Doomsday Pavilion

(Thanks to the book friends who don't know the name for the thousand-year old demon for rewarding 500 starting coins, Qi Xiaoxian 200 starting coins for rewarding and recommending red envelopes.

Rong Sanguan wrote a poem on this beautiful day:

Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, two yellow oriole and green willow,

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a group of egrets climbed into the sky.

Um, so wet, so wet!

Is it tidy? Is it right?

Uh, let’s say one last thing, change the recommendation position, please support me a lot, recommend a ticket or something, right...)

When Shen Feng came last time, he only ordered an out-of-stock toothy wolf sashimi, and hurried away with a glass of snake wine. How could Lin Chou be embarrassed to charge him for his meal?

Taking a casual glance at the price, Zhou Rui exclaimed, "Fuck! What kind of ghost shop are you? A glass of snake wine 15 thousand? Is it made of gold?"

Shen Feng said simply, "Brother Lin, three portions of salt-baked chicken, and three more glasses of snake blood wine."

"Shen Feng, are you crazy or stupid!"

Mingguang's people are so generous in their shots?

"Why, I'm worried that my brother has no money?" Shen Feng smiled. "The price of the medicated meals customized by Jiuzhan Palace for the evolvers and warriors is definitely much higher than that of Brother Lin here!"

"Higher than mine?"

"Brother, don't you even know your opponent?"

Lin Chou suffocated for a long time, "I didn't take Jiu Shan Palace as my opponent..."

Shen Feng swallowed his saliva and gave a thumbs up, "Brother Lin, you are this!"

"Brother Lin's craftsmanship and medicinal food are much better than the ghost place of Jiuzhan Palace. If my brother opened this shop early, why should Shan Ye be so much circulated on the pit of Jiuzhan Palace! That was all paid for by Lao Tzu's life. !" Huang Dashan said angrily.

Lin Chou was speechless and blushed. "You have been thinking too much, I said, my little restaurant, how can I compare it to Jiuzhan Palace?"

Huang Dashan disagrees, "The fragrance of wine is not afraid of the deep alleys, brother Lin, one day, his Jiu Shan Palace will not be prestigious."

The Jiuzhan Palace dominates the world, and the Mingguang base is the only one in the city. What does it rely on?

It relies on the discovery of the ways of supplementing the food of the alien beasts and plants, which can transform the essence contained in it to the evolvers and warriors in a larger amount, and even some dishes are specifically for ordinary people to make their bodies strong and improve their aptitude.

Ordinary people, or evolvers, warriors, when eating alien beast meat, only absorb one or two of the original sources, and the deeper level of utility is almost nothing.

And the Jiuzhan Palace can adjust the proportion of individual medicated diets to three to four or even ten times more. This is the capital of the Jiuzhan Palace.

Of course, some of these operating methods are also indispensable.

Where is Lin Chou's restaurant?

No matter what alien beast or rank, in addition to transforming its origin, dishes have special functions.

The zero-level low-level guinea fowl can activate the source; the first-order pig blood soup can restore vitality; the first-order toothy wolf sashimi, detoxify and nourish blood; the second-order tomahawk steak, increase endurance.

Moreover, the effects of these medicinal diets are extremely obvious, and it is obvious that they take effect immediately after eating the dishes.

This kind of routine is completely copied from the online games before the cataclysm. It is so black-hearted and so willful. How can it make sense to tell you?

Huang Dashan chattered in dissatisfaction, "Brother Lin, you don't have to say the effect of this medicated diet, is it the taste, cough cough cough... young man, you still have a chance, just practice more, I am optimistic about you!"

Zhao Ziyu said, "Hey, Uncle Dashan, what do you mean by that? The dishes made by Brother Chou are the best!"

Huang Dashan's expression is very serious, like the most demanding gourmet.

Holding a small bottle of salt in his hand, he sprinkled salt on the salted chicken and pig blood soup without money, "That's after adding salt!"

Zhao Ziyu retreated.

"By the way, Brother Lin, I think you will like these things!" Shen Feng put the odorous backpack on the counter.

"Oh? This is..." Lin Chou opened his backpack and smiled suddenly, "Thank you Brother Shen!"

Shen Feng waved his hand, "Jiang Zihuan's work is always the same. I was thinking about how to deliver it to me several days late, but Jiang gave me a little surprise."

Shen Feng pointed to the backpack, "On the second floor, Brother Lin, take a look, is that what you are looking for?"

Lin Chou poured out the green onions and garlic from the backpack, and took out a palm-sized yellow object on the second floor, "This is... ginger?"

"I didn't expect that, cough cough, President Jiang still grows this kind of stuff at home..." Shen Feng smiled.

After the cataclysm, the mass extinction of species and the rise of new species proceeded almost simultaneously. Lin Chou had only seen patterns for condiments such as onion, ginger, and garlic.

Everyone also saw something fresh,

"Huh, this is the onion and garlic?"

"Ha ball, ha ball."

"The smell... uh, it smells too bad."

"Is this stuff really edible?"

Huang Dashan was eager to try, and took the piece of **** and nibble.

"After I plant it...starve my parents to death, don't eat the grain, don't you know? Give me a mouthful! A mouthful!"

"Bah, baah," Huang Dashan spit out the powdered **** in his mouth, "What smell is this, this thing is poisonous!!"

Shen Feng asked, "Brother Lin, how long will you have to wait for your Tomahawk steak? We have eaten this salt-baked chicken, and there seems to be no reaction!"

"The martial artist's cultivation of internal respiration is fundamentally different from the evolutionary. The salt-baked chicken can only activate the original power, and of course it is not effective for the martial artist. Brother Shen has tried his best to control eating light things these days for a week. Later, you can come to me to try the toothy wolf sashimi." Lin Chou said.

Shen Feng nodded, "Gunfang wolf sashimi?"

"Well, the toothy wolf sashimi breeds blood and purifies impurities, which is quite good for the martial artist. After conditioning the body, eating it can achieve the maximum effect."

Huang Dashan quit, "Hey, brother Lin, didn't we say that when we ate the toothy wolf sashimi a few days ago?"

Lin Sorrows not to fight, chewed me a big piece of **** and still didn't clean you up!

"Are you a martial artist? Do you know what meridians are? Do you know how to use internal interest?"

Huang Dashan stretched his muscles to show off and said, "What's wrong with the martial artist, Shan Ye, I am a second-order senior mutant. There are two or three martial arts cats below the fourth rank, how many fall down! You need to know what the heck meridian breath. .. Have a bird!"

Everyone is too lazy to deal with this ramming.

"The Toothy Wolves haven't dispersed yet? Why are you just a few of you today? What about the other hunting teams? Even the car is gone."

Huang Dashan's face blushed, "Um... I'll go first, my wife made good dishes at home, um, I have to go home early today"

Zhao Ziyu raised his hand and pointed, six big men and a 70-year-old grandma's face immediately blocked the door.

Huang Dashan raised a **** at Zhao Ziyu, and then "This bastard, the Xue family's fart is fragrant, Xue Lao Er...cough cough, Father Xue said that he would visit him in person."

"These guys are afraid to provoke a lawsuit, so of course they hide far away."

"I, ashamed of them as a team!"

Lin Chou doesn't matter, "If those who are not good will not come, when will Xue Papi say they will come?"

"The most annoying thing is that he didn't say when to come, all hunting teams are watching." Huang Dashan said.

Zhao Ziyu suddenly realized, "They are trying to take people with their potential, my cheap brother-in-law is too bad!"