Doomsday Pavilion

Man Kuang touched the corner of his eye—he thought his eye sockets might be moist!

This is so delicious...

Could it be caused by some psychological factors...

The awakening talent of this young restaurant owner must be hypnotic, right...

Shan Ye rolled his eyes,

"What kind of look? Do you still want to force the sentence "Why do my eyes always have tears?"

Condition: "I..."

Sikong followed with a cold smile,

"Don't think about it, just your kind of salted fish. The moistness today is at best to be able to coat more salt tomorrow."

Condition: "???"

At any rate, he is also considered the number one person. Under the double suppression of physics and material, he said his psychological words in grief and indignation.

"Who I provoke, you two are really embarrassed!"

This guy doesn’t know the tradition of Yanhuishan...

While eating the good dishes made by Lin Chou and drinking small wine or happy water from the fat house, just find a target to spray and spray again. It's very healthy, especially after dinner, is it especially popular?

Then, most people who understand this tradition can do things like Solitaire Solitaire perfectly.

As for whether the person who gets sprayed will not have a complete body-what a joke, we didn't ask the cute new ladies to pick up customers, are they particularly kind!

Shan Ye asked curiously,

"Wolves were raped?"

"Oh, your kid is quite wild when he is young..."

"Does Mingguang still have this kind of show? Is it a regular show?"

"Where did you look at it! Say it to make everyone upright!"

Men Kuang was silent and tears came from the camel's ear: "Where is the MMP camel, I'm going to roast it!"

Everyone laughed.

"This newcomer is not on the road!"

"Well, the stimulants are starting to talk nonsense..."

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, you are blocking me from watching Boss Lin's meat..."

A thick cast iron roasting pan is sandwiched on the bright red charcoal. When the bright red venison is suddenly placed on it, it will make a loud but very small grease bursting noise, which makes people think about it.

Lin Chou put down the deer leg in his hand and picked up a piece of venison with a knife. With a flick of his hand, the venison spun like a bright handkerchief on the tip of the knife.

"Fuck..."

"What's so special..."

"Emerton starts..."

Every fiber of the venison dancing on the tip of the knife has been pulled to the extreme, and it seems that it can break into the sky at any time.

Lin Chou's hand shook again, and the extremely thin slices of venison had fallen on the baking tray.

"Noisy~"

The slices of meat were tightened, and the fine fat burst.

The tip of the knife was picked again, and the seasoning powder was flying like rain when the meat slices were turned over, and he was already "wounded all over" when he turned.

"Zi La" again, the meat slices are already wrapped around the tip of the knife.

Lin Chou raised the knife and lightly tapped it among the cyan, finely rubbed hands, and put it to Leng Han's mouth.

Leng Han opened his pale pink lips slightly, staring dumbly at Lin Chou and his movement of bringing the knife...uh...the flesh from the tip of the knife to his eyes. He stiffened, and it took a while to remember. Breathing,

"Ahhh~"

Hey, you are so beautiful!

A group of single dogs crying and howling wolves,

"belch..."

"So full!"

"Well, it smells really good~"

"Where's my torch, where am I in such a big torch?"

"What on earth did I do wrong? I'm just eating a meal, what a big deal, why should I be ravaged and ravaged so fiercely..."

Boom!

A loud noise!

A certain eyeless jackal may have smelled the sweet barbecue smell here, and relied on his fourth-order tyrannical strength to break through the pitcher grass fence, and was pulled into the ground more than three meters deep by the strongest tentacle on the spot. .

The second tiger ran back carrying the jackal with a professional serious face.

"Brother Chou, crit, he's single, it's proper!"

All the hiding single dogs suddenly realized that the little chick said (zha) made sense, and looked at the soft jackal with painful eyes.

——Is there any sadness for rabbits and foxes?

"It's too much! Even a dog can't see it..." Huang Dashan rolled his arm to his sleeve, "Today I am going to kill the people, don't stop me, it's time to move around. Grandpa Dashan is about to rust Your body!"

Sikong Leng said coldly,

"The corpse is still hot, go move."

Huang Dashan had a false eye,

"Your heart is really dirty..."

Sikong snapped his fingers.

"Ok??"

A group of people remembered who the golden thighs are today. How dare the good fellow Huang Dashan give you the courage to scold golden thighs at the dinner table of others?

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

"Huang Dashan, dare you say it again?"

"Try it again!"

"I think your jealous eyes still want to refute'Try and try'?"

Huang Dashan still wanted to refute it, but didn't dare.

Sometimes, that physics really can't suppress matter, after all, the smell of copper is everywhere in this world.

He Huang Dashan still wants to eat roasted venison to his full - even if Lin Chou used it as dog food, he wouldn't mind it.

Where is there a free lunch in the world? If there is, then you must be full.

A group of people pretended not to see that Lin Chou had fed several pieces of meat to Leng Han, and they continued to laugh at themselves.

Lin Chou roasted the meat carefully. The venison slices that he spun and jumped with his own hands will be about 1.2 times larger. The muscle fibers are stretched horizontally and vertically, and the force is just right to stretch the thin venison on the baking tray. The shape will not become ugly and ugly, on the contrary, it will be more regular and regular.

This is very convenient to roll up, and it allows ladies to put it in the mouth elegantly and neatly. The round dumplings are effortless to chew and are particularly smooth. Even if they are simply dipped in salt, the fragrance of love lingers on them. ...Ah no...It's a mellow venison fat smell...

Sikong quietly brushed the oil on the roasting pan, eating with great concentration. The chopsticks never stopped, and the venison that tasted sweet without a bit of fishy taste was worth it.

Sikong whimpered and said,

"Looking back, I asked my chef to do the same. This is the first time I ate this kind of venison that is similar to beef ripening. I didn't expect even the fishy smell to be removed. It's awesome!"

Lin Chou didn't take credit for it.

"It's just an accident...you should eat less, you will really get a nosebleed, I'm really afraid that someday your strong personal doctor will come and brush me shirtlessly."

There is a greasy trace on the corner of Huang Dashan’s mouth,

"Experts before the cataclysm said that stewed vegetables, pickles, pickles, bacon, and even dry-aged steaks are regular customers on the'carcinogenic' list, so Mr. Sagong, you can grill your three-mature steak. Will the venison hand it to me?"

Sikong snorted.

"Leaving the dose to talk about toxicity is a hooliganism!"

"There are too many things that can cause cancer. Which one of sunlight, air and water can't cause cancer?"

"Furthermore, if this son is abolished, he is also an evolutionary. What are you talking about with me about causing cancer?"