Doomsday Pavilion

The atmosphere is very good, that is, the sheep's head and sheep's hoof are really busy eating, and they are both digging and pulling, and the meat and tendons on the corners and corners are very wasteful.

When the dishes on the plate were all taken care of by the humanitarian brilliance, the group of guys discovered that from the beginning of gnawing the sheep’s head and sheep’s head to the end, no one actually thought of drinking a drink, but this is clearly A great dish that goes well with wine!

Shan Ye said with a certain accent,

"Everyone, after finishing this glass of wine, first give these delicious lamb a serious condolences...It is fortunate that we can continue to eat such lamb!"

With a serious face, several people laughed on the spot.

Who is coming, didn't you just beep and can't drink?

The price of Tier 3 Snake Wine is particularly close to the people for evolution, not to mention that every time you drink it, it feels like a reincarnation, and the whole body is relaxed and motivated.

The most gratifying thing is that when I wake up the next day, there will be no fragmentation, headaches, etc.-unless I can't wake up the next day.

Not everyone has a normal level of Huang Dashan and the amount of warm wine. The spirits produced by the Goubi system will never be discounted. A normal Tier 3 evolutionary can definitely not carry the amount of a jar.

As a result, Sancai Snake Wine is more popular among middle-to-low-level evolutionists—it's so careful to calculate that it can save more money than drinking Qingquanshan with warm wine.

It's both compelling and high-grade, it's amazing that three thousand circulation points can be blocked with some vegetable money!

Oh, when it comes to food, I'm afraid no one will be shameless to order a six-figure medicated meal when someone treats guests. How come someone has no ac count in their heart?

After changing cups and cups several times, most of the people began to stand upright.

Shan Ye grinned sinisterly, and looked around-emmmmm, now the amount of final dish that everyone can get has been successfully increased to 2+.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard.

Drag the fallen people to the side and arrange them neatly in the grass. The outsiders will be in awe just by looking at them. Our wine bureau is definitely the kind of wine bureau with both quality and accent.

Compared with the "father and son" game, the "grand-grandson" game and the general "what do you look at" game, it is very reliable.

"Come on, cheers~"

When Lin Chou got up to fetch the mud roasted lamb neck, only Huang Dashan, Wen Zhongjiu, Warlock, and a Tier 4 boss with eight Tier 3 brothers were left on the table.

Yes, yes, there is still rolling.

From dawn until dark, Leng Han saw that it was too late and protected Zhao Ziyu and Sikong back to Mingguang ahead of time. It was a pity that he couldn't wait until the sheep's neck was released.

Huang Dashan's Yangmou was very successful and is now at the 3+ level.

From the beginning of 1 sheep necks per capita quickly climbed to 3+ sheep necks per capita, which has a great effect.

So even after being stunned many times, Huang Dashan's face was still full of red and grim smiles.

"Oh, here comes, help collect the plates and bowls and make room for the sheep's neck!"

Fifteen black, yellow, black and yellow mud lumps on the huge tray are arranged as a hill, and the weight is not light.

It took a total of four hours from the red charcoal fire to the end of the furnace full of charcoal ash.

The warlock exclaimed.

"I remembered a scene where I went to the outer city to steal two hazel chickens and wrapped them in mud and roasted them on the beach. When they were almost roasted, the mud shells and skins were torn off, and I took a bite of the hazel chicken. "

The ghost knows what the Uncle Warlock has gone through. This kind of magical guy and the existence of almost super-level individual strength will actually be reduced to the point of stealing chickens.

Lin Chou followed the crowd with a half-embarrassed smile.

"Knock yourself, the temperature of the mud shell is not too high."

He has his own principles. For example, he firmly believes that this kind of food is best if he takes it out of the ugly packaging and eats it in his mouth.

Maybe Lin Chou is right.

Wen Zhongjiu and Huang Dashan drank the most, each with more than a dozen jars of three-color snake wine, and even they began to get confused.

Wen Zhongjiu's blush was a mess, and his movements were a bit slow, but his eyes were still clear.

He kept the position of cutting with the knife for more than ten seconds before hesitatingly said.

"No, what should I do if the knock is broken, I feel a little bit unable to control my strength--"

Hey, there are times when Tier 5 bosses are so cute?

