Doomsday Pavilion

The dog beep system sorted out his thoughts for a long time, and suffocated one sentence.

"It is recommended that the host try it on its own after negotiating with the low-level primate, and then hand it over to the system to determine whether it is qualified. All the evaluation criteria are based on the maximum freshness of the dishes."

Lin Chou: "..."

So you have been brewing for a long time, but in the end, is it actually useful?The dog's brain will be typed out for you!

Sneering at the system, Lin Chou picked a bunch of carrots to the kitchen and cut them up.

After the emerald green radish is cut into cubes, it looks like a side with water-saturated tourmalines stacked together, and the kitchen is filled with the fresh and spicy radish smell.

Lin Chou chose the most homely method, just mixing radish cubes with cut or diced cress stalks, carrots, bright red devil peppers, young ginger, and raw garlic, using pot well water and roses. Salt adjusted a cup of sour hot pepper sour water, found a jar to soak these strangers in, and put it in the ice bellows.

It only takes twelve hours...ah no, half a minute, the radish side dishes can be enjoyed by the diners, up to the fourth day.

Lin Chou was still thinking when he soaked the vegetables in the jar, this radish side dish seemed to be an unexpected match with cold sunfish - the small restaurant seemed to have an extra team of people.

He didn't worry about the deliciousness of the radish side dishes, and he dared to surprise the guests even more after the appearance of a guy who was not amazing.

The owner has tasted the good things himself, full of confidence.

No one orders next.

Lin Chou was out of the kitchen, and Sikong and Zhao Ziyu gave me the uneven vital capacity that I had left by the threshold.

Young Master Ziyu stretched out his hand to grab Lin Chou's trouser legs, and said in a dying tone.

"Chou... Brother Chou, save me... I think I'm dying... I'm so exhausted..."

Two big eyes were full of tears-in this context, let Master Ziyu and Sikong be as honest as the children before the catastrophe, waiting to be filled for a few hours, thinking It is indeed desperate to think.

Shen Daru criticized the papers in it and has not forgotten to teach the students.

"Kouhu! Knowledge is power! Knowledge changes destiny!"

Sikong got up, his voice faint,

"Get...get something to eat..."

"The boy with a seven-and-a-half-seat library can tell you very directly that fat is power now, right now!"

"Linzi, I want to eat meat, the more oily the better, the more greasy the better, do you have a brain-filling meal? I feel my head is going to crash..."

Zhao Ziyu also said,

"Yes, yes, I need a huge amount of protein and fat! I feel like I can eat a cow now..."

Huang Dashan interrupted,

"You two are really not hungry in this situation, but your mind is "hungry". At this time, it is better to eat two walnuts and drink hot milk."

Sikong and Zhao Ziyu looked at each other and touched their stomachs.

"It seems to make sense..."

Zhao Ziyu said,

"I insist... I have to eat something good for a while! I want to eat snowflake beef! I want steak! I want pork knuckle! I want big fat intestines!"

Sikong wiped the corners of his mouth.

"On the way here, there were some people selling roasted brains, I didn't eat it, think about it and regret it~"

Lin Chou's interest today is particularly high,

"Usually there are no customers coming back after noon. It's too rush to return to the base city after eating. It's not impossible to make something you want to eat so idle..."

Besides, this month’s closure period obviously exceeds business hours. Appropriate relaxation of policies should help cultivate a deep friendship between the boss and the customer.

It's the same for trying dishes. New dishes are often the happiest time for these people.

Chen Qingyu raised his hand, hit the snake with the stick,

"I want to eat buns, just the Buryat buns..."

Huang Dashan slid the goods aside with his ass.

"Go away, the newcomers have no right to say! Mengxin should squat honestly and look up at the boss, it's duty."

"Bunzi should be eaten for breakfast, this one at noon is simply heresy!"

Huang Dashan quickly put on a brilliant smiling face with twelve neatly arranged teeth, and approached Lin Chou.

"Can you stew us a bullwhip...Don't expect donkey whip...hehehe..."

Lin Chou took a step back and calmly said,

"No matter how big your mouth is, everyone can see your cardia clearly. Stay away."

The warlock also expressed his opinion,

"Add a crock pot chicken with sea stone cauliflower milk, I need an epiphany-by the way, where did Lord Sanhuang go?"

Shan Ye replied casually,

"Before I saw Mao Niu carrying Mao Qiu and Sanhuang'parkour' in the back mountain. You can find it by following the chicken feathers."

Lin Chou looked at Song Qingyun,

"How about you?"

