Doomsday Pavilion

Two days' time, fleeting.

Lin Chou stood in front of the gate of Jiuzhan Palace, the jade lion was still majestic and glorious.

Behind him is the Mingguang Training Center that once sold his life.

The overall building of Jiuzhan Palace is gorgeous and solemn, with extraordinary aura. Lin Chou looks out of place, with a yellow washed cloth shirt, gray pants, and a mess of hair that he cut out in front of the mirror casually, even the attendant standing at the door. , Are ten times more elegant than Lin Chou.

Lin Chou's clothes are still old antiques worn by his father. They become hard and yellow. They can't be rubbed when they are washed. One rub is a hole.

I didn't know how much hardship I went through that night when I got drunk with the clothes I brought from the wilderness. I couldn't wash it well, so I just found one to wear.

The system’s yellow characters are crazily output and demolished,

"As a man who wants to become the **** of cooking in the future, he should pay attention to his appearance, dress clean and tidy, and ask the host to take care of his external styling as appropriate, including trimming hair, personal hygiene, clothing, etc. In addition, the host looks like garbage now The scavengers on the pile are very bad. It is difficult to understand the aesthetics of lower primates! Fuck!"

I'm used to hard times. It's unbelievable. Lin Chou is in his twenties and has never bought a piece of clothing. The clothes his father wore were changed to the clothes he continued to wear.

The lack of living materials made the residents of Xiacheng miserable. Lin Chou grew up in this environment since he was a child, and he will not be able to turn this corner for a while.

I bought a few pieces of clothes last time, but I still used them for work in the kitchen.

"..."

Lin Chou felt that he was speechless more and more times, and it would be easy for him to suffer from illness if he continued like this.

"My clothes are very good, very clean, and I look very handsome."

With a cough and full of momentum, Lin Chou said to the waiter indifferently.

"I'm Lin Chou."

The waiter standing at the door was stunned for a while, then rushed in, "Jingjing Manager, Lin, and Lin Chou are here, they are here!"

"What's the panic! You won't use it for work tomorrow!"

"Ahem," a middle-aged man greeted him quickly, "I'm the lobby manager of Jiushan Palace, Xue Tong, dare to ask your Excellency, but Lin Chou, the Linjia Xiaoguan outside the city?"

"Yes."

Xue Tong clasped his fists and greeted him, "Mr. Lin pleased, waiting for a long time!"

All the tables and chairs in the lobby of the Jiuzan Palace were removed. Two curved dining tables were opposed to the center of the hall, and all kinds of kitchen utensils were available in a patchwork.

"Mr. Lin, please wait a moment. Drink a cup of hot tea. The guests from Jiuzhan Palace and the friends who came to the banquet have not yet arrived."

The tables and chairs around the hall were seated one after another, men and women of all ages, all dressed in extraordinary manners.

The skinny old man in black long clothes smiled and stood beside the main seat, "Dear friends, thank you for giving me the face of the Xue family. Please come today, for nothing else. A few days ago, the child was brutally murdered outside the city. I am old. Xue is not dead yet! With this tone, my Xue family can't just swallow it like that!... Jiuzhan Palace has been a cook for generations, and the craftsmanship has been passed down from the ancestors, and it has been famous before the cataclysm, and the inheritance has not been cut off. Since they are all chefs , Then we will confront each other in the way of a chef, but this period of cause and effect."

Xue Zhen's eyes fell on Lin Chou, "What do you think, little friend Lin Chou?"

"it is good"

"Haha, good!" Xue Zhen was seriously shining with inexplicable brilliance, "If this is the case, please invite distinguished guests, adults, to taste the Xue family's dishes first, and give me and this little friend some preparation time?"

"it is good!"

It was not so much time for Lin Chou and Xue Zhen to prepare, as it was time for Xue Zhen to meet guests.

Xue Zhen walked from one table to the other, talking and laughing, and he looked like a worldly expert who was determined to be confident.

"Brother Lin." After being slapped on the shoulder, Lin Chou saw Huang Dashan's hairy face as soon as he turned his head.

"Haha, look over there!"

Huang Dashan pointed and saw that the White Qiongshou team, Shen Feng and a pot of dazzling green were sitting on the tables behind them.

The Huang Dashan team was sitting with Gao Xuan, and there were some familiar faces that often appeared in the small hall. Obviously, they came to support him.

"Brother Lin, don't worry, the Xue family can't cover the sky with one hand in Mingguang, brothers are behind you, supporting you!"

Lin Chou was a little moved in his heart, and smiled and nodded to the person on the table over there.

Looking around, unconsciously, the huge hall of the Jiu Shan Palace was overcrowded, talking and laughing with each other, and their eyes frequently fell on Lin Chou's side.

There is curiosity, there is a pity, there is appreciation, there is sympathy, and so on.

Lin Chou saw Leng Han and Wei Qingyu in the field. Tong Wei Tianxing and Zhao Ziyu were sitting together, surrounded by a large group of people. Wei Qingyu cast a charming look in the crowd, and he quickly lowered his head in fright. Zhao Ziyu clenched his fist to encourage him and signaled that he hadn't seen it.

At the table of the Eight Immortals in the first row, a young man in black sat alone, toasting to Lin Chouyao that it was Sikong.

In the elegant room on the second floor, Mo Wenwen stomped her feet, "Auntie, why are you coming to this shabby place, people don't want to see him... I actually left our pigeons... nasty ghosts!"

Mo Hongniang smiled and said, "Silly boy, it's so rare to meet such an innocent little man, you are still too young."

"Hmph, Xingrong, close your ears. Our Xingrong is still young, so we can't listen to these vicissitudes of life experience sharing!"

Qin Xingrong let out an obedient oh, and blocked her ears with both hands. "Mom, is this all right?"

"Yeah, Xing Rong is good!"

...

At this time, one old and one young came out from behind.

The old man's beard and hair are white, and his long beard hangs down to his chest, showing a translucent white color.

The long gown is white and fluttering, and looks quite like a fairy.

The old man arched his hands downwards, "Which is Lin Chou's child, who has murdered my grandson! Still dare to provoke the majesty of my Jiuzhan Palace? Cough cough cough"

Following his luck, he turned around and asked the young man behind him, "Ming Fang, grandson, did the fourth grandfather remember the lines incorrectly?"

Xue Mingfang twitched the corners of his mouth, and said dumbly, "Grandpa, you still have to sit down first, otherwise you will have to cough again."

Xue Zhen said respectfully, "Four Lord, why did you come out today?"

"Of course I want to come!" the old man said loudly, "It is only right to avenge my grandson, Xue Zhen, you have to do your best!"

The old man spoke very imposingly, and one after another in the crowd gestured.

"Who is this?" someone asked.

"The previous Patriarch of the Xue family, the head of the Jiuzhan Palace, Xue Guangyuan."

"That Xue Guangyuan, who was not at the first level, but lived a hundred and thirty years old?"

"Exactly."

Xue Zhen turned around, and he should have taken care of everyone before returning to the stage.

"My Xue family has been handed down from the ancestors. The craft of medicated food has been famous before the catastrophe. Now, the craftsmanship has reached its peak, Lin Xiaoyou, you have to think carefully!"

"I lose, it's up to you!"

Wei Qingyu was anxious, "These two stunners, is he stupid?"

Wei Tianxing still smiled, "Why don't you just watch the changes."