Doomsday Pavilion

Recently, Shan Ye and some people have been tortured by the Scientific Research Institute of the Development Committee. As soon as their front feet left the research institute, they were called to talk with each other on the back feet.

In the words of Lord Shan, if it were not for the money, the goods would have broken out.

I haven't been to the restaurant for a few days. Why can't I recognize this change?

Shan Ye stared at the bull's eyes, greeted one by one, and even the title was the same.

"grown ups..."

"grown ups..."

"grown ups..."

"That hairy face, your seniority is very big!"

Huang Dashan's heel softened,

"Not big, not big, compared with the adults, I am scum, scum..."

Wen Zhongjiu can be regarded as a loyal spirit, and the topic is changed calmly.

"Well, what are you holding for Xiaolin?"

Huang Dashan grinned, "Master Wen, see if you recognize it, this is a good thing, oh ha ha ha ha."

Wen Zhongjiu and Lin Chou took the small cloth bag and took a look. Inside were some long gray plant seeds, some were broken, some still looked intact, and the rich aroma stimulated the nostrils.

"Cumin, is this cumin?"

"Scientific research institute...stole it??"

Huang Dashan smiled silly and nodded, very proud.

"Some seeds are still intact, brother Lin, you can try them out, hehe..."

To say that Lin Chou was very pleasantly surprised. Even after the cataclysm, a mutated iron wire vine replaced cumin, but after all, it was only a substitute, and the taste was only similar, and its effect was limited.

Sister Xingxing sniffed, a greasy expression on Mao's face,

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"..."

Lin Chou waved his hand.

"This is a good thing, a very powerful thing... Let's make a string today!"

He carefully picked out each good cumin seed and put it away, and Lin Chou began to prepare various vegetables and meat for barbecue.

As the most primitive way of cooking food for human beings, barbecue itself has become a kind of culture.

From the barbecue stalls in Mingguang City to the lunch of hunters in the wilderness, this kind of food processing method accompanied by the smell of fireworks can be described as everyone knows.

Birds and beasts, fresh seafood, fruits and vegetables, as long as they can be placed on the grill, there is nothing to not roast.

But meat is always the absolute protagonist of barbecue.

The fresh and tender rib beef should be large and square, in two skewers, skewered with sticks cut from dry cypress branches.

For lamb, choose lamb rump and tenderloin. The meat is tender and juicy, strung with the fat of lamb belly, sprinkled with cumin and dried red onion and marinated slightly.

The best part of pork is pork neck. Every fiber of the best pork neck is the perfect combination of fat and muscle. It is rich in fat and has a very soft taste. Of course, it should be made with garlic and all halves. Garlic meat.

The whole leg of lamb and lamb chops, fresh sea fish, and other such as angry frog, oyster squid ribs, chicken wings, tendons, potatoes, eggplants, big peppers, there are always dozens of kinds prepared.

Of course, it is perfect with the necessary five-spice powder and barbecue sauce mixed with various spices.

Here, five spice usually refers to five common basic spices such as fennel, pepper, aniseed, cinnamon, and cloves.

Four grills were opened in a row, and the red charcoal fire was turned on.

A group of people are all Tier 5 masters, and they have no scruples about the materials they choose. From ordinary fruits and vegetables to Tier 4 monsters, everything can be served.

In the willow pavilion, on the grass, groups of three or five were sitting or standing waiting to have a meal. Some people were carrying cold beer or a jar of colorful snake wine and playing billiards, creating a harmonious scene.

As the wisps of white smoke mixed with roasting spices, especially the spicy scent of cumin, began to drift away, people in the entire yard looked back frequently.

"Hi, this smell..."

"Why don't it taste the same as the barbecue we eat in the wilderness?"

"I have eaten barbecue all my life, but this taste makes me a little strange!"

Shan Ye worked bitterly as a waiter, and running water usually sent all kinds of freshly baked skewers everywhere, while the potted plants were still selling her discounted drinks.

Wen Zhongjiu peeled the peanut shells, one peanut and one sip of wine. He was personable. He frowned when he saw a large iron pan with smoked meat skewers brought up.

Obviously this kind of thing does not fit the graceful style of Master Wen,

"Eat, eat!"

