Doomsday Pavilion

A long table was placed under a natural umbrella cover formed by a huge banyan tree, and the waiter and maid wandered around the guests like butterflies and flowers, serving drinks.

In an inconspicuous corner, at a table of Eight Immortals, Earl Leng swallowed the twentieth peach, "I have said that the luncheon is finished, this mother’s day is dark, I will eat some fruit."

Wei Tianxing calmly poured a glass of wine for Earl Leng, "Earl, how is the situation on that side?"

Earl Leng shrugged, spit out the peach pits, and leaned on the chair in an unimaginative manner, "It can't be done."

"You and I have not seen each other for many years. Today, I want to have a drink."

"Drink an egg, tomorrow night I will go back to Haiphong, I will go home and be close to my baby girl."

Wearing a bright red dress, Mo Hongniang smiled, "Well, what are you talking about?"

Earl Leng and Wei Tianxing got up, folded their hands, and said, "Madam."

....

Jiang Zihuan and Jiang Shang stood beside the burnt-out main hall, their faces illuminated by the red charcoal fire.

"The dinner and the chef...no more?"

Jiang Shang smiled bitterly, "Not only did those four explosions blow up the main hall, but the large kitchen on the side was also affected. The chefs happened to greet the anchovy at the entrance of the main hall...all there."

On the ground not far away, dozens of corpses in chef uniforms lay all over the place, waiting to be dealt with by the Jiang family.

So, the chef I specially invited for the dinner, served me a pot??

"Most of the prepared ingredients are either burned or smashed into a muddy mass, making them unusable."

"How about that big anchovy?"

Jiang Shang pointed to the front. A young man with a black face was kneeling beside a corpse and weeping silently. At more than ten meters away, he could barely see the scorched black object in the shape of a fish with bursts of hot steam.

"Unfortunately, the Nianzhi Nianli died...The anchovy should be able to find a few catties of good meat... As for the caviar, it is impossible.

"I have asked people to invite people to various restaurants, come and go... I don't know if it will be too late."

Jiang Ziwei gritted his teeth and said, "Damn...Send someone out to buy ingredients by the way, all, what you see and buy, all you want! There is someone in the house who can take care of it, quickly pick it out for me, I have a lot of rewards!"

The Jiang family has been attacked by the rebels more often, and has never been so embarrassed as it is today.

A crappy sneak attack actually made the guests at the Ms. Jiang's coming-of-age ceremony not even eat the dinner, and go home hungry?

Jiang Zihuan can't afford to lose that person, and the Jiang family can't afford to lose that person.

A group of Jiang’s servants were brought up. Jiang Zi smashed his horse as a living horse doctor, holding a glimmer of hope, "What...what do you guys do?"

Patriarch Jiang said that there are many rewards, that is, there are many rewards, and someone immediately sells himself:

"I can make cold wild vegetables."

"It's a must to make small pieces of boiled pork meat!"

"I'll make cucumbers. It has sesame oil and vinegar. It's delicious. You want to eat it again after you eat it once."

Cold wild vegetables?Poached meat?Shoot... cucumber??

Jiang Zihuan only felt that his head buzzed, like a fighter plane passing by at an ultra-low altitude.

"Get out! Get out of me!"

"Master..." Jiang Shang's eyes suddenly lit up, "Mister Lin, the lady who asked me to invite me, do you remember?"

"Of course... he... yes, he is a cook!!"

Jiang Shang nodded and shook his head, "Mr. Lin is not only a cook, but also a very powerful cook. Jiuzhan Palace was renamed Bafanglou because Master Xue lost in the competition with Lin Chou and was won with a dish."

"Go, please, please! At all costs."

For a moment, Lin Chou followed Jiang Shang into the large kitchen, and couldn't help but marvel:

"Fuck, are you sure that the rebel attack didn't come specifically to your kitchen?"

"..."

Lin Chou picked and picked on the ground, looked around, then shrugged, "I'm sorry, I can't do anything."

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, there is nothing, and it is impossible for Lin Chou to make a dish out of thin air.

Jiang Zihua patted his forehead and suddenly remembered something.

Bring Lin Chou to a gate behind the banyan tree, "There are only so many common ingredients in stock, are you enough? The ingredients for the dinner are all carefully prepared long in advance, and now I can't get the second batch. come out."

The air-conditioning in the gate is bursting, obviously using ice to keep it fresh. All kinds of poultry, eggs, vegetables and fruits are available, all of which are often seen on the market, nothing special.

"As long as these guests are full...that's all."

Meals for hundreds of people were served at the same time, leaving Lin Chou with less than an hour of preparation time. So, what should I do?

"Wow..."

The waves of the black sinking sea were overwhelmed with a sound, which disturbed Jiang Ziwei.

Lin Chou thought for a while, "It's done, just use these common ingredients, but I still need another essential ingredient."

"what?"

"Bullfrog."

"This...."

Nian Yi stood up from the body of Nian Zhi, with a smile that was uglier than crying, "Mr. Lin wants a bullfrog? I wonder if angry frog cubs are okay? Now it is the migration season of angry frogs, and it is often impossible to see them when they go down When it comes to the school of fish, it is full of angry frog cubs. There are many on board now...but the city gate is closed..."

"can."

Jiang Ziwei waved his hand, "Little friends in the Nian Festival are sorrowful and change....Don't worry about the city gate. You should contact the ship of the Nian family, and I will send someone to pick up the goods immediately."

"Brother Lin, how much do you want an angry frog? What are you going to do?"

Lin Chou thought for a while, "The more the better, the more complicated time is not enough, and the ingredients are limited, let's make a craft handed down by the ancestors of the Lin family, bullfrog hot pot!"

"Fire...hot pot..."

Jiang Ziwei felt as if he had fallen into a dark pit, and he couldn't touch the edge.

At this moment, a beautiful woman walked past the people with a goblet with a smile.

Twelve centimeters of crystal high-heeled shoes, silver white diamonds and fringed beveled edge evening dress reveals a large piece of white skin and back, the hair is coiled high, two delicate butterfly-like golden steps trembling slightly, the face With a light makeup, the whole person looks reserved and elegant.

Is it appropriate to serve hundreds of guests like this with a large pot of red hot pot at each table???

Jiang Ziwei couldn't help but said, "Lin... Boss, or, shall we change the dish?"

Lin Chou was extremely confident, "Don't worry, this dish will definitely satisfy everyone."

Where on earth are you confident? Hey, is it really good to eat hot pot on this occasion?

Lin Chou ignored a few people, and went on with a series of instructions. The Jiang's servants and the kitchen help began to prepare various ingredients.

The handling of most ingredients is very simple, just cut into thin slices, the thinner the better.

Jiang Ziwei was extremely bitter, "Master Shang, is this kid reliable?"