Doomsday Pavilion

The situation, dude, didn’t even notice that there were only four square and square emerald-like radish side dishes in the small dish. Years of experience told him that there is an 80% chance that this thing is just good-looking. The black-hearted ghosts are also catalyzed by the hormones purified by the magic plant.

"Will it be delicious?" The steamed bun was a little hot, and Men Kuang poured the steamed bun in his hand.

"Oh~"

The group behind made a strange sound of yin and yang-this guy was afraid that he would be reconciled to the thirty-eight-ton old punch of boss Lin, tusk.

Lin Chou's face was still smiling.

He didn't mean to be angry at all, and he even wanted to drink Bing Kuo Le.

"This is wheat flour milled by Chengnan Farm itself. The yield of short pile wheat is not high, and it tastes very sweet."

It looks like a pampered foodie, the wallet must be very generous, so it must be very tiring to repack it in your pocket...

The situation looked at the buns,

"Can I try it?"

"you are welcome!"

Men Kuang took a bite of the bun,

"Hi...I'll go..."

Unprepared gravy and grease overflowed your mouth-if it was put in the black heart shop before the cataclysm, it could be sold as a soup bag!

The scalded teeth grinned, a mouthful of incense, even the belt stuffing was pushed around in his mouth, and he couldn't get down his throat.

He whimpered in a surprised tone,

"Dead face? This bun is dead face..."

I didn't even notice that the bun was dead, so I talked to the boss about the gluten of flour!It's all dead ends, what more gluten...

I was negligent and careless, and I didn't even notice the smell of the steamed buns.

Men Kuang blushed a bit, and there was only a piece of skin left in the two big buns in his hand. After putting them in his mouth, Men Kuang clapped his hands.

"Thirty more for me, I'm eating fast, I didn't taste it!"

Evolved people, eating hundreds or eighty of this kind of buns is no problem.

The situation is still reminiscent of the taste in the mouth, the oil is full, the meat is very fragrant, but it does not feel greasy at all. It seems that there are several ingredients in it that he has never tried-especially those two... or three. Vegetables have a peculiar taste.

Lin Chou pointed behind him,

"I only have fifty or sixty in this cage."

When Kuang turned his head, everyone behind him looked at him with grimace.

"Uh..."

A cage of steamed buns, your kid needs half?

If you have the ability, you can try it and see if the big guy can punch you all the shit!

After getting off work, I ran here in a hurry, not just for the cheap and affordable salt-baked chicken and pig blood soup and big buns this morning...

What do you mean, kid!Baoyuan?

The situation turned around silently, and wanted to struggle a bit.

"We... there are more than ten people..."

Just listen to the messy sounds in the back of my head and fry the pot,

"Calendar! Is there a mine at home?"

"Fart, what kind of buns do you eat if there is a mine? Two million bowls of Taipingyan are beckoning to you, hey~"

"Does this kid understand the rules? You just line up for a dozen people?"

"Go back and hammer him!"

Men Kuang apologized to the person behind, then stretched out a slap,

"Five, I want five."

He brought a chicken, five buns, a dish of radish and a bowl of soup back to his seat with a wry smile.

Before coming here, I listened to my family’s warnings that none of the hunters were friendly, and they didn’t blink their eyes in fights, murders, and arson.

If it were not for his strong objections, the family could provide him with a regiment of bodyguards.

I don’t understand the situation. The big guys speak of it as a nature, only one official and one private. With this kind of background, are they committing such hatred of each other?

The official hunters brought by the situation are a bit unpleasant,

"Boss, this is too bullying..."

"That's right, a group of second- and third-order little wanderers, I don't know if they all thought they were all sixth-order bosses."

"Go boss, throw them over!"

Asked the situation,

"Knowing that they are up to second and third tiers, you will vent your anger if you win? Are you honorable?"

"..."

"A team of well-equipped third-tier official hunters gathered in the wilderness to fight with the unnamed private hunters. If you don't want my face to pass out?"

"..."

"You guys, learn more from the soldiers under Brother Zheng, and let me fuck less."

"..."

Finished talking about the situation, put the square plate on the table,

"Every day I listen to people talking about how this small restaurant is, and my ears are almost getting calluses. Come on, try it with the big guys, brother Gao, you too...huh...what about Brother Gao..."

The end of the team that had been discharged outside stretched out a hand and shook it embarrassedly.

"Line up for dinner!"

"..."

Men Kuang took out a knife from his waist and cut each bun into four evenly.

"Well, let's taste the taste first."

"Wow~"

After the buns were cut, the orange fat mixed with the gravy immediately filled the bottom of the plate, and the aroma bombarded the nose of a table of people like a bomb.

The situation and the dozens of officials in the official hunting team looked at each other.

"Fuck..."

"This smell is too fragrant!"

The situation forced himself to chew slowly, carefully feeling the taste of every inch of stuffed buns.

(It's amazing, how many kinds of meat are put in this stuffed bun, how come it seems that none of them are familiar to me.)

(This vegetable is wild vegetables, wild onions and a little bit of wild leeks, it seems crude but the ratio is very fine, the taste and fusion are just right.)

(How can it be done with so much gravy?)

A bun, a question mark that is full of food.

"Crack~"

Especially the stuffing of steamed buns seems to have many strange diced meat evenly distributed.

The crispy elastic teeth are full of juice, as if using an alternative way to portray the image of the bun in a three-dimensional way.

Huang Dashan asked with a smile on the table next door,

"how about it?"

The situation is a bit dull, so he asked,

"This stuffed bun..."

Huang Dashan said with a smile,

"I don't know. Diaphragm meat, minced lamb, wild horse meat, and slab sausage are not common cooking ingredients, especially this slab sausage, I tell you, it is very good for men!"

"?"

"Ten men and nine hemorrhoids know how to cut, and the remaining one either often rides horses or eats slab sausage!"

"..."

The situation was dumbfounded, so he tried to get a word hemorrhoid out of his mind.

"Buryat buns? They are amazing. They can be made into buns with raw materials that I have never heard of, and they are unexpectedly delicious."

Shan Ye smiled contemptuously,

"Young people, they should read more to increase their knowledge..."

Shan Ye Kou Mo flew to Men Kuang to popularize the long history and short stories of Buryat steamed buns. The talk was endless, and I was stunned.

——These are what Shan Ye heard from Lin Chou and the diners, and now they are used to pretend to be just right for the scene.