Doomsday Pavilion

The twenty or so evolutionists in the front were still surprised, and they heard the paper man's screaming words, and the voice was quite familiar.

"Hey, what are you doing in a daze? Come and help!"

Everyone is dumbfounded,

"You...who are you..."

"I am so special about you, Grandpa Dashan!!"

"Oh oh..."

This group of evolutionists asked while helping,

"What the hell is this..."

Huang Dashan slanted his eyes, his face was rather gloomy,

"Have you never seen the Doudizhu sticker?"

A few guys stared blankly at the two-fingered thick paper felt that was torn off for a while, so I was so speechless.

——If you can't afford it, you can't afford it, your multiple is a bit high.

This stunned time was so long that Huang Dashan could no longer control the power of the wild in his body.

(Am I really shameless?)

(Is it the mouth, the mouth, or the mouth...)

To say that smart people are not only smart people but also have a strong desire to survive.

"The Lord Shan is the Lord Shan. It's not the same as the miscellaneous fish like ours. Those who can do more work, even Doudizhu play such a big hahahaha~"

Everyone: "..."

Sikong was quickly rescued from the paper by everyone, but he was already shaking his head in sweat, quite tragically.

The weight is nothing, but the layer on the left and the right is so hot that Lao Hou is so hot. This means that Sikong has been sitting next to Leng Han, otherwise this guy would have had a heat stroke.

"I said Lord Shan, you guys...who the hell won..."

Shan Ye sneered, and slapped the whole piece of paper armor.

"I didn't lose anyway, I'm not the one with the thickest paper shell."

Sikong, who retorted his blood, immediately sneered.

"You are not the thickest one, but your area is big~"

Sikong compared the paper-shell armor peeled off from him with Shanye's--it felt like it was impossible to put four or five Sikong in.

Huang Dashan: "???"

Now smart people are so good at making excuses for themselves!The thin, bamboo-like wind might fold it when it blows.

Like, it's amazing.

In fact, as the evolving evolvers upgrade their ranks, it is almost impossible for the evolvers to have white-faced weakness like Sagong under the imperceptibility of the original power. Instead, they can easily become a male dog with a few tasks and exercise. A muscular monster on the waist and arms that can race horses.

It may be a good thing to put it on a man, but if it is put on some female compatriots who pay special attention to body size, it is simply a disaster.

Such as Sister Xingxing.

Simply being fat can burn calories if there is nothing to do, but if you replace fat with the same amount of muscle group, then how to burn it-the coach does not teach this!

In short, apart from the various other auras and the painting style of the adult master Sikong is still very marketable in the base city, after all, things are rare and expensive.

I'm used to big fish and meat every day, and occasionally I see a watery little cabbage that is not like a baby.

Shan Ye and others firmly believe that they are definitely not the bottom one, so noisy and lively.

At this time, someone from the newcomer asked,

"Hey, one, two, three, four, five... You only have five people here, why are there six cards in your hand?"

Sikong and others: "..."

Huang Dashan raised his eyebrows and asked boldly.

"Hahaha, yeah, why there are only five cards in hand but six of them... Why do you think this is... Ask you!"

"Yes...Yes..." That person has been thinking hard for a long time, eh, that's not right, I'm the one asking the question!

Huang Dashan's heart is your sister, yeah, is it possible for Lao Tzu to tell them that this deck of cards belonged to Cold Tyrannosaurus?Was she posting a small note with us and was the one who lost the worst?I haven't lived enough yet!

emmmmm, by the way, our cold lieutenant will be more competitive.

If it weren't for her, where would the stickers be as high as tens of kilograms per person, could it be because the big breasted sister also participated in the gambling?

...

The hot scent of wheat permeated the kitchen in the small hall, and the thick steamer was taller than Lin Chou, and the top was like a "chimney" from which steam surging and quickly enveloped the kitchen.

"Haha, there really are buns~"

"I can still smell the beef!"

"I had a dream when I was on the night shift. I was eating big buns. I couldn't eat enough. Is this a dream come true?"

Twenty or so people came from the four-wall construction site. In order to speed up the progress, the evolvers worked in three shifts throughout the night in order to speed up the progress. After nearly eight hours, these people had already hungry chests and backs.

Inside, Lin Chou began to prepare oily peppers, simmered peppers, roasted peppers, and fresh peppers for beef miscellaneous soup, pig blood soup, etc.——

"Hey!"

The sharp and sharp spiciness and Jiaoxiang immediately occupied everyone's perception channels, and the familiar and exciting spicy diners felt that a fire was about to burn in their bodies.

