Doomsday Pavilion

Shan Ye shrugged,

"Yes, I know which one of yours was fucked and I don't want to tell so many people, it's embarrassing, isn't it?"

He Min’s cheek straps and neck are bright red, with a thick breath.

"Hehe, I don't care about you as usual, the mouth becomes dirty mud legs."

"Tsk." Shan Ye wickedly smiled, "It's not good, but it's pretty beautiful. You don't care about Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu cares about you!"

A sturdy body, a shiny bald head, a gruesome mouth, and pale fangs-the image of Shan Ye is estimated to be in front of a middle-aged literary girl who has rarely seen a living corpse in the base city. Probably have to use this description.

Shan Ye, like a black mountain wild boar in heat, He Min rushed into his pelvic cavity with a urge to urinate, and almost fell on the ground with a soft leg.

Master Shan has a sound,

"Oh, now I know that I'm afraid? What did you say about Xiaoxiaoxie? What is it? I didn't hear clearly, you say it again?"

"...He and I..."

In the face of such a wolf and tiger, if He Min can really say a whole word, Lin Chou must respect her as a true man of iron and blood.

Shen Dalu and He Min had just had a wave of each other. At this time, even if they wanted to, they couldn't let the situation develop. After all, this was his team's situation.

"Misunderstanding, Lord Shan, misunderstanding and misunderstanding, He Min is stupid, He Min, don't apologize yet!"

"You have the ability to kill me!"

Huang Dashan just held back as if he had changed individuals.

Huh,

"Eat the junk food from before the cataclysm, and see if you can, wait like this, why not soar to 90,000 li?"

"..."

Shen Daru's face is green, why is this guy's mouth so poisonous?

He Min suddenly said a bunch of words in a hurried tone, but Shen Daru didn't stop him.

"What do you know, the most beautiful period in this world is the ancient period before the cataclysm. There are flowers, green grass, and delicious food. Knowledge is more important than all culture. At that time, everyone was literate and even everyone could write by hand. An article with a beautiful handwriting. The cataclysm destroyed everything, and the things passed down will never be saved. Everything before the cataclysm is worthy of respect and cherishment. Who can make such a beautiful Convenient food! Who! It’s people like you, that’s you, forgetting the ultimate meaning of human existence, forgetting the root! Mingguang has become so unbearable, so...depraved! Sooner or later, Mingguang will be destroyed by you. People who don’t even know who their ancestors are in the hands!!!"

Even Shen Daru was speechless, his heart, and the power of faith are really damn great.

Although He Min’s expression is very problematic, extreme and radical, to a certain extent, what she said is indeed the truth, which is also the purpose of the Ancient Literature Research Association.

Shan Ye exhaled and looked at this group of well-mannered middle-aged men and women with a strong atmosphere.

"Hehe, if you are lucky, let's make some sense today."

"During this time, I went to a city outside of Mingguang that you didn't know."

"They have a library the size of an entire city, and they completely retain all the paper books and materials originally belonging to a certain city before the cataclysm. All of them will be notified of this and allow anyone to watch it.

Regardless of the sudden holding of the breath of the group of people, Lord Shan continued,

"However, in the past two hundred years, none of them has ever been there to take a look, and even now they have a brand new text again. Do you know why?"

"This..."

He Min gritted his teeth, "Ignorance, it's crazy!"

Shan Ye looked at her,

"The survival of the fittest is natural selection. This is a world where the weak and the strong eat the strong. Can you take some of your books to reason with the living corpse? You can recite a poem to a strange beast of several levels without being scared Urinated your pants?"

"It's not that Mingguang abandoned those things, but that they are no longer suitable for this world."

"You don't even show the three walls of Mingguang. Do you know how to face this wilderness and the dark sea?"

"Mingguang has a population of tens of millions, and how many evolvers are there? A mere 100,000! Who do you think is protecting you? Haha, 100,000, do you know how many living corpses are near Mingguang? How many strange animals are there per square kilometer in the wilderness? "

"I've heard of you, the Ancient Literature Research Association. I can't believe that this so-called literary research society does not study your literature well to get your sponsorship. You are still denying the evolutionary and pursuing the master of heaven and earth? The way of Confucius and Mencius? Policy of foolish people?"

"We do not..."

Shan Ye said lightly,

"Shut up, I haven't finished yet."

