Doomsday Pavilion

Wait, this nian gao...Bah...sai nian gao...Bah...this pepper sprouts baked with purple cloud snails* (emphasis on the point), why does this boss always have an ominous rush?

Was pitted?

Lin Chou casually glanced up and down with an angry stomach,

"Emmmm, nothing wrong, it's all in a gain state."

Fuck the system that nourishes the intelligence all the year round, I'm afraid that it will be directly ignorant for a certain host.

It was the first time that Lin was totally unmotivated to see what special effects his cooking produced.

——Because the dog beep system has already made all the menus.

The three words "Sai Nian Gao" on the brand are still so dazzling even if they are pure black.

It feels ashamed to just hang on the roof like this, hey, Ziyunsnail can save face... Isn't it the boss that doesn't need face?!

At this moment, Young Master Sikong in fluttering clothes stepped in from the door, with a shiny scabbard across his waist.

The classic white robe covers the body, so the long body is a little thinner, the skin is as white as jade, the eyes are deep, the delicate face is a little sick but not at all pretentious-who makes the parents handsome enough .

Before the cataclysm, he had to go to the anorectal department at least three times a day based on his appearance alone.

The "pop" in Master Sikong's hand opened, and a very artistic picture of snowy mountains and winter plums was revealed on the fan, and the character "Tang" of dragon and snake was taken away with a pen on the far left.

Sikong glanced around and said disappointedly.

"Damn, why are there no outsiders?"

Then he stomped softly on the chair as if he had pulled the bones away, yelling,

"If you don't leave, you won't leave. I won't leave today. It was too hard to come here. There was no way. Once the beast tide passed the ground, there were big pits. "

Lin Sorrow said,

"Huh? Not busy?"

Sikong said,

"What am I busy? When am I busy? Are there new dishes, can I eat?"

If you don't come to this small restaurant one day, Master Sikong feels that something is missing.

Ordinarily, the chef at home is obviously no worse than this black-hearted evil handicraft, but he just can't eat it.

"Of course... can't eat."

"by!"

Sikong cursed, looking at the reborn warlock and the skeleton opposite him.

"Master Warlock, oh, this is a job transfer? Necromancer or Necromancer?"

The warlock and the skeleton turned their heads together,

"This is my mount, isn't it handsome?"

Sikong's mouth twitched, probably cursing his mother in his heart.

Gu left and right, he said,

"Oh, the taste of snails? Good thing! The French baked snails made by my chef are really authentic~"

The warlock was boring, but Lin Chou was overjoyed.

"Hey, let me go, and finally there are people whose eyes are not blind. There is an old saying that people who know food are Junjie!"

Sikong waved his hand,

"Stop talking nonsense, let's take a elbow first, half crocodile dragon, is there any more soup... you know!"

A shining golden card was thrown out, and Lin Chou immediately put all the unhappiness behind him, and took out two large casseroles from the thermostat.

"It's still hot, I prepared it when I was idle last time."

"Reliable!"

Sikong smiled, quite satisfied,

"This attitude is needed~"

Lin Chou took the gold card and ran to the counter and sat down.

(Bah, it’s not all on the face of this card.)

The warlock over there didn’t know what “organ” was used to simulate the sound of inhalation from the nose,

"Hi...It smells good...I seem to smell a dragon and a tiger!!"

Sikong's eyes twitched, and he cursed in his heart.

"That dog said, dog nose!"

The face remains unchanged,

"What a dragon and tiger fight, this is the Shiquan Da tonic soup specially ordered by this son to invigorate the kidney and yang to cure tuberculosis. If you want to drink it, come over and serve yourself a bowl, and find any excuses."

The sorcerer scratched his head and said in doubt,

"Uh... it smells wrong? Go back to adjust the resolution of the olfactory prosthesis at night, shit, I said it feels weird these past two days!"

Lin Chou was stunned by the conversation between the two of them. Damn, can you do this?

Then the small hall suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of the warlock's eating, such as "wow, emmmmm, ah," and the crisp collision of Sikong's soup spoon and casserole were left.

Rolled his eyes,

"I said, if you eat slowly, no one will rob you. You can see if the person is going to eat. When you look at the food, you know that his ancestors were all aristocrats for eight generations."

