Doomsday Pavilion

Shan Ye's spirit of death has always been more courageous.

The two buttocks were swollen to the point of unconsciousness, and his pants were about to swell into rags. At this time, he was thinking about slapping his round butt to beat the rhythm-even if he wanted to sing a ballad to Lin Chou, he couldn't stop it.

It is only a low-level toxin, neither fatal nor sequelae, Shan Ye is not willing to use a little bit of magic plant essence to detoxify.

He was standing on the back of Si Gouzi, and the violent wind disturbed Shan Ye's bright and flowing hairstyle.

(Huang Dashan:???)

While singing "Catch a Young Woman", this guy rubbed his butt with a fullness index of more than 1,000 stars with great enjoyment, and the picture broke directly.

Lin Chou's hairs are standing up,

"Let me go, what kind of demon are you... this starfish is still a psychotoxin with hallucinogenic effects?"

Huang Dashan looked contemptuously,

"Ancestral massage technique promotes blood circulation, removes blood stasis and detoxification, but also lifts buttocks and curves~"

"Actually, it feels good, Super Nice, Shan Ye, I am wronged today, I will lend you a cool touch first, touch it twice? You are welcome~! I don't know it anyway! We are all brothers!"

Sure enough, the poison was already on the head, and there was no rescue.

Lin Chou managed to resist the urge to draw Shan Ye into the Zushan Mountain to feed the wolf, and finally listened to him muttering there.

"This little girl's watch has been smashed, and I don't know how to make a girl with more practice? But Grandpa Dashan really broke your heart~"

Lin Chou: Calm down, it can't be like this. In other words, it's a work injury. I-calm down!

So Prince Huang once again experienced the irritation of being rubbed on the ground by someone, oh no, it was rubbing on the back of a dog.

Lin Chou said fiercely,

"Did you see, next time I will rub you on the belly of four dogs!"

Si Gouzi glanced back at Shan Ye, and when he glanced at his stomach, he was so scared that he clamped his hind legs.

Shan Ye: "..."

Lin Chou: "..."

By the way, do you misunderstand something??

Lin Chou suddenly had such strange thoughts and fell into thinking.

Forgive the pot is also silly. Being a director is not only bad at being a thief, but even knows how to pick a script. Isn't this ready?What script can compare to the grandeur of the autobiography of Shan Ye?

Just say, what elements do you want: horror and horror catastrophe, sci-fi magical surrealism, comedy tragedy, ethical drama, love, friendship, gay love...

In particular, the light suffix label of the filmed film has to occupy a separate leaflet. One is not enough to make the second three, four, five, six, seven or even directly into a series.

Whoever takes on this big job doesn't need to think about the material, the script and the shooting, because the process of writing the script and making the film will never catch up with the speed of Shan Ye.

There is no need to worry about attendance at all. The only thing to worry about is that the screenwriter may be exhausted to death.

As long as the movie is not bad at all to restore the life of Shan Ye, there is no doubt that the ratings are absolutely right, and it may be able to break the zero-negative record that only AC movies can maintain.

At that time, all the comments below the movie have to be like this:

"The meaning is still unfinished, looking forward to the next episode."

"After watching this film, I suddenly realized that, oh, I can live like this for a lifetime!"

"The road of life is actually very short, but you can expand its breadth."

The second part of the message is this aunt:

"I'm still looking forward to the next episode."

"It is the screenwriter's life that is shorter than the road of life. The blade has been sent. On the way, I will ask when the next episode will be updated!"

"Send women's clothing together."

The message of Part N is this aunt:

"The family sacrifice never forgets to tell Nai Weng!"

"The family sacrifice never forgets to tell Nai Weng!"

"The family sacrifice never forgets to tell Nai Weng!"

Cough, the thoughts drifted away and it was easy to take them back. Lin Chou hurriedly took up the line-all four of the wandering work had gone home.

The yellow starfish is just thrown in the tank and soaked in sea water. When the time comes, you can take it out and shake it directly with ice water.

But abalone is not good, abalone has to be handled carefully.

Thirteen plus the first sent ashore, a total of fourteen black golden abalones. The smallest one also has a palm length. The largest one is even more than one and a half palms, about thirty centimeters or so. The abalone shell is dark and black. It is also black and shiny.

Raising 14 black gold abalones of acceptable size alone, Lin Chou wanted to use something else.

He also picked back half a sack of small abalones, mainly purple abalones, all the size of a table tennis ball.

Huang Dashan looked at the starfish in the tank and felt that it was a whole tuft of tentacle monsters.