There was a dead silence, just like a chill.

"Actually,? Almost every evolutionary in Mingguang knows you. We respect culture. However, the base city is never a safe house. It is just a boat with a precarious leaf, which may sink at any time-Shen Daru, I ask you , How much has the evolutionary growth been in the past three years?"

Shen Daru let out a particularly loud "gudong" sound in his throat, lowered his head and said,

"Last year, minus 0.9."

"The year before last, it was zero six."

"Year ago... negative 2%."

It is very rare for Huang Dashan not to wear a murderous expression.

"One hundred thousand evolutionaries, no more than two-thirds can fight."

"Do you know the place I've been to, how powerful is their combat power?"

"..."

"Ninety percent! A full 400,000 is comparable to Tier 4 combat power! If they are willing and wave their hands, Mingguang is a dead city."

"Why do you not understand why the base city allows evolving people to herd ordinary people like shepherds?"

"can..."

Huang Dashan smiled.

"For example, before the cataclysm, it was often said that it doesn't matter if a man doesn't have a house. If he doesn't even have the'capital' to open a house, that would be a shame."

"The prerequisite of culture and history is that the corresponding civilization still exists-in such a world, what is the point of blindly reminiscing the past and immersed in the past glory?"

"It is people who make history."

"Didn't you always want to know why the officials of the base city have never funded your research and data collection and monument development in any form?"

"It's very simple. I can tell you that your behavior like this will make some high-level Mingguang people feel that we Mingguang people, even the courage to create our own history, have been knocked out and crushed."

"You don't need many people who feel like this. As long as there is one person, you will never get any form of support."

"And for people like you, it's not meaningless, it's just that the time is not suitable."

Shen Dalu and others were silent, embarrassingly silent.

Xie Xun's eyes flickered, it could be described as brilliant.

Shan Ye shivered, trembling dull and tasteless-as if some kind of possessed existence had left him,

"Fuck, old boy, what do you think I am doing, the taste will become heavier as I grow old?"

Xie Xun looked at him up and down.

"Hehe, after all is the person who became the prince of the queen in the legend, the angle of seeing things is completely different... Dashan, if you had this kind of consciousness ten years ago, I am afraid that the high level of the base city will have a problem. It's a big change."

Lin Chou looked dazed. What happened to these people recently?!

——I'm a mother of the damn system. One day when Huang Dashan started to talk about reasoning instead of physics, he could really convince people with reason?

In the face of a group of stupid ancient literature association leaders, Shan Ye didn't even bother to glance at them after saying this.

He just grinned and said, if pointedly,

"Linzi, make a bowl of noodles for Xiao Xie, the little guy is starving."

Lin Chou smiled and asked, "Which noodles do you want to eat?"

As soon as he uttered the words, he immediately realized that something was going to happen, a big problem!

"Wait..."

"Well... I want to eat the fish noodle soup made by my grandmother before. The thick, white soup, only soup and noodles, nothing else. Huh... it's delicious..."

It's over, it's late.

"drop."

"Trigger continuous monthly tasks, the boss’s little secret: As the chef of the end of the world in the future, you can only (bi) limit (xu) to make the customers’ favorite food once a month. There is no limit to the ingredients, and the host cannot choose customers , This system will be very kind to provide brief production steps.

If the customer is satisfied, a random attribute point will be rewarded +1, and the Houshan nursery can plant 1 crop seed;

If the customer is not satisfied, he will be punished with a random attribute point of -1, and randomly missing 7% of his body volume.

Mandatory designated task food this month:

Fish noodle soup.

Designated task customer:

Xie Lin.

Completion time, one business day.

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

If there is any task that Lin Chou wants to control most, it must be this task.

After tossing about the painful education of boiled cabbage for almost a day last time, Lin Chou hated this monthly task that was as painful as an aunt, because if he was not careful, it would become what he saw.

The reward for this task is not proportional to the effort!

This was the case last time, and this time, even more so.

Whether it’s Xie Lin’s description or the understanding of each word in the name of the dish, as far as Lin Chou knows, there is only one type of noodle that fits the three words "fish soup noodles"-"Dongtai fish soup noodles."

That's right, as you think, once again it is a place name, Jiangsu Dongtai before the cataclysm, known as Yan in ancient times.