Before a certain Tier 4 boss with eight Tier 3 brothers laughed, the mud in his hand burst open with a click. The loose mud shell collapsed across the table, and the tin foil inside was also torn apart. Da Jie'er, a puff of hot oil splashed out from the place where he pressed his finger.

"Fuck...hot..."

Others responded in the same way, picking up various things on the table to protect the mud lumps in front of them.

A fourth-order boss with eight third-order brothers was speechless,

"You didn't knock it open again, block an egg!"

Wen Zhongjiu mumbled and said,

"The color, smell, shape and meaning, although... it's still muddy, at least we must maintain a minimum of respect. It has been the dish on my plate from the time it is placed on the plate in front of me. You eat What do you think about the oil from other people's pot when you have hot pot?"

A certain Tier 4 boss with eight Tier 3 brothers was so speechless--the truth is the truth, but why does it feel so aggrieved.

No one cares what mental state this is,

"Come, come, open the package, open the package on the spot!"

The warlock snorted.

"Good food, how come it gets into your mouth... This warlock can smell that wretched temperament in you three days away, maverick."

Huang Dashan, who had just spoken, refused to give any opportunity to his colleagues, and shamelessly raised his hand to answer.

"Human, once a person has your own temperament, it means that you have already taken a big lead from the crowd."

This is actually a bit interesting-but you must never contact the context.

Occasionally, I think this guy is half a philosopher, but when you look at it, you will find that he is actually a stinky hooligan.

"Crack~"

The mud shell in Huang Dashan's hand was broken, there was no sizzling heat, no explosion-like fragrance, and the shiny silver tin foil was stirred by the heat inside for several times, shaking off a few particles of floating dust on the surface.

It wasn't until Huang Dashan completely peeled off the tin foil on both sides that the hot steam spurted out like it had just "returned to God".

The scent of lamb is intertwined with the scent of beef bone marrow roasted with pepper and sweeps across the table vigorously. This scent is full of dense fat scents that seem to have the same weight. This is a taste that people who have no meat will never resist.

The neck of the lamb wrapped in tin foil did not show the fighting power of the final dish until this time. There was no too much spice. The flavor of beef bone marrow, bay leaf and lamb was enough to shine, and the effect was surprisingly good.

It is conceivable that the Uyghur people who use this method are so confident in the taste of their local lamb.

Although it is not a Robus Sheep but a Gobi Sheep, it is still remarkable from this coveted fragrance.

The sheep's neck was chopped twice, and the layers were distinct, and the infiltration of oil and wine aroma was also very sufficient.

The neck of the lamb lying in the tin foil does not have a deliberate thick oil red sauce nor a fancy and eye-catching shape, but only with the slightly golden transparent fat and the fascia that has not contracted to tightness can already protrude from the side. Ingenious.

The braised cooking method (or braising method) used in this dish of roasted lamb’s neck in mud is actually steaming the food. The thick mud shell is destined to increase the internal temperature a little bit and not too high. The gravy, The loss of fat is almost imperceptible, so nothing can dilute the original taste of the ingredients inside the mud shell. Its richness and strongness will not make people realize that this cooking method is so perfect and perfect until the moment the mud shell is cracked. .

"Huh~"

Huang Dashan sighed,

"I didn't expect it to be so tender. The little bit of mutton oil on this mutton is trembling. I thought it would be like Jiaoxiang after it came out."

Lin Chou said,

"The lamb will look very woody when it is dried. Even the lamb skewers will be burnt on the outside and tender on the inside by controlling the heat and brushing the oil. Although the lamb neck with mud can also be tender on the outside, but This dish is a dish that has its origins and rules...Cook, this is a profession with tradition and inheritance."

Huang Dashan scratched his head and bit down the sheep’s neck.

"Emmmmm, let me just talk about how it has risen to the height of professional ethics... The prince is so serious that he thought he was going to grab an egg... Hiss, I'm so hot to death..."

The meat on the sheep’s neck is unexpectedly tender, the inside is moist and juicy, and the outside is rich in fat. When it is applied to the mouth, the taste can almost make the eyebrows dance.

The others are not polite, and the knocking sound of "Bang Ka" is endless.

"It seems that you can't taste the taste of beef bone marrow, but your senses will always remind you that the taste of mutton is actually the taste of bone marrow, which is very strange."