I have to say that this smell is really refreshing.

A fat guy rubbed his belly bitterly,

"I moved the bricks for one night, and I don't know if it's enough for boss Lin to pay for a meal here..."

"Little fat, die this heart. It's not bad to get tax deductible for the job, and want to be paid? Dreaming!"

Fatty sighed,

"Lao Zhong, what you said... is too true and can easily cause discomfort."

He stared in the direction of the kitchen eagerly, and watched Boss Lin quickly make breakfast.

"Oh, here comes!"

"Bun, ten buns first~"

"..."

Little Fatty immediately got up and went to line up, but was pressed back into the chair by the old clock.

Xiaopang: "???"

What are you doing? If you don’t go there, you can just grab the buns and you’ll lose them.

Old Zhong winked,

"The counter is not full. Boss Lin left a large area on purpose. There will be food coming up in a while. I'm sure you are right. Wait!"

Xiaopang seemed to be right when he thought about it. Didn't you see that none of the people in the group moved? "You guys please come first" on his face.

There is a problem with this style of painting!What are they waiting for?

The person who swiped the card to get the breakfast has already begun to enjoy it, and all kinds of aromas and sounds such as the ocean of the ocean swallow the old clock and the little fat.

"His, hot!"

"Crack, click!"

"Ha ha ha ha ~"

Xiaopang almost didn't cry. Everyone was eating. Why should I wait here stupidly?

Old Zhong coughed,

"Trust me..."

However, his grunting gastrointestinal protests and continuous uninterrupted swallowing of saliva made his confidence look unsatisfactory.

Over there, Huang Dashan had originally raised Erlang’s legs, a wavy look of the old god, and was blowing water with Sikong into a magnificent and turbulent wave... Then what? Suddenly he jumped up.

"Spicy watermelon rind, waiting for one night can be regarded as coming!"

With that, Shan Ye hulped to the counter.

He didn't forget to line up.

In the rear, Old Zhong Xiaopang said, "Come on!!!"

The two grabbed the ninth and tenth positions.

Lin Chou put the old and tenon-and-mortise rice bucket on the counter, one large and one small.

"Add a dish today, octopus clip tofu."

The person who served the meal first reacted and rushed back to the line again with the steamed bun in his hand and the old bowl.

Master Sagong muttered,

"As for, there are only more than 30 people in total. It's enough if you queue up or not!"

Shan Ye pointed to the keg, so Si Kong sullen his face.

"I take back what I just said."

The outer surface of the small barrel is shiny and moist, and it has a sense of age of an old object. The hand is carved with patterns of flowers, birds, fish and insects-in short, this is a very delicate wooden barrel.

So here comes the problem. Just like we don't use exquisiteness to describe a brawny man with a big waist and round waist, we also can't use exquisiteness to target a huge rice bucket.

With the exquisite small barrel and the thick wall, you can imagine how much space is left inside.

Shan Ye couldn't help thinking of the results of last night's labor.

That's a few hundred kilograms of octopus clips, just make so little finished product?Go to the grave and burn the newspaper to fool you!You must have embezzled you if you were so black!

Just thinking of this, Lin Chou slapped a spoonful of soft and crystal bean curd from the big bucket into his bowl.

Shan Ye complained,

"Crab tofu is crab tofu! This..."

Lin Chou did not respond.

Then I scooped half a spoon of octopus tofu from the most eye-catching wooden bucket of Huang Dashan.

"Tick"

Boss Lin's hand with the spoon shook inadvertently, and the half of the spoon suddenly disappeared by a third, so he satisfactorily poured it on the bean curd.

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Shan Ye was stunned,

"Fuck, was your kid in charge of cooking in the cafeteria of Qinshan Wu School?"

Lin Chou looked at him obliquely,

"Surely you didn't scold me less in your heart just now?"

Huang Dashan: "???"

why...

I don't have the habit of writing subtitles on his face, so are you really new to mind reading?

Lin Chou coughed and said while cooking,

"I thought I could let the big guys taste it. The octopus clip is too unreliable, and a few hundred kilograms are out of this small bucket of'tofu'."

Xiaopang counted the people in front of him,

"Well, there are only eight, this wave is stable!"

Old Zhong said proudly,

"Look, I’m right~"

Someone asked,

"What's in the big bucket next to it?"

"Tofu, chickpea."

Sikong really had such an expression,

"I know, how could it be so slow otherwise."

Huang Dashan babbled and ran to the table carrying the tableware,

"My mother, for the bean curd, I just want to eat the bean curd, and when I return the chickpea curd, I like to make these weird things. I have never heard of it...sucking~"

This sucking sound almost wiped out Huang Dashan's soul.

