Doomsday Pavilion

So what does this story tell us-the grass is born to be drilled, and there may be a dozen big guys armed from the heel to the belly button at any time.

"Hi, why is Boss Lin..."

"Show me this after all my three-meter-long big ring knives are drawn out?!"

"That's right, why did you run over, boss Lin, you almost hurt you by mistake, don't you know!"

"Well, what is the filling of wonton?"

"It's stuffed with Jiao Cai and fish meat," Lin Chou said, looking at the evolutionary, "Why are you not eating it?"

The expressions of other evolutionaries didn't know for a while whether they should be more savage or more savage. In short, it was very painful.

The evolutionary received a basket of violent threats, and knew that it seemed not good to say such things at this time, so he couldn’t help asking.

"What kind of dish is Jiaocai..."

Lin Chou divided the wontons in the big wooden bucket into bowls,

"Jiaocai is Zizania, which is wild Zizania. It is a small one. It tastes good and has a great taste."

Watergrass grows mostly in river ponds. The trademark has been squashed because of the silt, but not stained by the lichen, but not by the lotus, so it can only be done elsewhere. The publicity slogan is white, fresh and easy to break. , Is known as the delicate baby, so it is also called "Jiaoercai".

As for Pucai, Lin Chou used it to make a lot of things, and everyone had already taken it off.

Probably because of the problem of the variety of cattails in Shuizenei near Mingguang, it is actually somewhat different from the quality of certain cats, such as those in Huai'an before the catastrophe.

However, the good environment and excellent water quality have given a package of aquatic wild vegetables including pucai and Jiaocai a certain taste. The difference is so subtle that only professional cooks or tasters with tricky tongues can detect it. .

"One chopstick is crispy and tender, and the whole dish recalls the fragrance of carp"

The less delicate Pucai is actually versatile, but its appearance is ugly, but it can taste the honor of the famous Sichuan Daze.

Lin Chou chose to pair it with fish meat and Jiao Cai, and then served with chicken soup and skin jelly, making a wonton with a long tail like a streamer white and transparent from the inside to the outside, and the bowl is dotted with tender green and attractive cress. It is the only exception color.

The skill evolutionists who were interrupted talked about troubles but never made jokes about their hungry stomachs. The big claws that can only give birth to tigers and leopards honestly took the big bowl.

"It looks a bit like the chicken sauce wontons made by my mother."

"It's the whole chili pepper, it's a little bit lighter when I look at it..."

"Well, isn't it just a delicate fragrance? Why don't you drink chili soup with something as heavy as chili oil?"

"Hey, why does old brother Lin Chou always say that making pasta by himself is a weakness? This wonton is also good, just like the little fairy daughter who wanders in the soup in ancient costume..."

"Wdnmd, how does this metaphor have a tragic perverted taste, boiled little fairy?"

Lin Chou happily divided the wontons, and squatted down with a bowl of them, ready to eat.

"In that bowl is the paste of chili pounded out of a stone mortar, and the bottle is white pepper noodles. You can add a little if you like, but if you add more, it will grab the taste."

The two parties who had completely different perceptions of the clear soup wontons immediately began a war.

"Look, Boss Lin said he would grab the taste!"

"Hey, didn't you see that boss Lin brought chili and pepper, and he said something strange about not adding chili!"

"Here! You tarnished the purity of the clear soup wonton!"

"Kouhu, the ravioli in the clear soup is as pure as a piece of white paper. It is suitable for the red and bright chili oil to splash ink on it, come duck, please our chili noodle master!"

"You shit!"

"Oh shit you!"

When the two sides spray each other, it is really fragrant.

Because the oily skin inside the wonton is frozen into a plump soup mixed with the delicious chicken soup on the outside of the wonton, the crispness of the Jiao Cai and the softness of the fish is blooming in the mouth amazingly.

The red oil party will make the red oil in the bowl stray to the corner, and quickly stir up a wonton into the mouth when the spiciness has not completely spread, and taste it carefully.

The clear soup party members picked up a wonton from the bowl as well, and dipped it in the pepper bowl when the red soup party was not paying attention, and chewed slowly.

Then, the Red Oil Party and the Clear Soup Party met for a long time... Bah... They looked at each other and smiled.

"It's really delicious!" Huang Dashan reluctantly put down the bowl.

This product is a product of Zhu Bajie swallowing ginseng fruit. No matter what he eats, no matter how many people eat at the same time, he is always the first to put down his chopsticks and lick the bowl.

"When I was in the wilderness, even if the barbecue was unpalatable, I never thought that one day I would eat grass... and even thought that the grass was delicious..."

"You Shan Ye, I have always believed that wolves can eat meat for thousands of miles," Shan Ye said, "Well, that's it, it's not the black-and-white guy raised by Lin Chou."

"Eating meat is the most original purpose of the wilderness, but I have made enough money but I came back to eat grass..."

An evolutionary squatted in the crowd and took a peek at the distance between the two.

"However, the truth is that Lord Shan does not make enough money. He is still a poor man, and he still has to make rations by licking the plate for the Queen..."

Huang Dashan: "???"

Everyone rushed,

"Hey, I'm afraid that the money earned is not enough for the wear and tear of the waist."

"Unexpectedly, even the mountain master has fallen. The mountain master was not like that before. The man who could squat in the cow dung for a black mountain wild boar was able to squat three days of wolf extinction by the wind, the snow and the moon.

"You heard that it's human words, what is Fenghuaxueyue, it is obviously worn away with the waist, and it is ground into slag."

"Thinking about it this way, boss Lin really loves, right? He changes his way all the time to make up the big waist for Lord Shan. What kind of tiger whip stewed bullwhip in front of me, let me go, it tastes like murder, okay."

"That's right, it's not true love who can stand the taste..."

"I heard that boss Lin prepared lamb kidney stew with leeks for his next dish... but he didn't catch the right grade sheep..."

The voices of these guys are getting smaller and smaller, and the topics are getting more and more tricky.

Everyone is an evolutionary. Who is worse than anyone else?

Some two vicious dogs stood there and clenched their fists.

Lin Chou twisted his neck and asked,

"You first?"

Huang Dashan twisted his neck, politely,

"How about you come!"

The two croaked their necks at the same time and said in unison,

"Then let's go together."

Perhaps 80% of the core elements of human progress may be harmony and unity. This process is usually completed step by step through integration, consensus, and unity. Everything that happens before the same voice is heard in the world. Inconsistent voices can be understood as small forks in the process of human progress, which belong to the existence that can be summarized in history textbooks with as few as three or four words and one sentence without using punctuation marks.

A Huang Dashan is not counted, just considering Lin Chou, everyone feels that their beating is fixed.

"Ok?"

"Eh...wait..."

"Something happened!!"

"Is that stuff here?"

"Shhh... don't make a noise..."

Lin Shou looked at the other side of the mountain stream without any concern.

Sometimes interest comes, no matter what kind of perverted interest, it is not allowed to be disturbed casually.

"What the hell is that..."

Lin Chou saw a pair of huge golden eyes on the other side of the mountain stream.