Doomsday Pavilion

Mingguang base city, Zhaojia.

Zhao Ziyu was a little worried, but the grandfather summoned him, but he dared not go.

But since the grandfather came back from the wilderness a few days ago, the whole person is in a state of anger, and he has a dark face towards everyone, and he can't wait to eat his flesh.

San Uncle came back from socializing outside yesterday, and was kicked out before entering the door, saying that the smell of alcohol was too great, but San Uncle knelt outside the door trembling all night, no one dared to persuade him.

The maid with a broken mouth said vaguely that when the grandfather came back, he wore a piece of animal skin, and he seemed to wear nothing inside...

Zhao Ziyu shuddered and hurriedly shook his head to shake off the thoughts in his mind.

Or, bring a stock air-dried salt-baked chicken to Grandpa?Grandpa definitely likes it!

As soon as he said nothing, Zhao Ziyu personally chopped the salt-baked chicken into chunks, and ordered a bottle of Qingquanshan aging from the kitchen, and put it in a large set of plates and left.

The Zhao’s old house is located next to the west gate of Xiacheng District. It occupies a hill with a row of garden-style buildings scattered around. It is very exquisite and luxurious. Even the trees on the hill are first-order and second-order enchanted plants.

Usually Zhao Ziyu always thinks that the old house is too big. It takes half an hour to walk from his villa to his uncle's house. Today, I can't wait to walk for a day.

The servant and the maid looked at Young Master Zhao, holding a large tray in a proper manner, and walked in despair.

"Master, can I get it for you?" a servant said.

"Go, go, go away" Zhao Ziyu drove him away angrily, becoming more absent-minded.

"Kang Dang."

Zhao Ziyu felt that he had hit something, his head hurt, and the tray in his hand flew out.

"Who, don't walk long eyes? Dare to bump... ahem, grandpa grandpa..."

Zhao Qingcang held the tray steadily in his hand, with the other hand on his back. The white kung fu swayed with the wind, looking like an ordinary amiable grandpa next door.

"Well, Ziyu, where are you going? In a hurry."

Zhao Ziyu hurriedly squeezed out a big smiling face, and the innocent light radiated from his pupils, "Grandpa Grandpa, I am not going to see you! Look, this is the salt-baked chicken that I specially packed for you. Base City I guarantee that you can’t buy it if you want!"

Zhao Qingcang's face turned black. Isn't this really the dish in that bastard restaurant?

"I heard that you took your second uncle's medicine and mixed it with alcohol?"

Zhao Ziyu wrinkled her face tightly, and said pitifully, "Grandpa Grandpa, I didn't mean to..."

Zhao Qingcang looked at his immature face and the faint fluff on the corners of his mouth, "Yu'er, this year, are you twelve years old?"

Zhao Ziyu is flattered, the Zhao family is very diverse, and it is incredible that Grandpa Zu can remember his age. At least there are dozens of children in the Zhao family. "Yes, Grandpa Grandpa."

Zhao Qingcang smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'm very demeanor of Lao Tzu, don't learn from your second brother, little bunny is not my kind, I tell a joke without a smile, and it's not promising."

Zhao Ziyu said with a grin.

The second elder brother who had no promise in Grandpa Grandpa’s mouth was a benchmark for the younger generation of the Zhao family. He was thirty-one this year, a fourth-tier intermediate, and the rank of major general, unique in the entire Mingguang base city.

As for the joke that Grandpa Grandpa told... well... I don't want to mention it.

Zhao Qingcang tore a chicken leg and threw it to Zhao Ziyu. His greasy hand broke off the mouth of Qingquanshan's glass bottle. He suffocated half of the bottle. He suddenly thought of something, "Outside that shit and unreasonable Lin Family Apocalypse Restaurant, you can go around. A turn. The people are not good, the dishes are still pretty good, better than the cook of Old Xue’s house."

Zhao Ziyu pinched the chicken leg and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Grandpa Grandpa left, Zhao Ziyu turned around and returned to his villa.