Uncle Zhao stuffed a sign into Wen Zhongjiu's hand, "Old Wen, why don't you do it? Can't wait for your brother to feed you?"

Wen Zhongjiu gave a bitter smile, picked up a bunch of white ribs that looked the most upright, and took a bite.

"Huh? This smell..."

Uncle Zhao squinted, "Hey, you know that your old boy never eats this kind of food. Tsk, how does it taste?"

Tasting the wine carefully, "very rough, very special, the taste of this cumin...very strange, similar to the taste of iron vine, but more prominent and richer."

In fact, it was very unexpected from Wenzhong Wine.

Uncle Zhao's face was boring, and he made a sound.

"There are so many twists and turns to eat, old boy, I heard that the rice paper used for calligraphy in your home is full of two rooms?"

Wen Zhongjiu smiled faintly,

"It's just a little hobby."

Uncle Zhao was boring, slapped Wen Zhongjiu’s shoulder, leaving a big handprint of grease twists.

"Fuck, you've been like this wine jar book nerd since you were a child, remember how many times your father smoked you because of this?"

Wen Zhongjiu's face turned black to the bottom of the pot,

"Ahem, decades of old things, never mention it again."

How can Zhao Ershu make him do what he wants, "Well, my old man and your old man and Leng's old man have a strange temper, hahaha, even his mother’s posture of beating her son is exactly the same. ."

Wen Zhongjiu smiled bitterly, "You forgot, there is also Qin...the product."

Uncle Zhao frowned, "That kid, too gloomy, not as good as you nerd."

Wen Zhongjiu drank a sip, "What is too gloomy? Isn't it because the four of us stole a pair of Aunt Yue's armor, and finally let you top the tank, you hate Lao Qin."

"Kouhu!" Uncle Zhao seemed to be greatly insulted, "I'm that kind of person? What a joke, I'm pooh, I can hold a boat in the belly of the prime minister, I..."

"Come on, you, what do you plan to do when talking about Lao Qin, that girl from the Qin family?"

Zhao Ershu scratched his head,

"Don't talk about Qin's girl, it's my... girl, I don't know how to say it, Earl Leng's little bastard is neat, so I hooked up one first."

Wen Zhongjiu glanced at Lin Chou who was busy behind the grill.

"Good choice."

Zhao Ershu barked his teeth, "It's really good."

"You said they were so dull?"

Wen Zhongjiu sprayed Zhao Ershu's face with a sip of beer, "Go!"

Uncle Zhao didn't care and wiped his face.

"Well, that's not there yet? Gee, that's my girl, hehe!"

"How do I know, you are crazy..."

.......

Lin Chou is very satisfied with this scene, this is life, um, postmodern life in the last days.

One person smashes the string, it is the mood, two people smashes the string, the smash is tacit understanding, a group of people smashes the string, the squash is the world.

Making skewers is a profound and profound art. Between beer and barbecue, there is always a plate of peanuts, edamame and cucumbers.

He chuckled and chuckled, and drank a bottle of beer to his mouth.

As the saying goes, when is Chunhuaqiuyue, the past is always having barbecue.

It doesn't matter if there is no edamame or cucumber, but.

"I always feel that something is missing," Lin Chou said.

The potted plants seem to have been harvested very well today, with a blind eyebrow smiling. Hearing this, he bypassed the big breasted sister who was laying hands on Lin Chou and said thiefly,

"Brother Chou, without music, how can you not have two subwoofers stand up to receive praise when you play string?"

"The bass...cannon, what kind of weapon? It sounds dangerous."

The potted plant smiled,

"Brother Sorrow, just look at you."

The potted plant was rummaged in the treasure bag that never left the body, and four speakers with square heads were found out, placed in four directions outside the crowd.

She narrowed her eyes, coughed twice, and solemnly announced to everyone,

"Ahem, you are blessed, this is a real treasure of art before the cataclysm, the best song, not one of them, of course, it is also my grandmother's most admired singer, hum, it’s free, don’t charge you Oh! It’s cheaper for you!"

Everyone was speechless.

"Dangdangdang, let's start!"

A crisp rhythm flowed from the speakers like spring water, and then a lazy and soft female voice sang,

"Rememberingme

discoverandsee

Allovertheworld

she'sknownasagirl..."

