Doomsday Pavilion

Yinfeng Pavilion, a separate pavilion on the highest floor of the Bafang Building, is not easily used for hospitality.

Today, however, the ancient mahogany doors of Yinfeng Pavilion are wide open, and a few strands of sandalwood slowly escape.

There are a few people sitting with Da Ma Jindao in Yinfeng Pavilion, talking about Xingzheng.

Xue Zhen personally served the dishes and shook a few people’s attention.

"Old Xue, I haven't served a plate in many years, and the craftsmanship is a lot rusty?"

Xue Zhen laughed,

"Academician Kang is right. The last time he held the stove, he lost to a young man. It's not enough to refuse to accept the old!"

Academician Kang said, "Lao Xue is talking about boss Lin Choulin?"

Xue Zhen nodded sharply.

"Even you know? The waves behind the Yangtze River are pushing the waves forward. We are afraid that we will retire."

"No matter where, ginger is still hot."

"That's what I said, Jiang, I'm afraid it will be hard to chew."

Xue Zhen chuckled, and Academician Kang also chuckled, seemingly tacitly aware.

"Youdao is the most beautiful, but the sunset is red. The sunset is the thing about being late?"

Niu Lanshan, who was wearing rags and sitting in the corner without saying a word, suddenly said.

"Brother-in-law, what you said seems to be very targeted? You old fried dough sticks, what about my sister and me, fried fried dough sticks?"

Everyone is happy.

Xue Zhen put Liyunzi fried pomelo peel on the table,

"It doesn't matter whether you tiao or you tiao essence. Autumn is coming and spring is old, Mingguang, or our Mingguang, how about this dish? I just cooked it."

As soon as Xue Zhen gave in, everyone took advantage of the trend, holding a few pieces in their mouths.

"Um, pomelo peel? It tastes good."

"What are these little things, so delicious."

"Lao Xue is Lao Xue, how many years is this recipe?"

Xue Zhendao,

"In the autumn, the taste is flat and easy to get angry. It is a good time when the powder of pomelo peel and Liyunzi are on the stage. Liyunzi and pomelo peel are fresh and refreshing. They have a sweetness in them. Nourish the stomach."

"Liyun?"

"This is a name with a strong pen and ink flavor. Since it is rare for Xue Lao to cook, he naturally wants to taste it."

Xue Zhendao,

"This Li Yunzi and pomelo peel are the best match."

A group of people chatted about Li Yunzi's allusions and drank wine.

Xue Zhendao,

"I don't know, what do you think of what I said?"

Xue Zhen spoke, and Niu Lanshan also put away his arrogant appearance and made it right.

The spokesperson of the Commission took the lead to speak,

"We don't express our opinion, so let's ask the Research Institute and Hei Shenhai to mention it."

Niulan Mountain Road,

"Even though Xue Zhen is my brother-in-law, he does business in his business, and the black army's share is not enough, and he can't get a drop.

Xue Zhen smiled bitterly, not knowing whether he should cry or laugh when he looked at Niu Lanshan.

Niu Lanshan, dressed as a dancing god, exudes a faint smile of disdain from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother-in-law, you don’t need to look at me. The Black Army will not waste any drop of life poison, especially on a soft egg. I told you a long time ago that those two soft eggs, me and my sister, don’t I’ll catch it."

Obviously, it was not the first time Xue Zhen heard such words, but smiled bitterly.

Looking at the other person, this person was even more exotic than Niu Lanshan, and he simply wore a white coat dyed colorfully with paint. He obviously went along with Academician Kang, but he carried a big abacus with him.

It's... well... maybe it's a cashier from the research institute.

"Compared with the principles of our research institute, you also know that if you can come up with materials that satisfy us and are urgently needed, the poison of life can be given to you, but only a little. Next year, don't even think about it."

Niu Lanshan sneered.

"What a scientific research institute, the black army regards this thing as if the supply is in short supply, but your scientific research institute can actually use it as a favor? Withdraw your establishment and take the blame."

The cashier was nothing. Academician Kang with a beard almost didn't come up in one sigh of relief.

"You, you, huh, you don't know each other!"

Niu Lanshan smiled weirdly.

"Boy, count it, I played your little Ding Ding when you were crawling around with your bare ass. You seem to have a milk name called...Kang Hongwa, yes, it's Kang Hongwa. The kang of the native kang is not a resistance to resistance, nor is it a healthy Kang, hahaha..."

"..."

"Ahem."

A group of people changed their coughs.

The old academician almost fainted and his fingers trembled.

Xue Zhen was overjoyed.

"Academician Kang, are you serious about this?"

Academician Kang flicked his arm, turned and left, leaving a message.

"Scientific research institute said nothing, we want 20 kilograms of gloomy wood, you can figure it out."

The joy on Xue Zhen's face came and went quickly.

Twenty kilograms of gloomy wood?That thing that used tens of thousands of people to dig?

"Can you change the same..."

"impossible!"

Xue Zhen thought about Xue Mingyang’s tragic situation and gritted his teeth.

"Well, I have to trouble Academician Kang to help Old Xue and me buy more time."

Academician Kang didn't care too much.

"I'll leave it here, when will you Xue Zhen collect 20 kilograms of gloomy wood? This poison of life will definitely not lose you bit by bit. You will do what you say."

...

After everyone left, Xue Mingfang turned out from behind, his face also not pretty.

"Dad, what's the use of serving these uncles? Eat, eat, drink, take, and take. In the end, it's still a shit."

Xue Zhen glanced at his eldest son faintly.

"Do you know how important the poison of life is to the entire base city?"

"This..."

"These things of unknown origin, even few people have seen them, are one of the lifebloods of the base city. Not to mention the garrison army of the scientific research institute, even the black army, and they have no power to make this decision. Lanshan is here, this group of people will honestly eat a meal, and let Xue Jiayu ask for it?"

Xue Mingyang pouted for a while.

"I don't think Uncle has anything to do except to say something cool."

Xue Zhen said sharply,

"Nizi! Shut up!"

Before Xue Zhen's voice fell, he heard the sound of bricks on the roof.

"Brother-in-law, come to a pot of wine."

Xue Mingyang shrank his neck, his face flushed.

Xue Zhen glared at him and said,

"Lanshan, it's okay to do what you do on the roof, come down, brother-in-law will cook a few dishes for you, do you want the garlic short ribs, your sister loved this."

"Heh, there are hooks hidden in your Xue family's food...The top is good, and the wilderness can be seen from the top, the black sea and the roofed house, I can't sleep."

Xue Zhen smiled bitterly,

"What do you care about with me? How old is he and he knows a fart."

"boom."

Niu Lanshan fell from the roof,

"When Lao Tzu was his age, blood flowed into rivers in the dark sea and ocean monsters. The base city specializes in this kind of waste. I really don't know the above... mother, I am not a nanny."

"What are you doing in a daze? Didn't it mean the small garlic chop? Hurry up! While it's hot! Be spicy!"