"I think so too, how can I say it, it's like a sheep neck eats beef bone marrow, and then it becomes its own taste and we eat it..."

"You can't eat and sleep. If you work hard, you can gain more. Haha, I have finished eating one!"-Needless to say, Huang Dashan is speaking now.

"...Do you dare to move your finger more to try?"

Everyone is equal before food, and the battle is particularly tragic.

The most leisurely one is rolling, and now I am enjoying Xiao Hei Xiao Bai's scratching service and Chi Zhi's feeding at the same time.

The first time when he served the mud tuo, Chi just pulled the four mud tuo in front of Gungun too much-the others had no opinion at all.

As for the four dogs who dared not come close, they seemed more sad. These guys have good teeth and better appetites. I am afraid that they would not even let go of bones that should belong to Wang in theory.

The four dogs lay down, covering their faces with their paws, sadly like a fat man weighing 13 tons.

"Woo..."

While eating, Huang Dashan licked his lips and said solemnly to Lin Chou,

"Actually, I have always believed that even if you can't make medicated meals at the level of the forest, you can make your business as big as the Jiuzhan Palace. Oh, it's from the Bafang Building. One is missing. Hey, the Xue family of the Bafang Building was the beginning My generation did not start with medicated diets. Now I go to Bafang Tower. Apart from the medicinal effects of medicinal diets that are still top-notch among Mingguang’s diet chefs, ordinary dishes can only be said to be quite satisfactory. If you eat too much, it’s not tasteless. "

Wen Zhongjiu shook his head, put down the mutton in his hand and took a sip of wine.

"It's not the same. This little guy, Lin Zi, looks gentle, thin, and has no temper, but his cooking style is rough and bold. The Bafang Building is different, even if it's a big carrot Carved into a phoenix spreading its wings and then pasted with gold foil, don’t underestimate this. For many people, this part is quite important. The two are not the same way."

After thinking about it, Wen Zhongjiu added another sentence.

"Ah, but, for various reasons, the Mingguang Evolutionists really don't buy it too much."

Huang Dashan smiled,

"How do you buy it?" Evolved people like us don't dare to say all of them. Nine out of ten, they dare to fight and kill and wander back and forth in the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain. Not to mention the price of the dish like the black charcoal in the Bafang Building. An evolutionary who is willing to suffer this grievance, before the forest is out of the mountain, if there is no absolute necessity, I will try to avoid the Bafang Tower-enjoy and enjoy, there must be a degree, Wenrouxiang is a hero's grave, although Laozi is not a hero, There is no ambition, even less patience and determination, for fear that the row of drained and tender young ladies will lick the only bit of blood-the end and the end, the corpse tide and the beast tide , The bones are cold, maybe it's just Lao Tzu himself."

Wen Zhongjiu said,

"If the words are rough or not, that's the truth."

"Wealth touches people's heart, and enjoyment consumes the will even more. The corpse tide has been nothing to see in recent years. The quantity has increased but the quality has gone down. This beast tide, but every time it can make the Mingguang high-level blows cool in the bones-alien animal alienation The speed with which the strength rises is really terrifying. Almost every year, the overall strength jumps to a small level. The abilities of the alien beasts have been varied, not to mention the scale."

"The number of living corpses is so terrifying but they are suppressed like this. To say that Mingguang is unwilling to admit it, ninety-nine percent of them have nothing to do with the Mingguang evolutionary. It is completely alien beasts crushing the living corpses with an unstoppable force. Some people even speculate that within 50 years of continuing like this, the living corpses will basically have to be placed in the glass showcase and labeled as'rare' for people to visit for a fee."

Huang Dashan laughed out loud, snapped a bone and said,

"Then the relationship is good, ah, I really want to one day, when Lao Tzu led a bunch of grandchildren to the zoo to see monkeys, passing by the living corpse showcase, he pretended to say something casually-oh Hey, look, this is the living corpse that your grandfather I had beaten back then. This thing is old and powerful. It used to be with our ancestor, but now it has been eaten as endangered. Just carry it out and sell it. Arrived at your grandpa my eight-year pension!"

"Puff chuff~"

A group of people laughed.

Wen Zhongjiu gave him a white look,

"It is estimated that your grandson will vomit and admire you and say to you:'Grandpa Dashan, the evolvers of your era have such a good appetite!'We don't remember this pot~"

Huang Dashan: "..."