The lively scene is like the stop button has been pressed,

"What kind of bird language is this?"

"I tugged and listened for a long time, but didn't understand a word."

"Well, this is... the foreign language before the cataclysm, right?"

Although no one can understand, the rhythm and elasticity presented by the violent impact of the broken beat in the music are very strong, and people can't help but have the urge to continue listening.

"Godisagirl

Whereveryouare

Doyoubelieveitcanyourecieveit?

Godisagirl

Whateveryousay

Doyoubelieveitcanyourecieveit?"

At the end of the song, someone finally couldn't help but say,

"The song before the cataclysm is good, but...the damn can't understand what the bird is singing. In a word, it is far worse than the Peony Pavilion of everyone."

"But it feels very compelling."

"Hey, forcing this thing, if others don't understand you, then it's called forcing...others don't understand and you don't, so what's the point?"

"Stop, stop!"

"Humph!"

The potted plant raised its head with disdain,

"A good song needs to experience the baptism of life and death. Although the people of the past are not there, the familiar melody will be frozen in time and space forever in the way of artistic life without beginning and end. This song can let you understand, What is the meaning of life!"

Isn't the meaning of life YesOrNo?Everyone already knows this.

The potted plant felt despised and was anxious.

"This is the Divine Comedy! Do you understand the Divine Comedy?"

"Uh...."

"I don't know much."

"Little girl film, let's listen to everyone's excerpts, and chanting will work!"

This man’s proposal yielded a lot of empty wine bottles and soles. Here you are drinking beer and skewered in full swing. You tell us to let the door listen to Du Liniang at Peony Pavilion?

That scene was really harmonious and weird, and just thinking about it made people irritated with white hair.

Are you long-hearted?

You are insulting barbecue...No, you are insulting everyone!

At this time Wen Zhongjiu spoke, his tone full of humility,

"Well, I personally, I still have a little research on English. This phrase should be translated as'God is a daughter, no matter where you are, can you believe and accept it'? Cough, ugly A... I have limited abilities, this translation may be very different from the actual meaning."

The applause came from the admiration of the dumbfounded people for those who learned rich five cars.

But the potted plants are very proud,

"It's very different from the actual meaning? It's more than a big difference. It's a big difference. My grandma tells you, how can you understand the deeper meaning of this song, this song In the middle, there is the praise for love, the yearning for all the good things in the world, the praise for life, and..."

Uncle Zhao grinned, "Green girl, it's so evil, you tell me first, what is the name of this song?"

The potted plant looked very annoyed at the name Green Girl, and rolled her delicate little eyes.

"Listen, this song is called..."

"Heaven is not fair!"

"puff."

Wen Zhongjiu was sprayed with another sip of beer on Zhao Ershu's face, and his fingers pointed at the potted plants tremblingly, his mouth crooked.

"Godisagirl-God is not fair??"

It's not fair, but his mother...

Zhao Ershu wiped his face, squinted at the warm wine, and jumped up with the anger.

"Heaven is not fair, when has grandma been fair?"

"Roast leg of lamb is here~~"

Lin Chou personally carried a huge plate with golden pelvis legs piled in a pyramid shape.

Uncle Zhao's attention was suddenly attracted, and he threw away his arms to greet him, "Haha, lamb shank, your second uncle is here!"

Lin Chou was still walking forward trembling, but he didn't know that Uncle Zhao had already rushed up.

"Hey!"

Uncle Zhao is like a kite with broken wings, rolling back three in a row, and clattering to the ground.

"..."

Lin Chou placed the roasting pan on the ground, taking it for granted that everyone's eyes had been attracted by his Lin's roast leg of lamb.

Proudly,

"See, the skin is golden and crispy, and the inside is rich in fat and juicy. This is a good fourth-order rock lamb..."

Sister Xing Xing touched a piece of roast leg of lamb, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed.

"Xiao Lin, did you feel that you hit something?"

"???"

Sister Xingxing sighed, her eyes pitying,

"Little Er, let my sister have a look, is my little butt swollen."

Uncle Zhao got up from the ground, crazy, the mud on his forehead mixed with the wet wine has turned into mud, flowing unscrupulously.

"What the hell is going on!!!"

Lin Chou gave a cry and scratched his head.

"Um...I hit this??"