Doomsday Pavilion

Throughout the whole process, staying vigilant in the small pavilion lined with green willows, Wei Qingyu, who kept paying attention, slammed her long eyelashes, and her beautiful charming face was full of stunnedness.

——It seems that there are quite a few evolutionists with the same expression as her.

However, with the successful reading of [Lin's * Regardless of Enemy or We * Reverse Grand Summoning], it can be considered a perfect solution to a semi-embarrassing battle.

In the small restaurant, Lin Chou brought a few dishes to the table—of course, he did not forget to take care of a guy who is across the door.

Most of these dishes are cold han. They are mainly used to highlight the original flavor of ham, which is not a surprise.

But then, a pot of green porridge and bamboo shoots served with the porridge made her eyes shine.

After spending a few months eating and drinking here, Leng Han learned something.

For example, in this clear porridge, there is no rice but the water is thick and dense. The surface is crystal clear and the inner layer is as white as fat. Obviously it is not rice porridge. Then it is matched with a little ham to smell the rice. Is distinct.

It's just that the green vegetable field in the porridge that Ye Lenghan has never seen before is very special. The tender green leaves immerse their own color in the porridge water, making the porridge appear permeable green.

But when she scooped up a spoonful of porridge water, she could only see the thorough whiteness in the spoon.

Leng Han has never seen this kind of vegetable leaves. The slender edges of the leaves are jagged. Only when he sniffs the water of the porridge can he notice the tangled greenness of the rice and salty fragrance.

A spoonful of porridge was poured into the red lips, and Leng Han pursed the corner of his mouth.

There is no salt in this porridge, and it is completely based on the salty aroma of ham. It is light but not insignificant, which makes people have an unusual aftertaste.

When the highlight of the ham rolls down the throat, the hint of faintly hidden wild vegetable-like fragrance and bitterness begins to manifest between the lips and tongue.

It will not be publicized, and will not be overwhelming. The fragrance and bitterness of wild vegetables will only allow the mouth to develop unique functions:

The saliva secreted intensified, the mouth was full of sweetness, and the time seemed to have reached the moment or two just after the porridge had just entered.

Leng Han had surprises and surprises in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were upturned.

"What kind of dish is this?"

Without waiting for Lin Chou's answer, a large bowl was thrown in from outside the door-if it weren't for a deep scratch on the rim of the bowl, it would be cleaner than the washed one.

Lin Chou rolled his eyes and said while adding porridge,

"Dandelion, haven't you seen the one who defeated the fire?"

Leng Han blinked, pointing to the porridge bowl,

"I have seen it, but I haven't seen it in the bowl, it... can actually eat..."

Lin Chou only felt that he had a mouthful of the old groove in his mouth and did not spit it out: the evil capitalist!

His ignorant childhood in the alley always had food as the main memory-one of the happiest things at that time was eating food in his mouth.

It's not that he is greedy, but that he is scared of hunger. The more time is pushed forward, the more hunger lingers like a shadow.

The illusion that stomach acid burned the stomach wall was accompanied by the twitching hunger along with the internal organs. There were several times in my memory. Lin Chou still felt his scalp numb just thinking about it.

At that age, if any child can dig back a few wild vegetables in the mud around the alley, he can instantly become the "children of other people" in the neighborhood of the alley, a role model.

——The grass in the second wall has been plucked out, where are some wild vegetables.

After a few years, the wild vegetables around the alleys in my memory grew out like spring after rain.

There are fewer people picking them, and even if they pick a lot, they won’t be able to get praise from adults.

But the occasional flashback of the taste of a pot of wild vegetable porridge like this is not at all dusted with the ignorant memory, but will last forever.

Leng Han couldn't even recognize Dandelion, which made Lin Chou feel a little sad.

——Hey, capitalists are really monsters without childhood!

Leng Han said,

"I always think you are thinking about something weird."

Lin Chou handed out the "bowl" of porridge that was suitable for rolling bear paws, and said,

"Taste this bamboo shoot. When I was copying the wild duck's nest in the morning, I found a few bamboos in the cedar forest. It was just one bamboo shoot. I planed it when I saw the wind."

Leng Han picked up a bamboo shoot with his chopsticks, looked at it over and over, and looked for it in the plate for a while, but unfortunately he did not find the shadow of ham.

"Nan bamboo?"

"Yes, the outer skin of nan bamboo shoots is black and very hard, which is different from ordinary bamboo shoots. Its bamboo shoots are very fresh and fresh, with a thicker bottom. nan bamboo is relatively rare near the bright light, and there are more moso bamboos-unfortunately I The Qiongzhu has been planted again and again by the meteor plough of Wolf City, otherwise it will become a vegetable in a few days."

"Oh..."

Leng Han didn't understand what Lin Chou meant, it should be that the bamboo shoots are more delicious?

No traces of other ingredients can be seen in this dish of bamboo shoots. There is some translucent grease on the surface, but it does not accumulate in the bottom of the dish, not much.

The flavor of the bamboo shoots is completely filled with the meaty aroma of ham, which makes Leng Han very curious.

"What's the name of this dish, is it also called magnolia slices?"

After the bamboo shoots are processed, they are also called magnolia slices because they resemble magnolia flower petals in shape and color.

For example, Lin Chou knew that there was a fermented magnolia in Lao Xue’s Bafang Tower, which was very famous in Mingguang. It was queued for a limited number of seasons. People waiting to eat were still rushing. Old Xue would add "baojian" and "dongpian" before the name of the dish. "Peach slices" and "Chunhua" were the names used to represent the seasons of magnolia slices before the cataclysm. They were very tall.

Lin Chou grinned in embarrassment and mumbled a few words, which seemed to be the name of the dish.

Leng Han: "?"

Lin Shou sighed bitterly,

"Scraping avocado (plow)."

Leng Han: "??"

Lin Chou had to forcefully explain,

"Cross knife cuts the bamboo shoots and then cuts them into slices. Do you see if the triangular slices of bamboo shoots look like a pear after being oiled? The color is also white, and the cut is a crisp sound of'chacha'..."

"Scraping means that bamboo shoots are cooked together with meat and bacon. Bamboo shoots absorb a lot of oil and have a rich taste. That is, bamboo shoots are used to scrape off the oil and aroma from the meat. So many chefs call this combination of oiling."

"The ghost knows which of the gods killed the cook who popped out of the mountain will tell my dad this weird name, and my unreliable dad still remembers..."

Leng Han chewed the bamboo shoots silently, his chopsticks continued to search in the plate.

"What about bacon."

Lin Chou opened his mouth.

"Of course the oil is removed after scraping, it's dry and unsightly."

Leng Han: "???"

It feels that the look in Leng Tyrannosaurus's eyes is not doubting, but like looking at a complete prodigal.

Lin Chou: If you look at me like this again, I can (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻, hello!

Of course, Lin just thought about this in his heart—I still need to continue to protect my ammunition depot.