Doomsday Pavilion

(Thanks to the lord for waiting for the kiss to the lord for a thousand rewards, okay.)

The chaff husk will not burn, burn without flames from the inside and the outside, only slightly red sparks and smoke but no open flames. This kind of fire has a special name, called "child fire", child fire The temperature is low and soft, and it is mostly used for simmering.

A little bit of knowledge about the profession of chefs will tell you that, as long as you use the zimu fire for cooking, it will take three to five hours.

After more than half an hour, the wet paper on the mouth of the can just saw bulging.

When the temperature of the water inside came up, blisters appeared. These bubbles were blocked by the paper and shattered, swelling clear foam on the outside of the paper.

Xue Zhen wiped the sealing paper with a towel dipped in boiling water from time to time. It was not until one hour later that the jar only saw water vapor and no foam.

Xue Zhen took out another bottle of liquor, and when he opened it, he choked his nose.

Qin Wuyong is quite familiar with this taste.

"Master Xue, is this tequila?"

Xue Zhen didn't expect anyone to know this kind of wine.

"Hey, as far as I know, I seem to be the only one in this base city who uses this kind of wine to make dishes. How did the little brother recognize this wine?"

Qin Wuyong scratched his head,

"Ahem, when I was hungry and unbearable in the wilderness, I ate tequila...that...the tequila tastes more unique, so I smelled it as soon as you took out this wine, Master Xue ."

Xue Zhen smiled and nodded, tearing open the sealing paper of the jar, and took out the two lids, one large and one small.

The mouth of the jar is similar to a kimchi jar, with an outer edge and an inner edge, but the outer edge is much wider than the average kimchi jar.

The small lid is in the shape of a dish with a circle of inner buckles, which fits into the inner edge of the can mouth.

Xue Zhen poured the entire bottle of wine on the outer edge of the jar, then covered it with a large bowl-shaped lid, and then poured a bottle of tequila on the jar and sealed it thoroughly.

When the steam started to emerge from the wine on the edge of the can, Xue Zhen ignited the wine.

Youlan took a crimson flame soaring more than two feet high, the fragrance of wine swayed wantonly, and it took more than ten minutes for the flame to go out.

Xue Zhen found a chair and sat facing the fire.

"Xiaoyou Lin, how long will your food take?"

Lin Chou asked, "How about you?"

"Seven hours."

Lin Chou said,

"Almost, my food can be served on the stove after another eight hours."

Qin Wuyong looked at his watch and said that since the two started to cook the third dish, more than four hours have passed. What kind of dish is Lin Chou doing? It takes eight hours to cook?

But seeing Lin Chou's secretive appearance, Qin Wuyong didn't run over to betray himself.

Well, does the evil taste of being a chef also include the various expressions on the faces of diners when they serve dishes?

The sky was getting darker, and those who could not bear it started to leave, and after receiving news, the Bafang Building soon became full.

It's just that they were a little out of time. Xue Zhen closed his eyes on the chair to rest up his mind, and from time to time he got up to fiddle with the charcoal fire. Lin Chou simply snored behind the dining table.

A sleepy hypnotic atmosphere permeated the entire Bafang Building hall.

...

"Squeak."

I don't know when it was time, the door of Bafang Building was suddenly pushed open, and Zhao Ershu and Zhao Ziyu rushed in.

Zhao Er shouted as soon as he entered the door,

"Lin Chou? What about Lin Chou! What's the situation?"

Zhao Ziyu pressed her face tightly,

"Oh, oh, sorrowful brother-in-law... cheap brother-in-law, quack, I heard that you lost a finger and a hand? Let me see what it looks like?"

Uncle Zhao frowned,

"Ziyu, don't talk nonsense."

Zhao Ziyu sticks out his tongue and looks around the crowd.

Seeing that no one answered him, Zhao Er's anger exploded with his class aura.

"It's all fucking dead? Talk!!!"