The warlock put a chopsticks dish into his mouth, staring blankly at the skeleton monster on the opposite side, chewing at the same time.

"You children from wealthy people have a very negative attitude towards food. You only eat a little bit of everything. You never really felt hunger in your childhood. You can’t wait to break down your soul into protein to fill your stomach. Despair."

Sikong blinked his eyes, unclearly.

Big breasted sister suddenly sighed, obviously empathizing, after all, the living conditions in the sinkhole were not good.

Su Yourong pouted and almost cried.

"Well, once my brother and I were angry and didn't eat for a full day. It was so uncomfortable!"

The kid didn't say "Why not eat meat" on the spot. It is considered to be very successful in the background of the catastrophe era.

Lin Chou sneered, saying as if someone had never been hungry, but it's not right for you to come out with your ethnic talent.

"Don't listen to him nonsense, he is born with hunger and bad luck. It doesn't matter how much he eats, and the structure is different. It's what he told me before."

Warlock quiet way,

"Lin, you are Hong Guoguo's racial discrimination, you know."

"Seriously, I am actually praising your talent."

Lin Chou asked Sikong,

"How is the base city? Is it over."

Sikong said,

"Morning, I just cleaned up the alien beasts outside the city. The edible animals were towed away and distributed according to needs. The materials that can be used are almost tossed. Now the entire base city is a huge slaughterhouse. It's all rotten meat in the water, and the taste is simply...the burial work will be carried out in two days, and every ten and a half months will not be finished."

"How about Uptown?"

"What can be done, just build it if it is ruined, don’t need money, and the crowds who want to take on these big projects are going. Those who want to take advantage of the opportunity and want to stabilize their position are about to break their heads. What are the dead people in Shangcheng? It’s not like wheat crops. Those big families dug fortifications early, and the rat holes are tightly hidden. The dead are just a few slums. They don’t care, they are all in the face. The clothes are pitiful, for others to see... If you say that the real bad luck is the Xiacheng District, Liu Renjun and blood corpses have killed many people, and the current headache is terrible... What's more, the farming and pastoral areas have also been killed. It’s almost destroyed. During this period of time, ordinary people are afraid it will be very difficult. They can only rely on the Tier 0 and Tier 1 strange beasts gathered by the beast tide. The beast tide is all of the same level high, and what they can eat is actually not good. Many, the Jiang family is preparing to release all the food reserves and dried meat at a reasonable price, but there is still a possibility of famine-don't say the news that the farming and pastoral areas will be out of production. The base city is hiding it. Liu Renjun has tortured Xiacheng. It's not safe. If this matter is stabbed out, there may be some moths."

Lin Chou had never thought that the animal tide brought tens of thousands of tons of meat, but the people in Xiacheng might still be hungry?

"Wait! Wrong!"

I was puzzled,

"Then how I came here before..."

Sikong rolled his eyes at him,

"Dead Fat House is really carefree, no wonder there is such a thing as Fat House Happy Water."

"..."

While speaking, six people came in outside, four men and two women.

Lin Shou is happy,

"Yes, is there a business coming?"

How many days have passed since it finally opened, and the Lord of Fortune's visit can bring good luck.

Lin Chou's eyes looked at Sikong more friendly.

"Don't say anything, You Rong? You Rong! One person is waiting for a cup of cold water! Sagong's cup is replaced with a basin!"

"..."

The forehead of the person who had just entered was suddenly covered with black lines.

The two women whispered,

"Sure enough, it's the same as what they said, this boss Lin has to pay for the roots of the land..."

"Shhh! Don't talk nonsense!"

The leading middle-aged evolutionary put a dark purple card on the table,

"I have seen Boss Lin. I have been admiring his name for a long time. It's troublesome. We know your rules here."

Lin Chou's mouth almost grinned behind his ears, seemingly boldly said,

"Anywhere, you don't seem to be eating Bawang's meal, so what, the menu is on the top, and the effects are written."

The middle-aged evolutionary glanced,

"Then first have a dog meat pot, this, that, and that sashimi. Hey, let’s tell you, I’ll be good in this life. Listen to them, Mr. Lin, your dog meat here is all three-tier four. A big guy of this level? Think about it, I can actually eat this level of fairy meat. Tsk, Sansheng is fortunate..."

