Doomsday Pavilion

Regardless of poverty or wealth, no matter how scared or afraid, you still have to eat.

When Lin Chou opened the lid of the iron plate, the steam exploded like a nuclear bomb.

The steam has the flavor of thick and mellow rice wine, and it is also full of the sweetness of razor clams. After smelling it, I feel that my mood is several times better.

Razor clams are also called Tang monk meat and Xi Shi tongue, which means that in addition to being extremely good for the body and delaying aging, the taste is also a kind of ultimate enjoyment. The tender and juicy touch is just like the lips of a beauty. Deeply obsessed with it, unable to extricate itself.

With a light bite, the full juice in it will come out and infiltrate the entire mouth, like the deep kiss of parting when you are broken in love with your beloved beauty.

No one spoke, everyone was quietly recollecting the feelings of the moment.

The fish is completely removed by the rice wine, and the salt is appropriately grilled, which is tender, smooth, fresh and refreshing.

The waitress served a bowl of sandworm chicken shredded soup for each person, and when placed in front of them, everyone's attention returned to their bodies.

Sandworm Chicken Broth The soup is dense and thick, and the soup is as white as milk, with a thin layer of grease attached to its surface, without a trace of steam separating from it, perfectly retaining all the flavors.

Leng Han used a silver spoon to pick up a spoonful of soup. The soup bulged in an amazing arc on the silver spoon. The soup on the bottom of the silver spoon was "hanging cups" in a layered net shape, showing its concentration.

With a small spoonful of soup entrance, there is an illusion that the entire mouth is occupied.

The freshness from the sea and the freshness from the land blend perfectly in the mouth and become more and more intense, and the heat contained therein makes this taste even more extreme.

It’s hard to imagine that there is almost no seasoning, and the chicken silk sandworm soup without salt can actually be so delicious.

"call..."

Leng Han swallowed gently, exhaled, sweating on his forehead, and whispered softly.

"It's hot and fresh."

Sandworms themselves are not like expensive ingredients such as sea cucumbers, abalones and shark fins. These ingredients have no taste.

Sandworm is different. It has a very delicious taste. It is called natural MSG by people before the cataclysm. It can be cooked with almost any ingredient. In addition to retaining its own unique taste, it can also make other ingredients more delicious. Floors.

People often say,

To offend a woman, two sentences can do it.

One said she was fat, and the other said she was ugly.

It is even easier to find a common topic with a woman, just discuss the skin with her.

Even the boss of Xiaolin said that this soup can beautify the skin and beautify, but they are genuine food chefs, don't try the effect quickly!

Maybe there will be some unexpected surprises?

After a group of women tasted the taste, they became more determined to send people to the beach every day to buy some sandworms, and they also wanted to buy the freshest ones, the ones just dug out of the sand!

The women were talking excitedly.

A group of men have a lot of thoughts, at least more than women.

The dishes are completely irresistible. This kind of delicacy makes them feel that all the well-paid chefs in their family should be thrown into the garbage recycling station.

But the more delicious the dishes, the more disturbed they are.

No, this is not right, it's completely messed up!

A total of two people were also fortunate enough to be invited by Leng Han to participate in her "banquet" to test the lock blade last time. One of them was Xu Yin who was sitting next to Su Zhaorong.

Xu Yin clearly remembered that there was only one dish that day. The boiled pork boiled some greens by the way, and there was no salt. After eating, he was almost sent to Guimenguan by the cold tyrannosaurus.

He is still relatively lucky. As for the other person, Xu Yin's gaze glanced at Daddy Jiang.

The other one is even worse. I didn’t say that I was in bed for three months. I might be beaten up to the point that I couldn’t use my brain. I actually tried every means to send it to the door...

When Xu Yin thought of this, he felt like a mouse in his heart.

Mother, I just ate unsalted boiled vegetable meat that day. Today is so rich...it's not a decapitated rice!!

Self-brain supplement is the most deadly.

For a while, the food in Xu Yin’s mouth was tasteless, only the epic magical war movie that was full of brains—

A prehistoric tyrannosaurus spit out cold ice, frozen everything into a statue, waved its claws, and everything turned into powder.

Then somehow, he turned into a human-shaped gummy again and was slammed on the ground with a sledgehammer.

In short, Xu Yin imagined countless possibilities within one minute, no matter what, the final result made him gurgle in cold sweat.

"Hello!"

"what!"

Xu Yin whispered, awakened from the fantasy, and saw everyone staring at him.

Mouthful bitter, dry explanation,

"Ahem, I'm sorry, thinking of something, I'm distracted..."

"..."

Su Zhaorong rolled his eyes and murmured,

"Why are you distracted today?"

Faced with two minimalist dishes and almost everyone can't help but taste, the other person who shouldn't be "wandering" at this moment is even more weird.

Because Jiang Zhengyang turned a blind eye to the neatly arranged oysters on a large "iceberg" and the two fragrant dishes nearby.

Without saying a word, he was eating fruit with his eyes absent, and he had mechanically repeated his chewing movements for a long time.

"Ahem!"

Jiang Zhengyang coughed, "Um... this fruit is Xiaofengli, it's very sweet, you can taste it together?"

"Hehe."

Su Zhao couldn't help but laughed.

Jiang Zhengyang tried his best to transform the "banquet qualification" into the "landlord friendship." At this moment, the embarrassment and helplessness, I am afraid he could not imagine before, right?

It was Jiang Zhengyang himself, now a little at a loss.

After Da Lenghan and this kid came up, they didn't go according to his plan for half a second.

The kitchen has meticulously prepared countless delicacies and delicacies, but they have to eat the ghosts dug out of the silt. A large bamboo basket almost makes myself vomit dehydrated. Just thinking about it, I have the urge to go to the bathroom again... ...Wait a minute, what's my plan??

Forget it, Jiang Zhengyang felt extremely weak.

At this moment, I just want to quickly end this lunch, it is best to drive everyone away, and then take a cold shower for five hours!

Yushan on the side was smiling and admiring Lin Chou's dishes, but when she turned her face, she became confused and hated iron and steel.

With such a unique opportunity, there is not even half a person who is against you to compete with you. You dignified Jiang Zhengyang, Mr. Jiang, was defeated by a broken bamboo basket?

That look of tiredness and no love can be shown to the sweetheart?

What is the meaning of that expression of seeing off guests?

naive!!

Yushan had doubts about her vision for the first time. Sure enough, Jiang was still old and hot, and the Jiang family might have her own judgment if he did not choose the only male heir.

Could it be that I was really wrong?