, right, there is no meaty smell, I used the most essence of the top to make this raw-cut ham, slanting the meat pattern down a little bit, thin like paper same."

"Trust me, if you haven't tasted raw-cut ham, you won't believe in its deliciousness."

"test...."

Without waiting for Lin Chou to finish speaking, Leng Han eagerly twisted a piece of it into his mouth with his thumb and index finger.

"Well..."

Can't help but whisper, in a low voice intoxicated, "That's the smell..."

Leng Han remembered being trapped in a dark underground ruin, running out of ammunition and food and waiting for support. He suddenly tasted the smell of ham when he hadn't entered the rice for half a month.

To be precise, it is not ham, but only the skin on the ham bone and a little bit of shredded meat.

Then she remembered that there were outsiders, but she didn't know that Zhao Ziyu and Wu Ke had been staring at her dumbfounded for a while.

As a result, Leng Han raised his head, and the six eyes of the three people collided, and the time seemed to stand still for a second.

At this moment, Zhao Ziyu's heart is incredible.

(What's wrong with my cousin, that gentle voice, is it my cousin? Is it the whole Mingguang topic terminator, humanoid female tyrannosaurus, who stole my cousin, my cousin's soul wears?)

At this moment, classmate Xiao Wu's heart is extremely broken.

(Fuck, it's over, she, she, her, her old man is watching me, what am I doing, I'm watching her, shit, it's over, am I going to die and explode in place? Bone and ashes? Extinct in ashes?)