Song Qingyun pointed to herself, flattered,

"Me? Actually... I suddenly wanted to have a porridge..."

Chen Qingyu, who covets buns: "Upstairs on the top of anger!"

"Where is Teacher Shen?"

"My, I actually don't have a good appetite in the past few days. One soup is the best. If not, porridge is also excellent."

Leng Han——

Forget it, Aleng doesn't need to ask, the answer is already fixed.

Lin Chou broke his fingers and counted:

First, make porridge in a casserole, then steam the steamed buns in a steamer, the steak is a must, and the crock pot for crock-pot chicken must also be prepared. The pork knuckle and fatty intestines seem to occupy a braised pork pot, and finally the iron pan is used for cooking. ...

This meal is so difficult to make mmp today.

As for Prince Huang’s ghost bullwhip soup, let him die. In case I eat a white vegetarian again, I don’t want face?

"Huh~"

Sikong threw a card at random.

Lin had no complaints and went into the kitchen vigorously.

Everyone laughed and thanked Sikong, the atmosphere was warm.

Sikong didn't speak, but just glanced at Shen Daru who was reviewing the papers inside.

Huang Dashan gave Sikong a peaceful back of his head, geared up and walked into the room with a grinning smile.

"Master Shen, Huang suddenly has a question and wants to ask a knowledgeable existence like you."

"..."

Of course, Shan Ye's stubborn skill is not covered...

In fact, no other tactics were used. To deal with the old-fashioned scholarship like Shen Daru, as long as he was good at a few words of compliments, and got his g-spot, he would soon be able to get rid of the premonitions.

A few minutes later, the two of them were like childhood sweethearts who hadn't seen each other in more than 80 years.

Then, Shen Dallu fell asleep.

I can't sleep without sleep, the two Qingquanshan jars on the side have been emptied by Huang Dashan.

Huang Dashan burped lightly and slapped his hands.

"Hey, I can fool more than 700 people with such an aunt-it all depends on what I do, so don't be 6."

...

Lin Chou was very busy in the kitchen.

The green rice is passed through the cold well water, drained and then rubbed with clear oil until the rice grains are soaked in oil and then dropped directly into the boiling chicken broth.

Lin Chou’s kitchen will always have bulk backups of clear chicken soup, thick chicken soup, hazel chicken soup, old hen soup, broth, upper soup, and braised soup in Lin Chou’s kitchen. There are many varieties that can be easily accessed when cooking.

The rice grains were tumbling endlessly with the slightly yellowish old hen soup in the huge clay pot. He used the round bottom clay pot, which was most suitable for porridge.

After boiling, the thicker and thicker rice porridge boiled toward the edge of the casserole at the center, and returned to the center of the bottom with the round and delicate casserole wall due to temperature and thrust, and so on.

Cut some fresh, crispy and refreshing cabbage heart, oh, and specially prepared thin to almost transparent ham slices to take care of classmate A Leng's taste.

These things will be added to the porridge with salt when they are about to be out of the pot. Such a simple raw porridge is the most versatile.

There was another pot of brine for the daily braised pork, the front elbow of the Black Mountain wild boar, the clean large intestine full of white fat, a few pieces of broken beef bones, heart-protecting meat, diaphragm and other bits and pieces of meat were thrown in and waited. Heat.

The steamed buns have been prepared in the incubator for a long time, just steam them directly on the drawer, and the sea stone cauliflower milk jelly is the same.

Only the crock-pot chicken requires a little effort, this stuff has to be made fresh.

"The meat of the otter meat was very tender last time. Well, the dogs of the wandering devil love to chase this thing so much, so I have to pay attention to let him keep some stocks for me in the future. The otter meat tastes great—and the truffles I don’t know if I believe it."

"Tomorrow, apart from discussing the'takeaway' with Bao Er, he will have to go to the uncle that seems to be able to provide for the elderly and get some Gamba sheep back. Leng Han and Qing Yu both like the taste of Paye. A few of them are not enough to eat, but the price is too high. I feel distressed after thinking about it. I don’t know when I will meet the Gobi sheep next time. Where did this sheep go to me? Not?"

After the crock pot chicken honestly stayed in the crock pot, Lin Chou went back to the cold storage and brought back some mature beef steaks—not tomahawks, but tender shoulders and necks.

The two parts considered by the system as leftovers are still precious and delicious in terms of the division of steaks.

For example, tender shoulder meat, which is also called beef oyster meat, is the two small pieces of meat behind the scapula of beef. Because of the usual less activity, it is extremely rich in oil and has no fascia and tender meat.

Another example is the neck, which is a more mysterious name.

