Doomsday Pavilion

Technically speaking, industry players like Prince Huang, who are both talented for death and have a strong desire to survive, often have incredible intuition and luck-don't believe it, they have become the left bank of Luanshan at the first order in January. Your prince has absolutely nothing wrong with luck.

As for intuition...

Huang Dashan firmly believes that if he dares to beep half a word now, it is definitely not just thinking about Su Yourong's pan collection 1++ more.

A Sagong has fallen down, and Shan Ye weighed himself. In the hands of these two small couples, his weight does not seem to be much heavier than that of Sagong's sick seed?

"Hmm~"

The Lord Shan coughed hypocritically, and ate meat.

The plump and tender lamb has a hot entrance, the lips and teeth leave fragrance, and the full weight just stays in the mouth gives people a great sense of satisfaction.

Dip it again... uh...

Shan Ye was suddenly speechless.

There are sections of red devil peppers on the leg of lamb-this is so special that it will be taken orally and externally in one bite, afraid that it will explode on the spot?

[How **** iron is made] Spiritual understanding, learning, and learning is completely enough~

"I... can replace the chili with chive sauce..."

"No."

Well, Lin Chou is not to blame, there is really no such thing.

Mingguang's taste is generally more spicy. Hot pot and other dipping ingredients are mostly sesame oil spicy dish, garlic seafood chili sauce, and sesame sauce.

When Huang Dashan reminded Lin Chou of this, he remembered.

"Well, there seems to be a lot of wild leeks over the Hetao Corridor. There should be a lot of blooming ones. Another day, Big Breast Sister and You Rong will pick them back and pick them up for a chive sauce."

This kind of basic-level seasoning, how can boss Lin's sharp restaurant not have it? This must have!

Huang Dashan chatted,

"Well, that's a pity..."

Sikong seemed to be slowing down, at least his expression was not that painful.

"There is caustic soda in Lin Chou's kitchen, or maybe I'll give you some - technically speaking, there is no big difference. Don't all the ingredients have a ‘alkali’!"

"..."

Lamb dipped in caustic soda? It's also a loss for you to think of it!

"Om~"

Obviously, there is no abnormal movement in the ear, but a strange sound is directly transmitted to everyone's "brain", which makes people feel a very unreal dizziness.

The voice of Uncle Warlock,

"Hey, let me go, Master Sanhuang bless hahaha, eh? Why did my hat fall..."

The warlock jumped from the top of the pavilion,

"Oh, there is something delicious again?"

Master Warlock was very happy.

Although the speech was still in that unpleasant voice, it was full of joy.

Of course, this is not from the expression, the uncle Warlock's head is still in that small fluttering form, how could it have expressions.

It was mainly the silver flame beauty on his head, spinning and jumping with his eyes closed, and the palm of his hand was still spraying flowers.

Everyone is happy,

"Congratulations~"

Uncle Warlock clasped his fists,

"Tongxi, Tongxi!"

As a result, the people on the opposite side retreated at least three steps in unison—Who the **** would dare to receive the fist of the uncle Warlock?

Well, to be precise, the person who retreated the least retreated three steps.

A certain Tier 4 boss with eight Tier 3 brothers looked back at the eight Tier 3 brothers far behind him with a rather deep gaze.

What do I want you to do with such a little brother? !

The warlock had long been used to it, shrugged and put on his hood.

Strangely enough, two huge horns on the hood and the beauty of silver flame disappeared immediately, as if they had escaped into the void.

Lin Shou sighed with emotion,

"It's a good thing that makes Sister Qingyu hold grudges. It won't be broken when soaked in magma, and it has this kind of magical function-it must be worth the old nose money!"

Warlock:

"Money? What money? I've never touched money! Mingguang owes more than a billion yuan in fines."

Sagong quietly said,

"It's in the billions. Thank you. Your old man is the only one who has not dared to come and ask for the account so far."

Uncle Warlock scratched his hood,

"Ah, I'm a bit ashamed to say it, if it weren't for the area of ​​Mingguang's arable land could be bigger-I vaguely remember that Mingguang Peninsula was like a big farm before it became Mingguang Port."

Oh, you are really sincere, Uncle Warlock, and you don't shirk responsibility at all.

The warlock questioned,

"Who is Secretary Qin?"

Everyone,

"The top tax collector! Hey, as an evolutionary, don't you even know Secretary Qin, Uncle Warlock?"

The warlock was even more puzzled,

"Uh, the tax collector—Dana? What kind of tax does it take care of?"

Everyone: "..."

We are different~

We pay taxes, so you don’t have to pay them! heresy!

The identity recognition system crashes once when it encounters the uncle Warlock, which dare to collect his taxes.

Don’t say that the tax bills are all ruined, but every time a bill is lost, there will be a bunch of people crying and blinding their eyes~

Besides, the money of the uncle warlock is used to lose, how can there be a chance to be used for the trivial matter of paying taxes?

But fortunately, the people who were hit by the crit quickly found comfort, and the red-and-green spicy sheep's head and hooves were fresh out of the pot.

"Putting red and hanging green" is definitely a very punctual description. Each sheep's head is covered with a lot of bright red peppers and green garlic sprouts. The scent of pepper, pepper and pepper intertwined with crisp hemp spreads very aggressively and very aggressively. taste.

The marinade has already been harvested to half-dry, and it turns into a thick gorgon juice intertwined with the marinade, and the steaming heat smokes the green garlic sprouts a little soft and green.

The flesh and skin of the sheep's head and sheep's hooves and tail have become deep red and close to brown, and it looks like a trembling look, crispy but not boneless, and still maintains a good shape.

The peppery smell is definitely the best appetizer. Just smell the peppery smell in the meat, and some people's saliva can't stop-the daily **** time is up.

Sikong uttered a damn,

"Lin Lin Lin Sorry, did you deliberately?"

Lin sorrowed with black question marks,

"What the hell, what do you say!"

Sagong held his chin, vaguely remembered the fear of being dominated by mountain pepper oil-it was definitely this smell that didn't escape!

Sikong gritted his teeth, viciously.

(Eh, the hook hurts a bit, forget it.)

"Mountain pepper oil, there is mountain pepper oil in this!"

"......"

Lin Chou was speechless, this child is a grudge.

Zhao Ziyu smiled, ill-intentioned.

"Isn't that to treat you, besides, the taste of Sanhe Soup is not good?"

Sikong said,

"These are two different things! Anyway, I won't touch anything with mountain pepper oil. Even if I kill me, I will never eat it again!"

Lin Chou rubbed his face,

"Nothing, no mountain pepper oil, just put a little bit of dried branches and leaves for a taste."

"Ha ha."

Lin Chou didn't care about the goods and picked a few sheep's hooves for Leng Han.

"I remember you love pig trotter. Try it. It should taste great."

"Ok."

...

Half an hour later, Sikong patted his stomach and said with emotion, "It's so fragrant!"

Huang Dashan has been yelling anxiously over there,

"Hey, who's here, the one who brought seven or eight little brothers, don't you eat the sheep's eyes on your sheep's head? Give it to me, the sheep's eyes will burst.