In addition, the ass said it was sad now, so Shan Ye grinned,

"Lin Chou, you should feel lucky, your Lord Shan is not named Sima."

"The Sima from Sima Qian?"

"Sima Guang's Sima!"

"Oh..."

Lin Chou put all the little abalones into a large basin, stirred and washed them twice, then took out the brushes one by one.

"Sweep, swipe..."

Huang Dashan was nagging beside him and never stopped.

"It's a loss, it's a thing to get back in one night? It doesn't taste good at first sight!"

"As for this abalone... the little thing looks very chic, it makes me feel like a deja vu after countless years of experience-hey, what do you put the big one for, and the small one can eat? Big fingernails!"

Lin Mei said,

"It's not for you. I'm going to boil a few pots of abalone for abalone, save it and use it slowly. Starfish is the one. Add a dish in the morning. It's absolutely great."

Huang Dashan still feels blood loss.

How could he, the dignified prince, be the same as the dead metamorphosis of those cute tentacle systems?

"Ugh..."

The prince of the mountain dragged the two huge ass into the drill cart and went back to sleep. If he doesn't get swollen tomorrow morning, he will laugh at the hillside people.

And Lin Chouzhen* the production of abalone sauce has officially started.

Abalone juice is one of the most commonly used treasures in Fujian and Cantonese cuisines. In the hands of different chefs, abalone juice will be given a distinctive personal color and a "biased" and focused seasoning, and it is not necessarily made of abalone as the main ingredient. Production, just like XO sauce without XO will not surprise people.

Lin Chou’s abalone sauce is more of a bold style. Collect five fresh old chickens and old ducks, pick them up, break two slices of pork knuckle cut in half, and throw them into a large pot, plus beef tendon meat. , Dried scallops, chopped pork tube bones, and a mature ham hanging from the eaves, and finally washed abalone in shell.

Add cold water to cover all the ingredients in the pot and boil.

All the ingredients are deliberately not boiled, and what you want is the most original heavy flavor-the fresh abalone is actually not as easy to stew to the point of "sticky" like dried abalone, and it needs the weight of these raw and cooked ingredients Level taste to reconcile.

When the soup in the big pot is boiled for the first time, you have to beat the froth three times without worrying about it. You have to wait at least four hours after the small fire is boiled.

Lin Chouwo squinted at the counter for a while, and the sky will get up tomorrow and wrap a vegetable bag with gauze and throw it into the pot. The main ones are onions, water celery, radishes, carrots, shallots, coriander and dried ginger. Red yeast rice and so on.

Fermented red yeast rice is mainly used to adjust the color. It is said that before the cataclysm, saffron was used to "imposter" it, which is quite capricious and luxurious.

Lin Chou used a spoon to turn over the ingredients in the pot a few times, and then ruthlessly poured in a whole jar of aged rice wine and a few tablespoons of soy sauce and rock sugar. Originally, after adding the red yeast rice, it appeared orange and reddish and a little fresh. Sudden change in painting style.

After rolling away for more than ten minutes, the original dark and indistinct taste instantly became more vivid.

But at this time the smell of the sea in the pot had not completely disappeared, and it smelled a little impetuous and divergent.

...

The evolutionaries outside were "hooked up" by some kind of very adhesive fragrance, rubbing their eyes and sucking their noses.

"What smell, sizzle, kind of smell..."

"Yes, yeah, it smells good!"

"Wait... this doesn't seem to be a steamed bun... Boss Lin won't cheat us again..."

A group of people walked around the store, and found no one in the kitchen, so they ran to the back mountain following the taste.

I saw that Lin Chou was holding a large spoon more than two meters long and stirring vigorously against the giant pot that had been cooked with chicken pine oil.

"I'll go, Boss Lin, what are you doing..."

"Balone juice" Lin Chou casually responded, "Isn't it time for breakfast yet."

"Hey, I'm hungry when I smell it."

Lin Chou just dropped 20 kilograms of minced chicken into the pot and fell into the soup. Once the soup was dropped, let the soup grate out and let it cool in the pot and continue to boil it. Abalone juice.

Now the soup out of the grate is almost 60 to 70% of the original water volume, and Lin Chou has filled two large tanks.

A group of people looked at them curiously, but it was slimy and a little greasy, and it didn't seem to have the sensation of being awakened from sleep by the fragrance just now, so it was not very interested.

Lin Chou found two lids to conceal the mouth of the jar, and then started to steam the steamed buns to prepare the soup.

A few evolutionists with particularly good eyes discovered the big tank next to the well.

"Tsk tusk, when did Boss Lin get so many starfish back?"

