Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou thought for a while, between friendship and circulation, of course...

"Sikong?"

"???"

"I have a dish that is not on the recipe. It is very powerful and delicious. It uses top-grade fourth-order ingredients. The most important thing is that you can also eat it..."

Sikong rolled his eyes, "You just say it, but it's okay!"

If you see it, communicating with smart people is worry-free.

"But..."

"...Forget it, you don't need to say, but the price is very expensive, right?"

You TM are a little annoying like this!

Sikong smiled slightly. At that moment, it was as if Jiangshan was holding the beauty and the mother-in-law was holding her back and the old man was beating her leg.

"I buy things and never ask the price. Do you know why?"

"..."

Obviously Lin Chou didn't want to cooperate.

"Because no matter how expensive it is, I can afford it—as long as I want."

"I have a small goal now, which is to earn him 100 million first."

Sikong squinted, raised a finger, and then another.

"Well, enough money."

Lin Chou turned around and left. Talking about money with this kind of person was an insult to him.

It would be superfluous for me to waste a word with you-in fact, I am ecstatic in my heart, I need this kind of customer, and bring me a truck!

Lin Chou prepared some coconut milk jelly and sea stone flower jelly and put them in the fresh-keeping cabinet. Fresh coconut juice is also iced in it. Just serve it on a plate, put mint leaves, and finally grind some rose salt. The surface of the sea stone cauliflower milk jelly is like pink stars, revealing a different style.

"Try it, this is a new dish, Haishi Cauliflower Milk Jelly."

Sikong stagnated slightly, a little uncertain, a little confused, "I can really eat? My body simply can't withstand too much original shock. To be precise, it won't work if it exceeds the first order."

Sikong swallowed, and the corners of his mouth were dry, "Hurry up, take it away, it smells too TM... I'm going to be unable to bear it anymore. It doesn't matter if I hang up. My unscrupulous dad will send tens of thousands of big soldiers. You even go back to the mountain and blast the swallow back to the lake, and then blow up the base city..."

"What's the matter, I said you can eat, but you can't make it?"

Sikong picked up the spoon, "Stay there, don't delay my son's meal."

"..."

This is the word of mouth, right?

Lin Chou walked into the kitchen happily, well, if you can, please use the circulation points to insult the chef.

Take out a crocodile palm from the fresh-keeping cabinet.

Blanch the water first, then freeze, remove the scales, then boil the oil three times, spread soy sauce in the meantime, and fry into a large pine skin shape.

The guinea fowl, beef ribs, and ham are boiled in a soup, steamed in a steamer with three-color snake wine smeared with crocodile palms.

One hour later, add chicken fir mycelium soy sauce and also use Sancai snake wine to collect the soup, and pour it on the palms of alligators.

Lin Chou finished the food that would have taken six hours to complete in one hour, and it must be attributed to something like Sancai Snake Wine.

Sikong finished the sea stone cauliflower milk jelly early, and woke up from the emptiness of "minimalist", "Sizzle, sizzle...what kind of taste is this, so fragrant...sizzle, hurry up, my son can't wait Up!"

"Oh, Lord Sagong is also here, the slave family is polite... well, it's so fragrant, slave, I'm hungry too, I really want to eat."

Yoyo Luming, Shiyezhiping...cough cough.

"Oh, miss... well, good son Sagong, little pigeon please peace of mind!"

Sikong coughed twice, "It turned out to be everyone Bai, this is my son's dish, everyone wants to eat it, but we have to wait."

Bai Suren's cherry lips moved slightly, and his eyes were rippling, "Master Sikong, the slave will have a performance for a while, are you willing to let people return to the base city on an empty stomach?"

Sikong blinked, "Everyone, can you order some other dishes, for example, Lin Chou's... the toothy wolf sashimi is good, fresh and tender."

Bai Suren said quietly, "Slave, I don't want to eat too oily today."

"That happens to be, my dish, smelled, red braised, deep-fried and heavy soup, it really is not suitable for everyone."

Bai Suren flicked his sleeves, his eyebrows were upside down, "Master Sikong, do you really want to fight the slave today?"

"Where did everyone Bai come from? I don't dare... if one day I walk on the road and get knocked out by everyone's crazy fans and thrown into the toilet, I will have nowhere to cry."

Bai Suren snorted, "Boss Lin, what is the price of this dish?"

Usually it's called... ahem... This time it's called Boss Lin, if it's such a formal name... it means business affairs?

"Two hundred ten thousand circulation points."

Bai Suren smiled slightly, "The slave has 300,000 circulation points, please ask Boss Lin to make another copy for Young Master Sikong!"

Sikong raised his eyebrows, "I'll give out half a million, and Mr. Lin will make another copy for everyone."

"Six hundred thousand."

"one million."

"five million."

"Ten million."

Lin Chou cried, because of the money, so he kindly persuaded him,

"Fight!"

Do you really dare to give, I really dare to ask or what?

Regarding the money of his conscience, Lin Chou was afraid that his seventh spine neck fell out of his pocket and slapped him to death.

"Kang Dang."

The stone disc with a diameter of more than two meters made a loud noise on the table, and a giant steaming palm was placed on it.

Lin Chou rolled his eyes and said, "Boss Lin made the hind legs this time. It was nearly 800 catties. You can't finish ten of them. Who is that? Little pigeon... Go get the knife, fork and chopsticks, everyone. Eat together, I haven't eaten yet!!"

The pigeon snickered and left silently.

Sikong and Bai Suren looked at each other, "Humph!"

Bai Suren turned his body and sorrowed to Lin, "Young Master Lin, you are good or bad~!"

"I have something worse, do you want to feel it?"

Lin Chou looked viciously, staring diagonally at the pan on the wall.

But Su Ren Bai blushed a long time ago, and covered his face with a handkerchief. He didn't see it at all, "Su...Su...Rong Nu's family is thinking about one or two..."

"puff!"

The blood of Sikong and Lin Chou collided in the air, composing a moving tragic song.

"Hahaha...cough cough..."

Lin Chou squeezed a few words from his teeth, "Laugh, laugh to you."

The delicately braised crocodile palm is covered with thick and shiny red soup. The breeze blows through, and it really reaches the realm of "like a beautiful flower, rippling water".

With a light touch with the chopsticks, a piece of crocodile palm meat slides down just the size of your mouth, and the glue seeps out from the left pit, dripping without dripping, and condenses into a bow.

Sikong's eyes widened, "This, is this the back of a crocodile?"

"Yes."

Bai Suren covered her cherry lips, "Oh my god, slaves have eaten the eight treasure bear paws made by Master Xue in the Jiuzhan Palace, and they have never reached the jelly-like gelatinous quality of Lin Gongzi, let alone the fleshy texture is tougher. Divided alligator palm, Master Lin, slave, admire!"

Sikong sneered, "Old Xueqi lost, and Jiushan Palace has long been renamed Bafanglou. Bai everyone, recently, there are not many people watching performances, right? Do you need this young man to cheer you up?"

The implication is, everyone, Bai, how long have you been poor since you had a meal in Lao Xue?Shame?

"Humph!"

Little pigeon, "snoring...wheezing...oooo...so delicious..."

"..."

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"..."

See it, this is the kind of three black lines that can strangle people!

The little pigeon felt that the air was suddenly cold for three minutes, "Um...Miss...you don't eat it if you are swollen...but...it's delicious! Snoring..."

Lin Chou thought for a long time, but he didn't come up with half an adjective in total.

Forget it, maybe this is the only smart person today.