Perhaps you know very little about Dongtai, and you have to say two names when you mention this place name.

Lin Chou whispered,

"Autumn is loud, but you can hear the crane, and every time you see a pearl in the misty night."

——This is actually a poem used by Song Fanwen to describe the scenery along the coast of Dongtai.

Second, Dong Yong.

Before the cataclysm, the love legend of Dongtai Dongyong Seven Fairy was listed as a national intangible cultural heritage.

So the third one, maybe it can be Dongtai fish noodle soup.

As a provincial intangible cultural heritage before the cataclysm, the deliciousness of Dongtai fish noodle soup is not to be mentioned for the time being. The most basic standard is actually the description of soup, "dropping points into pearls."

Just such a simple four words means extremely cumbersome operation.

Lin Chou bitterly,

"Boy, deliberately you."

Xie Lin looked blank, "Huh?!"

Xie Xun even looked over with apologetic eyes.

"Asshole, what are you talking about, the woods can't do it... No, I mean there is no raw material... eh??"

Lin Chou sighed, and put a small jar in his hand on the table.

Xie Xun panicked.

"This, this won't be..."

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"Yes."

"Gudong."

Xie Xun's saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth on the spot, and he couldn't swallow it all.

"Where did it come from?"

Lin Chou swept the ashes from the mouth of the small slap jar,

"It should be passed down by my grandma. I don't know anymore. I shouldn't find these little things around here. My dad never found it anyway."

Huang Dashan groaned,

"What dumb riddles are you two playing!"

"You know when you eat..."

The method of fish noodle soup is simple and simple, and complicated and complicated, all in one soup. This is also a genuine Kung Fu dish.

Go to the Houshan mountain stream to fish for a pot of fresh crucian carp that does not exceed the length of the slap and take the gills.

During this period, Lord Kungun successfully saw through Lin Chou's unorganized and undisciplined behavior of preparing to quietly do a supper, so there was a huge eye in the back door of the kitchen-Lord Kungun was staring at you.

Only the internal organs and gills are removed, and the scales are kept intact.

Fish scales contain a lot of calcium and lecithin, which is the key to making a pot of super thick fish soup.

Then the fish eyes are pierced and fried in a hot lard pan.

When frying fish, the fish eyes are very easy to burst and splash the oil, but after piercing, the oil will not splash.

Fry the fish on a warm fire, and keep stirring gently. When the fish is separated from the fried flesh, you must start the pot and put it in the soup pot to make the soup.

The large amount of broken crucian carp bones and meat emulsified as soon as they met boiling water, and the soup quickly turned into a light milky white.

Then fry the eel bones and pork bones in a frying pan and put them in the soup pot together.

Stir the fish soup continuously with a large strainer. After six minutes, remove all the fish bones, fish meat, pork bones, and eel bones from the soup pot, and put them in a clean oil pot and stir fry until the water is completely surfaceless. When it is slightly yellow, add a little rice wine for freshness.

This kind of frying can not only effectively remove the fishy smell, but also force the fat in the fish bones from the fish bones, pig bones, and eel fish bones to increase the flavor and concentration.

Subsequently, the fried fish bones and fish meat are immersed in the soup again, boiled for six minutes, served and then fried.

This step is repeated three times. In the final frying, add green onion, ginger and a little shrimp, and return to the soup pot.

After simmering and stirring for two and a half hours, the quality of the fish soup is like cow's milk, and the milky white soup has a light yellow color like a cloud of clouds. It adheres to the edge of the pot to produce a wall hanging effect, and it does not spread for a long time.

Lin Chou dipped a drop of fish soup with his chopsticks and dropped it on the chopping board, but the soup beads of the fish soup did not spread out like water drops, but "stand" on the surface of the board, forming a round hemisphere.

Lin Chou nodded his head and let go of his hanging heart a little.

"Huh, it's qualified."

The operation is quite common, but Lord Shan has long been trapped.

"It's not that I said Linzi, you have to do so many tricks when you cook, isn't it just a fish soup..."

Lin Chou took out a spoon and poured it into a bowl and gave it to Lord Shan.

"Smell, taste."

Shan Ye lowered his head and sniffed, his eyes changed, and Xie Xun's eyes were inadvertently swept--

"Gudong Gudong!"

A grease nipple,

"Chels."