"This thing actually tastes mediocre. It's said that ordinary people are poisoned if they eat too much."

"real or fake?"

"How would I know..."

Several evolutionists shouted into the kitchen,

"Boss Lin, shall we eat this for lunch?"

Lin Chou called Big Breast Sister to help look at the steamer and said,

"No, eat it in the morning."

After saying this, Lin Chou waited for a while.

Sure enough, the system master did not jump out and beep some of them-the toxins on the yellow sea star thorn skin can even have an effect on Huang Dashan. The system obviously tacitly agrees that this thing can "pretend" as a food of the same order, even if it is the original The stock even reaches the zero-level low-level standard.

So Lin Chou felt relieved, and picked some of the starfish out of the jar, then put them in the ice water.

Usually, the flesh under the spine of the yellow starfish is actually not much. When it is cooked, it will be thready, but each arm and foot of the starfish that is about to enter the seed-holding stage will be filled with creamy flesh similar to crab yellow.

Putting all the starfish into the steaming pot, Lin Chou looked at his hands-neither red nor swollen would have no effect.

"Sure enough, even myself is considered a system product..."

A few minutes later, Lin Chou took out half of the starfish from the steamer and placed it on the hot iron plate.

Some starfish's five arms and legs will automatically split from the gap in the middle, and the steam will curl, but if there is no split, Lin Chou needs to manually break it.

Boil a pot of clear oil, and while the oil is heating up, sprinkle minced garlic and chopped green onions on each starfish's body and cracked shell, and pour the hot oil evenly.

"Stab~"

The aroma of onion and garlic suddenly became hot and scorching.

The previous evolutionary was hit by a triple crit from starfish, Buryat steamed buns, and beef offal soup at the same time, and immediately couldn't sit still.

Counting the number of people, the starfish is almost enough,

"You Rong served the starfish on a plate, steamed one garlic and let them pay at the counter. It was still 100."

"Sister with big breasts is in charge of buns."

Boss Lin was very unscrupulous, holding a plate of starfish, hiding under the tree in his home, and went to cool off.

The big-breasted sister is used to her own boss’s pies

"Line up, don't talk nonsense, one hundred starfish, other things as usual, it's late."

A long line immediately lined up, and the evolvers were particularly well-behaved.

Not only is the big-breasted sister used to Lin Chou, but the evolvers also have to "get used to" being naked.

If you don't get used to it, you can't make it. Comparing the personalities of Lin Chou and Chi Chi, if Lin Chou is described as a firecracker, Chi Chi must be a 50-caliber Yuanjing Cannon.

Most evolutionaries can't resist even a round in front of Chi Chi-this is the experience (xue) of the predecessors (lei) (li) and talk (shi), not just blowing water casually.

Of course, most of the evolutionists will selectively slap a few sentences in front of Lin Sorrow to increase their sense of presence.

But when the person standing in front of the counter was replaced with a big breasted sister, everyone was able to accurately remember the combination of Cold Tyrannosaurus + Bu Nanzhi facing Gang’s arbitrary subtle movements at the time, scene by scene. It's like a cartoon in my head.

Oh, so it’s not a big deal, just from the heart.

...

Lin Chou's home, the second-order low-level evolutionary Lin Yu kept the [behave.jpg] expression all the way back to the table, holding his own two plates and a bowl.

A plate of two starfish, a plate of four steamed buns, plus a bowl of beef offal soup—you can refill the soup (not meat).

The companion on the opposite glanced at the counter,

"Well, I didn't watch it lively today, it's almost all familiar faces."

Lin Yu couldn't wait to bite off most of the bun, and said with her cheeks bulging,

"It doesn't exist. I haven't been here for at least a month."

Speaking of Lin Yu, he is a frequent visitor to Yanhuishan, but the public face is low in strength and can only be a spectator silently in many wonderful times, and then boasted with the guys around him for a while-it feels great.

Companion laughed,

"Have you forgotten the guy whose chest was opened?"

The bun stuffing in Lin Yu's mouth almost didn't come out.

"Eating, you say this!"

The companion poked the "100 circulation points" in the plate,

"Where did Boss Lin get these weird things? Jiuzhan Palace hasn't seen a new dish for ten or eight years. He's not good--I have to look at the menu every time I come here. For a while."

Then the companion made a very sigh.

Lin Yu concealed her lips and said in her heart:

Isn't it just two levels higher than me? This awesome makes you even more gorgeous and low-key.

If there are enough tickets in your pocket, let's not mention it first, you, a small second-order senior can order something in Yanhuishan, why don't I have an AC count in my heart~

Say, are you too floating?!