Huang Dashan didn't even dare to believe it, "My mother...is it so fresh..."

The appearance of octopus tofu compared with chickpea flower is more than a little bit worse. The curd is not as complete as the chickpea flower, and even the color of the soup is dark and heavy.

On the whole, pouring it in a bowl of chickpea flowers looks like a mudslide whizzing down from the top of the snowy mountain...yes, yes...it is the visual sense of the mudslide.

Even people with distorted aesthetics like Huang Dashan have no way to see the unique beauty from this bowl of snow-capped mudslides-but it won't be so ugly that it is hard to swallow, right?

But after the entrance, the miracle-like extreme deliciousness really makes Shan Ye unable to fault it.

"Oh the sea, you are all water..."

Shan Ye slapped his lips, there was really no words, only one sentence was left over and over again.

"Xian...It's really fresh..."

Mouth after mouthful, even if it's hot from ear to ear, I never want to stop.

The inside of the octopus tofu is full of small holes and veins, and there will be soup dripping in the mouth anytime and anywhere when chewing.

The seemingly delicate texture actually has a bit of indomitable toughness inside.

It does not melt in the mouth. Only when you touch and squeeze with your teeth and the tip of your tongue, and feel the dense veins and holes one by one, will it open the door of the deepest secret. , Ren Jun picks.

Sikong sat on a chair opposite Huang Dashan,

"Come early is worse than coincidence, ha, Lord Shan, you are here every day. How many times have you encountered such a good thing?"

Huang Dashan "sucked" all the inventory in the bowl in one gulp,

"Well, this seems to be the soup of boiled cabbage, it's too little..."

"Let me tell you, Lin Zi has changed. When anyone does not come, there is nothing. When whoever comes, it happens to be the fattest tomorrow. This kid is not honest."

Sikong shrugged and said nothing, but silently moved his bowl away from Huang Dashan.

There were two bowls in front of him: a bowl of chickpeas and a bowl of octopus tofu.

Huang Dashan's eyes widened.

"Fuck, why do you have two bowls, I only have one bowl?"

Sikong was silent for a while.

"It may be because you are ugly."

Everyone:

"Puff~"

"Puff hahaha~"

"Master Sikong's words are reasonable~"

Huang Dashan shouted angrily,

"I ask you if I am pretty? Did you hear me? I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language!"

Sikong said casually while wiping the spoon with a tissue.

"Oh, maybe it's because I charged up?"

Huang Dashan: "..."

You can go to your grandma, you have a big bug-coach, I want to learn programming, I will write a plug-in in the future!

Sagong’s spoon is gently stirred in the bowl of chickpeas,

"Wow~"

"Wow~"

The faint amber or tea-colored soup surging slightly, like the sparkling water in the setting sun reflecting the afterglow of the sun.

The long and sweet fragrance seems to be rippling with the fluctuation of the soup in the bowl, slowly lingering, and the large piece of chickpea flower in the bowl seems to have really become like clouds under the sunset glow, and the clouds are soothing and lazy.

What made Sikong most unbelievable was that when he stirred the soup, there was not a little bit of edge powder falling from the large chickpeas, and the bottom of the bowl also had no impurities, and it was completely transparent from top to bottom.

Sikong muttered,

"Let's try it... I have eaten the chickpea flower from Yishanfang before... I didn't expect it to be served with octopus tofu this time... How fresh..."

Sikong still knows something about the chickpea flower. Its finished product is white in color and resembles tofu flower. It is made of chicken. It is a representative dish of Sichuan cuisine.

Chickpea flowers pay attention to a white and tender soup. It is a kind of template that everyone thinks can be made by looking at the recipe. It is very simple, but it is especially easy to make a dog's brain when it is done by hand.

Legend has it that this dish is related to the love of the concubine Huarui of Meng Chang, the lord of Hou Shu. Due to the weak stomach of Mrs. Huarui, Meng Chang ordered the Royal Kitchen to make a special dish for her to nourish her stomach and digest. I found inspiration in my bean curd, so I got chickpea flower.

later--

Later, Mrs. Huarui's stomach disease was not good or not. Sikong didn't know, but if he couldn't eat it so much, his stomach would definitely explode in place.

Spooning a tablespoon of octopus tofu into the bowl of chickpeas, Si Kong raised the bowl in Huang Dashan’s coveted sight, and solemnly said,

"Then, let's do it first."

Huang Dashan chuckled his twelve white teeth cheerfully,

"Let’s die together hahaha!"