Doomsday Pavilion

(Thank you for the lovely Yunyan 10,000 starting coin reward, and being promoted to the hall master. Although I really want to say something, I feel that everything seems a little redundant, isn't it?

It's all in the wine.

Thank you Fanxingkong for the reward of no 200 starting coins, yamada. )

Early in the morning, the heat is steaming as always, and the wilderness where I haven't seen a drop of rain for two consecutive months is like an oven.

Zhao Ziyu sneakily touched Bai Qiongshou's table, "Uncle Bai Uncle Bai, I saw Uncle Da Shan cry yesterday!"

Bai Qiong laughed loudly, "Good-natured Master Ziyu, tell me quickly, that thing that looks like a blind bear can cry?"

"Go away, little bastard, are you talking bad about Lao Tzu again?"

Huang Dashan walked in, and put the wooden barrel in his hand on the counter, \'"Brother Lin, the old fellow asked me to bring you some samples. Try it or not."

Lin Chou unscrewed the lid of the wooden barrel, and a pungent sour smell made people's scalp tight.

Huang Dashan opened his arms and wiped off his sweat in handfuls, "This bucket requires more than 60,000 points of circulation, mother, I only have a few thousand points per pot when I drink Qingquanshan."

Lin Chou handed Ziyu a black card, then moved the vinegar bucket into the kitchen, "Hang it up to the door for me."

Zhao Ziyu took the sign, glanced at it, and said bitterly, "Brother Sorrow, will you still be out of business tomorrow?"

Shan Ye quit, "Hey, hey, brother Lin, you're not authentic, I will help you run the two jars of sour, smelly and hard old man's house to collect debts, and you will go out of business twice in three days. , No! I don’t agree, Shan Ye, I just got some feeling in these two days, and I’m about to break through the second-tier Intermediate! No, no, how can I stop the medicated diet at this time?"

Lin Chou said, "Someone pays a high price and wants to book a small restaurant for one day."

Huang Dashan stared angrily, "Lin Chou, boss Lin! This is what is wrong with you. An existence like a restaurant is to serve and dedicate to the public. Like Brother Lin, you are the top medicinal chef who is high-spirited and energy-saving who defeated the Jiu Shan Palace. How can you bend for five buckets of rice? How can you succumb to the offensive of money? Regard money as dung, silt out but not stained, hold the yuan and keep one side, this is what you should do, brother Lin."

Lin Chou shrugged, "I still think making money is more important."

Huang Dashan was dumb, Bai Qiong snickered.

Lin Chou silently stared at the thermostat in the back kitchen, the ingredients identified by the black heart system:

For example, for a bull, the system determined that only twenty-six tomahawks should be taken, and any remaining materials are collectively referred to as leftovers. It is recommended that Lin Chou feed the leftovers of the fence.

That is, Lin Chou can make the leftover ingredients into beef offal soup, beef heart soup and beef hot pot to make flowers. This product is not brought to BUFF. Another example is the typical pork blood soup on the negative side. It is simply out of the gate of the restaurant. The system will make it garbage.

Lin Chou abhors this, but there is nothing he can do about it. As for the reason for the abhorrence...

Of course it’s about the big cow who is in the middle of the world! ! Cough.

Just five meters long and two **** with a diameter of more than half a meter, the baby of the third-order bull! Don't give it any special effects? Worthy of it? what? !

"Haha, Boss Lin... are you ready for the bullwhip and ox treasure you want?"

The voice of a child, as crisp and moving as the sound of a young deer, came slowly, and then, there was a fragrant breeze at the entrance of the restaurant, and a white shadow folded into it.

Bai Qiongshou and Huang Dashan had bright eyes, and Zhao Ziyu opened his mouth wide, "Yawn! Yawn!"

After several sneezing, Zhao Ziyu's eyes turned red, "That...I seem to be allergic..."

The visitor was startled for a while, and screamed like a cat with its tail stepped on, "Oh, oh, why are so many stinky men, daddy is good or bad! How can I see people in the future? I am so ashamed to die. Ohhhhhhh..."

This person is dressed in a white gauze robe, black hair is like a waterfall, a pair of shuiqiu pupils are like stars and jade, and his thin lips are like two pink marshmallows, and his slender hands hold his cheeks, flushing like fire.

Master Shan swallowed a big mouthful of water, and his eyes were about to fall out.

Bai Qiong was shocked for half a second at first, then his face turned pale, blood surged, and acid water began to flow from his stomach.

Lin Chou was also dumbfounded, "Are you?"

The white-robed woman said, "People, their father made an appointment with Boss Lin yesterday to take over the shop today, you little brother, how can you be like this... Hey, little brother, you are so handsome, slave. , Slave...Oh, so shameful."

Lin Chou felt that the goose bumps that fell from her body could make a big pot of fried noodles for the boy and girl. "It's you? You made an appointment, isn't it tomorrow?"

"The slave is called Bai Suren, so you can call it a Su Ren."

"Su...I pooh!" Lin Chou almost yelled out, "Well, Bai...Dare to ask if you are...male or...female?"

Lin Chou was in a daze, just because of this condition, she doesn't really need that baby, right? Should I stay here for those who really need it?

"The slave is a boy..." Bai Suren frowned slightly and complained of self-pity.

Lin Chou's scalp was numb. "Well, why don't you come back tomorrow?"

Bai Suren pursed her thin lips, "Forget it, just today, there will be a performance tomorrow!"

If you perform...

Bai Qiongshou dragged Ziyu and Shanye away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. God knows where he is such an agile evolutionary man.

Lin Chou shouted worriedly, "Hey, Lord Bai, Lord Shan, Ziyu, you haven't paid the bill yet!"

"Tomorrow...tomorrow!!"

"Dare to ask the prince what is his surname? Also, the prince doesn't know the slave's name?"

Why do you guys need to know your name? "My name is Lin Chou."

"The son is a good name, I don't know what hobbies the son has? Do you like to listen to music? How about a slave singing the Peony Pavilion to the son?"

"Uh, I don't need this." Lin Chou was sweating coldly. "You still think about how to eat that stuff? Steamed? Braised in soy sauce? Stir-fried?"

Bai Suren was obviously a little disappointed, and he said, "I have been a little bit angry recently. I want to eat light and bland foods, and my appetite is very small. My dad insists that I have to eat all of them... if there is a cup. Appetizer wine, that's even better."

Lin Chou nodded, "Wait a minute."

Drag a giant five-meter-long piece from the thermostat, carefully wrapped in white oil-absorbing paper.

"Yeah!" Bai Suren screamed softly, covering her lips with her hands, "Young Master Lin, what are you holding?"

Lin Chou put the bullwhip on the Zhongdao platform with a bang, "Oh, bullwhip, and Niubao."

"How good is this? People can't even eat a small bowl of rouge rice..."

Lin Chou looked at the bullwhips of more than three hundred catties and five meters long and nearly one meter in diameter on the Zhongdao platform, and then looked at Bai Suren's cherry mouth and bean sprouts-like figure. If he was rolled into a dough, he might be able to make it. Put this stuff in.

Somehow, Lin Chou suddenly felt a little blushing, so evil...