Then he whispered,

"Just after eating this meal... I don't know if I can eat this good thing in the future..."

"Thank you, uh, what did you say?"

"Ha, it's nothing, just talking to myself."

The five people who followed the middle-aged man ordered several dishes each. They were grimaceous and gnashing their teeth to pick the expensive ones. Seeing that the posture was quite willing to dare to pull the emperor off the horse.

——What's the matter, it's too much to go bankrupt?

Lin Chou blushed directly. After all, doing business is a long-term flow. What if these guys starve to death outside after eating this meal?

"Well, a total of sixteen dishes, 3.96 million, what, in fact, it seems that you can't finish it..."

Groundbreaking persuasion,

"Or, two less?"

Five of the six people took a breath,

"Fogweed... As expected, the legend is true..."

"Four million for a meal, I am really broke."

"Then what, should I fast and take a bath to show respect?"

The leading middle-aged man glanced at the warlock’s table and smiled.

"I've finished eating, eh...what is that, it smells pretty good, let's also have a serving--I also heard that boss Lin's wine here is quite good, and each person has a bottle of colorful snake bar."

Happiness comes so suddenly!

Lin Chou happily went to the kitchen to prepare dishes, and Sikong followed in.

"Hey, I said Linzi, these six guys don't look right."

"what?"

"Do you know the Last Supper... Why do I always feel that they may tie twenty or so big red pipes to their bodies at any time after they have finished eating, slogans like'for the price bureau', rushing towards you and then booming? Let the whole family go to heaven with you?!"

"..."

Lin Chou was speechless,

"I said that the surname is Si, can you expect someone to be better?"

"Nonsense...Look at the expressions of those people, it is obvious that the posture is to eat this meal as a decapitated meal, you also take this business?!"

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Perhaps you just saved enough money?"

Sagong Le,

"Hey, are you going to discuss morals with me? Feelings, you also know what the price is for your ruined land... You said so, who dares to come to you if you are not in a hurry? Things, other people's homes are asking for money for food, you, just ask for the coffin."

Lin Chou scolded,

"Damn, you get what you pay for, don't you know! Who came to eat here, who is clamoring expensive?"

"Everyone."

"..."

"Would you like evidence? Potted plants should have interview videos that were not edited in the movie."

"..."

This is so embarrassing.

Lin Sorrow said quietly,

"Friend, you really can't talk."

"What's the matter, are you ready to charge if you don't talk about it?"

The warlock shouted outside,

"Don't forget my crock chicken..."

Don’t worry about other people’s gold, your own crock-pot chicken is comfortable to eat, and the warlock’s attitude towards life is quite simple and clear-the big deal is to go to the research institute to grab it!

Lin Chou responded,

"I know, I can't forget."

In about two hours, all the dishes are ready.

The six evolutionaries drank wine and ate dishes, especially full of praise for dog meat pot and Ziyun snail.

"Heh... I'm ashamed to dare to call a fairy meat thing, a fragrant person can swallow his tongue!"

"Hmm..."

"This taste is absolutely amazing!"

A female evolutionary suddenly said,

"Boss, I heard that this dog meat seems to be a husky, isn't it a pet dog before the cataclysm? Do you think this cataclysm is a mistake? The ferocious wild dog hyena or something has no sense of existence. , There are almost no high-level ones, and as a result, the entire group of huskies suddenly collectively jumped to the third and fourth orders, which is really unfair!"

The middle-aged man was amused by the female evolutionary brain.

"There is no fairness or not. How do you say that the human beings who claimed to be their own masters at the beginning of the cataclysm were almost extinct? Compared to the natural ranks of various alien beasts, the descendants of human evolvers still need acquired efforts. Isn't it more unfair?

The female evolutionary snorted, feeling that the boss did not answer her question directly.

"Boss... You said we will go this time, will you come back?"

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded, and was silent for a long while.

"Everything is arranged at home?"

"No..."

"Ok?"

The female evolutionary face is depressed,

"Dare to say!"

The middle-aged man said,

"Mingyue, if you are concerned, you will have more chances to survive."

Mingyue smiled suddenly,

"I see, thank you Jitang, the king of poisonous chicken soup, for your enlightenment."

The middle-aged man was suddenly choked by dog ​​meat,

"After I die, the stage name must be carved on the tombstone, I'm serious."