Doomsday Pavilion

Shan Ye held back for a long time before saying a word.

"Lin Zi, you never sell some of the dishes you make, so why do you have to make these... um~ things?"

Lin Chou had a good temper, otherwise he would have to cover Huang Dashan's bald head with a plate.

This question itself is unprofessional and can be regarded as a malicious insult to a cook.

The cook is to the food, the otaku is to the girlfriend.

"Girlfriend", this technically general term, couldn't be more ordinary.

But for the otaku, the scope is quite broad, and it can refer to any person and any object, even including-concepts!

For this kind of question, this coach is disdain to answer.

——Lin Chou thought so in his heart.

The dense barley bread is baked through charcoal fire, perfectly retaining the fermented taste, layers of white steam flow out from the gaps, and the slightly yellow bread exudes a faint sour fragrance.

This is just like the dough cake that I often eat when I was young. It is thick and thick. The surface of the iron pan is black and black. It is not soft or delicate and rough. Its sweetness even comes from what has been forgotten by most people." saccharin".

But it is such a thing, but it can make people can't help drooling when thinking about it occasionally.

The alcohol in beer has already evaporated clean. This may be called the largest legacy left by the Sumerians to the world. The water and sugar in the liquid bread brewed with barley malt can make the barley bread expand and become softer. The water is richer in sweetness and can also transform the rough taste of barley bread.

Barley bread is very easy to digest to remove oil and greasiness. Mongolians believe that it is the best match with beef jelly.

The crystal clear white ice-cold jelly was placed on the steaming slice of bread, and its surface immediately became blurred, like a water mist on the glass window.

The melted gravy slowly penetrated into the thick slices of bread, and at the same time took away the heat from the bread.

If Lin Chou doesn't eat it at this moment, he only needs to put it there for half an hour and the two will be perfectly bonded together.

In fact, Mongolians prefer to use slices of bread that are roasted to be very dry and crisp with beef foot jelly, but Lin Chou does not think so.

"Crack."

The sound made when the teeth cut the jelly is exceptionally crisp. This is also the texture that can be achieved with beef feet as raw materials. It is slightly harder and brittle, making the jelly feel very strong and cannot be ignored at all.

Beef foot jelly does not melt and disappear so easily even at room temperature. After the entrance, it slowly and firmly transforms into a thick and thick gravy in the mouth, full of fragrance.

Among them, beef tongue and beef head meat needs to be chewed hard to release the deep scent of meat.

The fiber of yak meat is longer and thicker, and the meat seems to have the tenacity of the top of the snow-capped mountain, which is indescribably unique.

The sour aroma of barley bread is not strong, but it cannot be ignored, especially when chewing bread and beef together, the original satisfaction of filling the stomach is more refreshing.

Some people say that the senses of the tongue are twofold.

The first thing is to distinguish the taste of food, whether it is good or bad, it will faithfully feed back to the brain.

The other part is the part other than the six senses. It is said that as soon as the food is consumed, the tongue can immediately tell whether this food can supplement all the nutrients and energy the body needs. If it can, then what it feeds back to the brain. A certain peculiar pleasure will be added, and when this pleasure is combined with the deliciousness of the food itself, the effect is amazing.

Regardless of whether there is scientific evidence or not, Lin Chou felt that the food in his mouth at the moment could definitely explain this statement perfectly.

"Really... can you eat it?"

Shan Ye looked at Lin Shou's expression and doubted his own aesthetics.

Lin Chou ate the bread in his hand and immediately took out a wind chime and hung it on the roof.

"Cattle foot jelly with barley bread and beef brain sauce, 18888 circulation points."

"Fuck!!"

Shan Ye was surprised,

"No, this...that...hey, wait a minute, where are you going for the rest?"

"Take it back."

Lord Shan was angry,

"Old Zheng and I haven't eaten yet, so why did you take it away?"

Lin Chou refers to the wind chimes,

"It has been listed on the market, please pay first."

"..."

Huang Dashan almost sprayed out a mouthful of old blood,

"Your boy is so careful, fucking, I just said a few words, you are naked revenge!"

Lin Chou spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

The sign has been hung up, and this dish has already been picked up on the system's small abacus.

If you don’t give money, then you want to eat Bawang’s meal?

Based on the urinary nature of the system, it is very likely that Lin Chou will directly put any existence on the tenth order BUFF seconds.

...

Lin Chou went to the back mountain to take a look, and found that there was an extra winding step leading to the mountain stream.

And the so-called reconstruction simply caused Lin Chou's labor to be directly wiped out. The two barrages were gone, and even a shadow was gone.

"Fucking tank system, please explain to me, where is my fish pond? I think I may be blind, I can't see it!"

"Stupid low-level primates must restore the most suitable environment for their survival if they want to raise perfect meaty ingredients. To keep their mood happy and move freely, naturally they cannot restrict their range of activities."

"The product produced by this system must be a boutique. This system will give the Lin Family Xiaoguan mountain stream the concept of'home' with great will. No matter where the fish and shrimp in the water swim, they will eventually return here and give birth here. Raising daughters and raising offspring, understand?"

Lin Chou swears that this kind of thankless work will never happen again in this life, mmp!

It may take a day or two for the broad beans ordered with Bao Er to be in place. Lin Chou was not in a hurry and left after a few glances.

"Well, it's foggy?"

With a casual glance, I caught a glimpse of the thick fog in the direction of Zu Mountain, and the entire mountain forest appeared and disappeared under the cover of the fog.

Lin Chou murmured,

"I haven't seen Mingguang foggy for many years...except for the black Shenhai."

Speaking of fog, Lin Chou thought of the strange old man who talked about hydrology that he had encountered in the dark sea, and told him instinctively that the blind old man was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

"Mad, for more than two hundred years, Mingguang doesn't know how many capable people and strangers have been out there, all of whom have been tinkered with by the black army to the sea?"

Well, that's not right.

At the very least, Mingguang still has a nasty old lady who knows how to make clothes. The whip was soaked in cold water, and Lin Chou still remembered it even now.

Jinxian Jiao and Gungun didn't know where they went to wave again, the yard was empty, and there was no shadow of the hairballs and cattle.

Lin Chou yelled a few times, but the four dogs cowered and hid behind the tree and looked at him.

Lin Chou just kicked up,

"Have fun."

Si Gouzi Pidian Pidian ran away, needless to say, must go to the big breasted sister to sue.

Funny, no matter how clever the four dogs are, wouldn’t the big and small kings still be confused?