Qin Wuyong pointed to the empty dining table.

"Well, boss Lin has drunk too much, and he's getting up to sleep right now."

Zhao Er didn't take two steps to the balcony before he smelled a strong alcohol.

Xue Zhen opened his eyes,

"The second master is here too... hehe, this is my personal matter with Lin Xiaoyou, and I hope that the second master will give me a little bit of face to Old Xue, don't interfere."

Zhao Er's eyes widened, he saw the dazzling hands on Lin Chou's dining table from afar, and asked in disbelief.

"What did you say? You say it again?"

Xue Zhen got up and bowed,

"Second Lord, if you want to interrupt this competition, I am afraid I will live without a face."

Uncle Zhao’s lips were trembling,

"I...no... Xue Zhen, are you fucking crazy or something?"

"Second Master thinks I will lose?"

"Aren't you already..."

Xue Zhen laughed,

"Even if you lose one more game, it will be just one kick. It's not a big deal. Besides, the victory or defeat is not yet known."

"..."

Zhao Er couldn't help thinking, is it really that Lao Tzu can't keep up with your rhythm? I can understand every word. How to combine the meaning, the more I hear it, the more wrong it becomes?

"call..."

Lin Chou showed his head from behind the dining table and asked drunkenly.

"Old Xue, what time is it?"

This wine was fine when I drank it, and fine after I drank it.

But taking advantage of the alcohol to sleep for a while, after waking up, it is simply a pain.

Xue Zhendao,

"It's three o'clock, and it will be a while before dawn."

Lin Chou yawned,

"Well, it just so happens to go fish again..."

Zhao Er looked at Xue Zhen and then at Lin Chou, feeling that he had become the second fool, what happened??

"Lin Chou, what do you kid do!"

"Hey, the second master is here, where are the others."

"What other people?"

Lin Chou murmured,

"It's fucking slow, I haven't come yet... Lao Xue, your amount is not enough..."

Lao Xue looked at you for meddling and I would die and show you resolutely, Zhao Erding could do nothing.

Isn't it possible that if you can't catch the fox, you can still make a fuss. You can only sit angrily on the sidelines. It really can't work. Wait until this guy loses.

but...

When a person is determined to die, there seems to be no rationalization other than putting him in a mental hospital or being beaten up as a fool and then in a mental hospital.

"Silly beep."

Zhao Er couldn't help cursing, Zhao Ziyu nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes."

...

Xue Zhen came to Lin Chou's dining table with a smile on his face. He had already added chaff husks for the last time, and the stew pot no longer needed to be taken care of. It was only after the fire went out that it could be cooked naturally.

"Little friend, now can you let everyone see what you are preparing?"

"It's mysterious, and it arouses the curiosity of the old man."

When Xue Zhen said this, the impatient onlookers who had been waiting for a while also looked over.

Mad, this is a matter of life and death. Did you let us mass judges watch the dining table?

Lin Chou, full of sheep's blood, brought a large basin to the dining table.

"It's the mandarin fish that you carefully cultivated, it's no big deal."

I saw that the big basin was full of turbid sewage, and there was a thick layer of turbid flocculent oil floating on the red water.

"..."

Xue Zhen's mouth twitched.

"Cough, Lin Xiaoyou, my mandarin fish has been'cleaned' since a hundred days ago. They are not allowed to eat any flavorful food. They are fed wine and sugar plus secret ingredients to make the fish pure and fragrant. , There may not be one out of a hundred... you... is it a bit..."

Shen Daru's spirit is no better than those of the evolutionary. Only then did he wake up and glance at the sidewalk.

"This, this... isn't this spoiling good things!!"

Lin Chou fiddled with the water in the basin, and saw a half-armed mandarin fish shook its head and wagged its tail and charged up fiercely to bit Lin Chou's finger.

Xue Zhen frowned and realized that things were not simple.

Bow your head and smell,

"Sutton sheep blood?"