Doomsday Pavilion

Two days' time, fleeting.

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

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, his yellow washed cloth shirt, gray pants, and his messy hair cut out in front of the mirror. 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.

The clothes I brought from the wilderness were drunk that night, I don’t know how many hardships I went through. I couldn’t wash them, 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 god of cooking in the future, he should pay attention to his appearance, dress clean and tidy, and ask the host to deal with his external styling as appropriate, including trimming hair, personal hygiene, clothing, etc. In addition, the host now looks like garbage 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. He has never bought a piece of clothing. The clothes worn by his father are changed to the clothes he wears.

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 while working in the kitchen.

"..."

Lin Chou felt that he was speechless more and more times, and it would be easy to get sick if he continued like this.

"My clothes are nice, clean, and I look handsome."

With a cough, Lin Chou said to the waiter lightly.

"I am 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 Jiu Shan Palace, Xue Tong, dare to ask your Excellency, but Lin Chou, Lin Jia Xiaoguan outside the city?"

"Yes."

Xue Tong clasped his fists and greeted him, "Mr. Lin invited me, wait a long time!"

All the tables and chairs in the lobby of the Jiuzhan Palace have been removed. Two curved dining tables are opposed to the middle of the hall, and all kinds of kitchen utensils are 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 honor of the Xue family. Please come today, for nothing else. A few days ago, the child was brutally killed outside the city. I am old. Xue is not dead! With this tone, my Xue family can't just swallow it like this!... Jiu Shan Palace has been a cook for generations, and the craftsmanship has been passed down from the ancestors. , Then we will use the chef's way to fight, 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 patted 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 all 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 nodded with a smile to the person on the table over there.

Looking around, unknowingly, the huge hall of the Jiuzhan 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... annoying!"

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' experience sharing!"

Qin Xingrong uttered obediently, 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 fluttering in white, and looks quite like a fairy.

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

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

Xue Mingfang twitched the corner of his mouth, and said dumbly, "Grandpa Grandpa, you should sit down first, otherwise you will 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 must 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 and the head of the Jiuzhan Palace, Xue Guangyuan."

"That Xue Guangyuan, who was not at the first order, 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.

"Since my ancestors, the Xue family has a single pass. The craft of medicated diet has been famous before the catastrophe. Now, the craft 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."