Zhao Ziyu's mother is in her thirties. The years did not leave much mark on her face. She sat on a high chair and tasted a glass of red wine elegantly, "Yu'er, what's in her hand? So dirty, go and wash it. !"

"Oh"

"By the way, what did Grandpa Grandpa tell you?"

When Zhao Ziyu's mother asked, his father, who was reading the newspaper, raised his head slightly.

Zhao Ziyu thought for a while, "Grandpa Grandpa said that I was very much like when he was young, so he wanted me to go to the restaurant outside the city if I had nothing to do."

Zhao Ziyu's mother looked at his father, Zhao Xianliang. Zhao Xianliang put down the newspaper and said faintly, "Listen to your grandfather."

"Yes"

Zhao Ziyu went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

When Zhao Xianliang saw his son gone, he suddenly jumped up, "The ancestor said Yu'er is like him? Hahahaha!!"

Zhao Ziyu's mother rolled her eyes charmingly and said, "Look at your prowess."

Zhao Xianliang walked to the window, "Aiqi, Zhao Zheng from the fourth grandfather, do you remember?"

"How can I not remember, the 31-year-old Tier 4 Intermediate Mutant, the banner figure of the entire base city, is very high-spirited, and Zhao Rong, Zhao Hu, Zhao Feng, who is his equal, dare not even lift his head before him.

"With this Zhao Zheng, the fourth grandfather has crushed ours for more than ten years. Do you know what his evaluation of the old ancestor is?" Zhao Xianliang's eyes trembled.

"Juvenile Junjie? Dragon and Phoenix among people?"

Zhao Xianliang shook his head repeatedly, his face flushed, and suddenly became excited. "On the day the ancestor left the customs, all the persons in charge of the Zhao family were gathered at the secret meeting in the ancestral hall, saying that Zhao Zheng was taking pictures of cats and tigers, it is difficult to take the bones! It is Zhao Zheng!"

Aiqi said incredibly "How is this possible..."

Zhao Xianliang shook his head, "Why is it impossible? The old ancestor told a joke that day! Although...not funny...cough cough, I dare not guess what the old ancestor thinks, but for Yu'er, this It's a great thing!!"

Aiqi nodded and looked at the door closed by her son, her eyes full of pampering, "My Yuer, I will have a great future in the future. Oh, yes, what do you mean by restaurants outside the city?"

"Have you eaten the salt-baked chickens that my son brought back? They taste good."

"I thought Jiu Shan Palace had another new dish, and the effect was not bad!"

"Wait, what works well?"

"Efficacy! The original power contained in this salt-baked chicken, even my second-order mutant has grown slightly."

"It's impossible," Zhao Xianliang gasped. "I heard my son say that this salt-baked chicken is made of mutant guinea fowl!"

Aiqi's eyes widened, she looked cute and adorable, "The dishes made by the zero-order mutant guinea fowl are still effective for the second-order evolutionary?!"

Zhao Xianliang said, "I might believe that Jiu Shan Palace has such a secret recipe..."

Aiqi looked at her husband solemnly, "Virtuous, from now on my son will triple his pocket money every day, so that he can go out of town to eat every day...what is the name of that restaurant?"

"Apocalypse, Lin Family Doomsday Xiaoguan! It's just such a name, or... let's try it too?"

Aiqi's eyes lit up, "No, virtuous, you are an ordinary person, it is too dangerous to get out of the city."

Zhao Xianliang's face faded, and he sneered at the tall city walls of Shangcheng District, covering the sky

"It's not dangerous outside the city, the dangerous ones are the people behind you."

Aiqi sighed, "How's the second brother's injury?"

Zhao Xianliang said silently, "There is still the third-order magic plant essence supporting it, there is nothing wrong with the second brother... Ziyu's side..."

"Leng Han has advanced, and hasn't seen anyone for many days. Aunt Lin has been by her side these days, it is safe."

Zhao Xianliang nodded.

"Leng Han, this kid is too strong. In the future, let her concentrate on the army, and Ziyu has Aunt Lin to follow."