The old saying goes: I don’t kill Boren, but Boren died because of me...

(Bah, cross it out.)

The neck is not Boren.

The neck is the raised part above the front shoulders of the cow, and the bottom of the neck is called the "spoon kernel". Because it is connected to the neck, there will be fine tendons in the meat.

The tender shoulders are thick and fried, and the neck spoon Ren Lin Chou plans to thinly slice large slices with beef tongue for teppanyaki.

From the system, I need a cast iron pan that is four inches thick-just a shallow pan without a handle.

Put the pot on the fire and roast it to preheat, Lin Chou picked up a black and purple onion.

Don't underestimate it, it's a genuine first-order mutation product.

Mingguang can be grown, but not much is used except medicated food.

Cut it down with one cut-this thing is much more powerful than a bet on a stone, a knife and a richness. Ignoring what level of your mental quality is, the tears came down.

"Fuck..."

Lin Chou hadn't used this kind of onion before, and the things were all made by Bao 2000. He didn't pay attention at all.

He really didn't expect this thing to be so powerful that he would be caught without a trace of defense.

He closed his eyes and cut a dozen onions into thin strips. It took Lin Chou to calm down for a while before he dared to open his eyes.

"The eyeballs must be red now..."

The bottom of the thick cast iron plate on the fire had been burnt to glow red, and Lin Chou took it off the fire and placed it in another supporting stone plate.

A piece of beef fat was wiped on the iron plate, and the sizzling voice was particularly pleasing to the ear, and the white smoke fluctuated.

Spread the onion on the bottom, sprinkle the pepper, gradually put the neck, spoon and beef tongue, and sprinkle with salt.

"Sister Big Breast, please take this over first, I have cooked the steak through the oven."

...

The group of guys outside simply moved the table or something to the mountainside and put it together openly.

Song Qingyun said while putting together tables,

"Really fight? Sitting at the same table with Leng Han, it's still a bit embarrassing... What smells I am going to..."

Behind him, Leng Han walked out with a generous plate.

Huang Dashan looked happy,

"Oh, you won't come in the cold, Lin Chou can't bear to take this thing out, tusk, the surname is Song, Chen Qingyu, have you seen this thing?"

Shan Ye looked arrogant, as if Paye on the plate was made by himself.

Several people shook their heads together,

"This smells a bit irritating... But... I'm actually swallowing?"

Huang Dashan laughed,

"If you have eyesight, it smells stinky and tastes delicious, know it!"

Then, Big Breast Sister put the sizzling beef tongue on the table together, and the sizzling oil and the rich fragrance of green onion meat immediately made several people swallow their saliva.

"What's this? I haven't seen it..."

Lin Chou also came out to arrange dishes on the table, and put a pile of delicate garlic paste beside the iron pan by the way.

"Teppanyaki, the meat on it is neck, spoon and beef tongue."

A look dumbfounded.

Although I don't understand what you are talking about, it feels amazing!

The dishes filled the table, and the steaks just out of the oven were also served to wake up the meat.

"Sit down, what are you waiting for?"

Huang Dashan is like a few treasures,

"Raw porridge, crock pot chicken, payale, coconut milk jelly, braised pork belly, fatty intestines, steak... I really want to wake up the sleeping person at this time, let him know, the circulation It’s true power!"

Song Qingyun poured a glass of cold beer for everyone,

"So, it's time to thank the great Master Sikong!"

"Cheers~"

Wu Ke hurried up the mountain,

"I wipe me, don't I just sleep a little longer...you are not interesting enough, don't call me a voice."

Su Yourong pouted her lips and ignored him.

Then Lin Chou brought a whole big lobster mountain, a whole bun mountain, and the very inconspicuous carrot side dishes.

The lobster is only the size of two slaps, which is not a good thing for Mingguang. It is just a simple boil, and it is very powerful.

Crock pot chicken and coconut milk jelly are both ordered by Master Warlock. It is difficult for others to ask for sharing. After all, they came with special effects.

But don't worry about the weight at all, because the weight unit of each dish is calculated in "kg".

Song Qingyun was more interested in the cut red and bright braised sausage, so he put down his chopsticks first.

As soon as the fat intestines arrived in his mouth, the taste was not mentioned for the time being, the surging origin almost "slapped" him.

"Fuck... trough... the fat intestines of Tier Four Four Four Four Tier Four..."

Song Qingyun's whole body is Spartan, and the look in Sikong's eyes is like the god of wealth descending to the mortal and the whole body is shining golden.

Brother, brother, how do you treat guests like this?

Please take my knees--