Doomsday Pavilion

"???"

Lin Chou looked at the species that had entered through the back door with a tangled expression on his face.

It felt like this kid had been ruined hundreds of times by the Black Mountain wild boar that had just been transported from the pigpen, and his body was dirty and stinking.

Qin Wuyong was afraid that Lin Chou would not recognize him. After all, this appearance was not much better than that of a beggar.

"Me, Brother Useless, Drunk Shrimp!"

Lin Chou crooked his mouth,

"I, boss Lin, give me money!"

"..."

A certain anchor who had been rounded with rice bared his white teeth and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Boss Lin, do you have any clothes? Can you find one for me to wear."

Lin Chou said,

"Rush at the back of the mountain well. There may be a few sacks. Remember to wash and use. They are left over from the black mountain wild boar's head."

The display screen boiled again, bursting out a string of 666 and rewards.

Qin Wuyong said angrily.

"My baby is going to take a bath. The idlers waited to retreat and slipped away. Boss Lin helped me take it."

"Oh."

The recorder was set by Qin Wuyong to automatically hover, facing Lin Chou's direction.

Lin Chou held the monitor in his hand and looked at it curiously.

"Hey, isn't this handsome guy above me?"

The barrage was full of hideous and evil language,

"..."

"I used to think I was a narcissist, but one day I discovered that compared to this boss, I was just a nine-day baby."

"Handsome boss, put a POS, take a screenshot."

"Handsome guy, please! My grandma, I like this kind of skinny, thin, tall and white skin."

"Auntie upstairs, your taste is very special."

"What do you guys of the top five and three rough guys know, skinny and long enough, no wonder watching the live broadcast, it must be a group of single dogs drooling at the screen."

"Really *grandma, please respectfully ask for the phrase ‘skinny and thin enough to be long’."

Good TM fierce audience, Lin Chou was shocked by the enthusiasm, and God knows how Qin Wuyong survived.

Could it be that there are some strange talents that are unique to the anchors?

Just thinking about it, Qin Wuyong came back round a big sack.

"Ha, boss Lin, thank you."

"Yep."

Qin Wuyong grinned with a big, bright smile, coupled with the honor of his black nose and swollen face, it was hard to bear to look directly at him.

Lin Chou spit out,

"It feels better that my face was muddy just now."

Qin Wuyong touched his face.

"Holding the grass, the image of Wuyou Ge Yingming Shenwu was completely ruined. Is this still my extremely handsome face."

"..."

The barrage suddenly exploded, and the rapidly refreshing fonts were comparable to spit stars over the mountains, and Lin Chou could feel the irony of eating Guoguo across the screen.

Lin Chou nodded.

"Speaking of which, is it really handsome? My barrage time just now was agreed by a lot of people."

The barrage solidified, and it took a long time before a word or two reappeared, and then it turned into a crazy screen.

"Being shameless, I'm not as good as the king, admire and admire it!"

It's all this sentence.

"cough."

Lin Chou coughed slightly and left.

"Ohhhhh, boss Lin, don't go, I have everything ready."

"Remember what you promised me, drunk shrimp, drunk shrimp!"

Qin Wuyong raised his hand, and he did not forget to wash his shrimps and crabs when he took a bath.

Lin Chou just glanced at it and shook his head again and again.

"This prawn is indeed of the same order, but it is not suitable for making drunken prawns."

"Why??"

"Isn't it obvious, take a good look at your shrimp."

Qin Wuyong watched it over and over several times.

"They are all alive and kicking, and Belie's spirit is definitely not poisonous, why can't you be a drunk shrimp?"

Lin Chou picked up a shrimp and measured it with his hands.

"This shrimp is as big as my slap, what rice wine can drunk such a big shrimp, and the drunk shrimp pays attention to one bite, the meat of this size is completely different from that of the small shrimp, and it has long lost the tender and sweet taste. So don't think about it."

Qin Wuyong was extremely lost, but as a foodie, he could fully understand Lin Chou's persistence.

However, understanding does not mean accepting.

Qin Wuyong slammed on the ground roguely,

"No, I brought all the ingredients. If I can't eat anything delicious today, I won't leave."

Lin Chou didn't plan to let go of the ducks that he had already gotten. The shrimp Qin Wuyong brought was very ordinary.

But those crabs are very unusual.

"Where did you get these crabs?"

Qin Wuyong pouted his lips while watching.

"I picked it up in a small lake by the sea. I didn't eat it when I looked sick and unconscious and the color was not right. I just grilled a few shrimps. Now my stomach is still groaning, boss Lin, you..."

What does it mean to have an eye but don't know gold inlaid with jade?

Lin Chou picked up the crab and took a photo, overjoyed.

"Butter crab!! It's still the top sea oil crab, hahaha..."

"..."

Qin Wuyong is a bit dumb,

"What butter crab?"

Lin Chou picked up the crab and pointed it at the light.

"Look at this crab, the two sides of the crab shell."

I saw that the edge of the crab shell did not look like the color of ordinary crabs, but showed a very transparent orange-yellow color. Even the cover of the crab's foot joints was full of bulge. Pressing it with a hand, it was slightly soft. of.

"Hey, this color...really a bit..."

Lin Sorrow said,

"This is still the top butter crab, that is, sea oil. It lives in the confluence of salt and fresh water, and the taste is the most delicious."

"The predecessor of the butter crab is the green crab, which is a female of the blue crab. It likes to eat white clams. Mature green crabs live in the bank of the shallows when they lay eggs.

"November is the most suitable season for crabs to lay eggs after the cataclysm. It is said that if the abundant rain follows the hot sun and the female crabs are stimulated, the crab paste in the body will become golden oil and penetrate into the body. In one part, in the end, the whole crab shell and legs are filled with butter everywhere, and the crab body is also golden yellow, so it is called butter crab."

"Butter crabs have been crowned the throne of the king of crabs. The oil in the body is completely modified crab paste. The taste of these pastes is superb. The reason why it is precious is that the success rate of its transformation is too low. Female crabs that accumulate too much oil will not be able to complete the process of shed their heavy shells and become butter crabs. So strictly speaking, the formation of butter crabs is a disease."

"About two thousand cream crabs can morph into three to five butter crabs. This ratio will become even lower after the cataclysm-because of the rain of origin."

The rain of origin means death and rebirth, of course, the death rate is higher.

It is not easy for these ordinary crabs to survive the rain of the source and transform into butter crabs.

Qin Wuyong whispers,

"Lesion? Excessive accumulation of ointment? Isn't this a disease? Isn't it just eating too much, too fat, too fat to change into beautiful new clothes, yellow gas?"

It makes sense, it's very essence.