Doomsday Pavilion

Generally speaking, good things should be shared with everyone... well, this is bullshit.

The reality is that good things must be sold at a relatively equal price to be serious—especially when a local tyrant passes by.

One of the three bonito has been alienated. Even if the "Boss's Little Secret" mission does not appear, Lin Chou can provide it to customers. Of course, if there is a mission, a spoonful of stew is perfect.

Sikong said while playing with a huge black pearl.

"Lin Chou, what do you think of my black pearl, its color, its purity, its roundness... how does it compare to the one you gave to Miss Jiang?"

Lin Chou glanced at it. The pearl was five centimeters in diameter. It was surprisingly large, and the brilliance that it reflected was believed to dazzle anyone's eyes.

Unfortunately, Lin Chou is not interested in such things at all.

"Where did it come from?"

Sikong smiled playfully, "Bafanglou, from the Xue family."

"Sent from the Xue family?"

Sikong Road,

"I don't know what Xue Ming is doing. It seems like planting in my house every day, and I'm so bored."

Lin Chou didn't answer this question, and Bafanglou was forced to change its name because of his credit. The hatred is hatred or resentment, and Lao Xue was also tossed and held on to others.

Sagong’s giant duck did not come. Lin Chou expressed his relief. It was rare to have a cup of cold glutinous rice and golden coconut coconut milk. He smiled and spoke softly.

"It's free!"

Sikong opened his mouth wide.

"You are so kind?"

Lin Chou continued to smile,

"Um, Sora, have you heard of bonito?"

Sikong looked wary and suspicious,

"Um, worry, have you heard of Amway?"

Lin Chou was filled with Amway's mouth and choked silently.

Sikong asked, "What kind of fish?"

Lin Chou was immediately resurrected with blood,

"Bonito, the taste is quite tender. It is most suitable for sashimi. This is the bonito in the warm pond that is difficult to find in the Black Sea. The meat is several times more fatty than ordinary bonito..."

Sikong breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was shocked. It turned out to be spending money. I said it earlier, what are you doing so serious, with a strange expression-this son thought you had something indescribable."

"..."

"But I don’t want to eat sashimi today, Lin Chou, do you know that the scallion pancakes are the scallion pancakes that can be split into two in the middle. Oh, when I was passing by Xiacheng today, I saw a group of porters eating. Ah, I can smell it all the way!"

Sikong pointed to the bodyguards standing in line outside the door, a little angry and helpless.

"These guys said they won't let me eat anything. Why, I can't eat two scallion pancakes in circulation? It's so delicious in the world, it's obviously delicious... alas..."

"Scallion... Scallion pancakes?"

Lin Chou Fufu, are the brain circuits of children from rich families different from those of normal people?

"Yes, with some lamb soup, beef soup and red oil, you can also eat it in a soak, I'm drooling just thinking about it!"

"Well, on this hot day, or in the afternoon, you want to eat scallion pancakes and soup?"

"Is there a problem?"

drop,

"Trigger continuous missions, the boss's little secret: As the chef god of the future apocalypse, how can you be easily seen through by stupid lower primates?

Nothing can be done, no food can be ordered.

Only (bi) and only (xu) are allowed to make the favorite food of the customer once a month. There is no restriction on the ingredients, and the host cannot choose the customer by himself. The system will be very kind and provide simple production steps.

If the customer is satisfied, the random attribute point will be rewarded +1, and the Houshan nursery can plant 1 crop seed; if the customer is not satisfied, the random attribute point will be punished by -1, and the random loss of body volume will be 7%.

Mandatory designated task food this month: onion pancakes.

Specified task customer: Sikong.

Completion time, one business day.

The brief production steps are as follows:..."

Hello, ellipsis.

Goodbye, ellipsis.

Seeing the familiar ellipsis again, Lin Chou had mixed feelings, and what linked these hundreds of feelings together was Lin Chou's roar full of MMP greetings.

With a feeble benevolence, Lin Chou finally made a dying struggle.

"Don't you really try bonito sashimi?"

Di, "Warning, it is forbidden for the host to evade system tasks by any means of behavior, damn it!"

"..."

Scallion pancakes, Lin Chou had eaten the bran version when he was a child. It was mouth-twisting and unpalatable, and it had to be paired with amaranth that was pickled a little smelly. It felt like a scumbag when I recalled it now.

This thing is made without any technical content. Choose a catty of flour, add a guinea fowl egg, warm water to dissolve the green salt and knead the noodles, and knead the noodles slightly to facilitate the next processing.

Shallots, wild scallions and dried red onions are chopped in a ratio of three to two to one.

The spiciness of these slaves was so intense when they were mixed together, Lin Chou cursed Sikong who was hitting evil with tears.

My mother has an egg, so I can't die to eat scallion pancakes.

Then pull the dough into a uniform size agent, roll it out thin, brush oil on one side, sprinkle chopped green onion and pepper powder, and then cover a layer of crust, brush the same oil, sprinkle chopped green onion and pepper powder, and cover the last layer with Press lightly with your hands, and then roll it back and forth in a circular motion. The scallion pancakes are ready to be put into the pot.

Put a small amount of lard and clear oil in the pot at a ratio of two to one. When the blue smoke comes out, turn the scallion pancake three times back and forth. A steaming scallion pancake that can be torn into three single sheets is ready to be baked. .

Lin Chou was also making beef miscellaneous soup before. Bring a pot of beef bone soup from the incubator to a boil, blanch some heart, liver, intestines, and lungs into a bowl.

While the soup is hot, pick a few fresh devil peppers, pull out a tender ginger, put them together and mash them into a puree, add a little sesame oil and salt, dilute the soy sauce and vinegar with water, stir together, and make a simple Scallion pancakes with spicy dipping sauce.

Bring the three samples to Sikong, "There is red oil on the table, add it yourself."

Sikong took the chopsticks and couldn't wait.

"Hot, hiss..."

It is very rare for Sikong to lose the gentle chivalrous demeanor, sweating hot and eating happily.

Lin Chou was a little surprised to see, for the first time he doubted his own taste.

"Is it so delicious?"

Sikong rolled his eyes in disdain and squinted Lin sorrow.

"How can you, an iron cock with money-eyed eyes, understand this young man's state of mind."

"My son is happy with the people, not eating scallion pancakes, but loneliness!"

God TM is happy with the people, feelings. Are you a white dragon fish suit to understand the people’s sentiments?

"It's really hard for the people to work hard. They are squeezed and pressed, and the tax is collected hugely. Mr. Sikong is on the top... Your old man really doesn't try the bonito sashimi strongly recommended by the store manager? No one hundred thousand... fifty thousand circulation points!"

Sikong rolled his eyes wildly,

"I think the scallion pancakes are good."

Greetings your uncle for this handsome.

"I tell you, the boat of friendship has turned over!"