Doomsday Pavilion

I don't know when, Huang Dashan has an extra wine jar in his hand, and it will make a dull sound when it moves.

I saw him throw out a few large bowls and pour the reddish liquor from the wine jar.

"Tiger bone wine, absolutely authentic and awesome!"

In fact, ever since Shan Ye... well... anyway, I fell in love with this kind of babbling stuff.

If it weren't for the persuasion of this group of normal people who weren't blinded by the waist, he even wanted to buy some more weird remedies for maintaining the waist from the potted plants.

No matter how poor you are, you can’t have a poor waist.

Huang Dashan has a voice,

"Hey, I also want to protect the bright light like this when playing children together. Time is not waiting for me, there is no chance!"

"But I still have to admire, and nothing else. Except when I make money and survive, I will definitely not be able to endure this suffering. We will be a common people, and the task of saving the world will not be handed over to us. ..."

Huang Dashan really has a true feeling of telling the truth.

The evolvers nodded imperceptibly. Although they said that, if the person involved was replaced by Huang Dashan-does this beep have this awareness??

Zhao Erye smacked his mouth and didn't speak. He didn't know how to pick it up anymore, so he had to look at the wine in the bowl very carefully.

This wine, obviously inherited the roughness of Huang's Tiandali Split. The raw material of Huang's Tiger Bone Wine is Lin Chou's three-color snake wine. The wine is thick and mellow. When it is poured into a bowl, it appears slightly The red wine is like a mass of solidified amber, without wine bubbles and waves.

Zhao Er's character is as commendable as his wine, and he belongs to the kind who dares to comment and slap it.

After smelling it, Zhao Er’s eyes revealed the same flame as the briquettes exploded when they burned violently.

"Sigh... damn good wine... smells..."

Leng Han's eyes were turned sideways, and the dignified Zhao Erye was like a mouse who had seen a cat. His neck was shortened by more than half in an instant, which was very funny.

Huang Dashan's eyes went back and forth between Leng Han and Zhao Er twice.

"Hey..."

How do you say this?

If Zhao Ziyu is here, what Zhao Erye needs to worry about is that Young Master Ziyu informs Zhao Qingcang, and after the Second Lord returns home, Elder Zhao will beat him severely on the grounds that he has broken Ziyu.

As for Leng Han-Zhao Erye was probably worried that Leng Han would beat him up on the spot.

"Come and come, Second Master taste it."

Zhao Er took the bowl, and felt a certain look on the back of his head for a while and disappeared.

"Call..."

Good luck and good fortune, if you escaped, you will be vain!

To be honest, Huang Dashan’s tiger bone wine is quite simple and rude. Zhao Er even saw a piece of finger-length broken bones at the bottom of the bowl, coupled with the reddish liquor, which is very reminiscent of murder. The second scene, the kind of corpse throwing rivers and lakes.

Can't stand the smell of wine!

"Sucking~"

Zhao Er's face was full of joy from the heart.

"Very fierce! Drinking it is like a line of fire in the stomach, from the throat to the stomach, what is left on the tip of the tongue is all the squishy sweetness, oh, it's very spicy, it's not small.

Huang Dashan poured a few more bowls in the past, but the Mi family sisters and the rest of the people did not pick them up, and refused, Shan Ye had to put the bowls on the table.

"Hey!" Huang Dashan took a sip of the wine and comfortably rubbed his waist. "It feels warm after a sip, right?"

Zhao Er repeatedly nodded, looking at the few undesired wine bowls on the table and the big wine jar, he felt happier, just like a hard-working little bee wandering among the blooming flowers.

"Rice is not only wine, but also wine, authentic! I said Huang Dashan, why is your wine red?"

Huang Dashan smiled mysteriously,

"Blood is the blood and bone marrow of tigers."

Zhao Er immediately raised his thumb,

"Absolutely! No wonder it smells like wild game!"

After a few bites were dried and put down the wine bowl, Zhao Er ordered two cigarettes and threw one to Huang Dashan.

"There is an old wine in Wen Zhongjiu, which is made from jade ice before the cataclysm. The fat is made from the belly fat of the blue-stranded wildebeest. The wine is yellow and red, just like the sunset in the movie. ——The last time I drank it was the year before. This guy was stingy when he mentioned wine, but the taste of the wine was almost nothing. He even gave the wine a pirated name:'Jinjiu', you This wine is better than the one he has hidden for eight years."

Affirmed by Zhao Jiugui, Huang Dashan was overjoyed and complacent,

"I want to use flowers to present the Buddha. Tiger bones are good. Tiger bones are the key point. The smell of wine from good bones is strong enough."

"Let me tell you, I put thirteen carefully selected spices in this wine, and I broke the bones, you know, the taste comes out fast enough, and I can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry. Got a good drink, hehe..."

Zhao Erye's eyes are bright,

"Ah~ awesome~"

Su Yourong heard that Leng Han was coming, and was finally willing to run out.

He wrinkled his delicate eyebrows when he heard the smell of wine. Of course, the little guy heard Huang Dashan's words by the way.

Su Yourong's eyebrows are upside down, her small expression is almost the same as that of Wei Qingyu, she pointed to Huang Dashan and said sharply.

"Wow! No wonder the master has been yelling for losing a large package of thirteen incenses, it's you, it's you!!"

Huang Dashan: (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

Zhao Erye was stunned for a while,

"Wait... the thirteen incense... the stew one?!"

Su Yourong's hands on hips are amazing.

"You're so embarrassed to brag! The stew is soaked in wine, it's amazing~"

Huang Dashan: (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

Su Yourong can be regarded as grabbing the handle of Huang Dashan to enrich his collection that hasn't made much money recently. He took out a large stack of good cast iron pans from the kitchen and lined up neatly.

"Wet tiger, wet tiger, guess which pot looks good?"

Huang Dashan: (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

Lin Chou pointed casually.

"Just this bite. I just used it to slow stew pork cheeks a few days ago. It will match your Uncle Dashan's face very well."

Su Yourong's happy eyes were all narrowed, and he was frightened.

"Okay~"

Did you see it?

The wet tiger is indeed the best wet tiger in the world!

I always want to help my apprentice enrich the collection...

I want to hide the collection as a dowry!

The scene was quite awkward.

This is not good, we just drank other people's wine...

"Hey, it's not enough to have wine and no food. What do you think of the forest?" Zhao Erye tried to change the subject.

Lin Chou nodded.

"Stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots? Garlic pork head? Pot cow face?"

Huang Dashan: (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

who am I?

where am I?

Why did I suddenly panic?

Zhao Er coughed a few times.

"Last time I heard our old man said that the fried chicken with sour scallion head was very wonderful, I have not eaten it before Lao Wen, can't."

In any case, Lin Chou was finally persuaded away, and Su Yourong kept glaring at this old man with enthusiasm.

Huang Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his face severely, and smiled transparently.

"Come, come, let me have another bowl, this wine is still made by myself. From beginning to end, I didn’t let anyone touch a finger. I told you that the tiger’s blood has to be cleaned up. first..."

Huang Dashan is a guilty man, so he can't hide himself to teach the advanced experience of making tiger bone wine.

"Ok..."

Su Yourong is disgusted,

"It's not that the master's wine is good. It's like how much it has to do with you. You just broke the bones and put them in."

Huang Dashan put on a serious face, righteously speaking,

"Wine is indeed Linzi's three-color snake wine. When the cooking wine is placed there, no one says he is delicious, right? It has to be used by the cook to make the best aroma of cooking wine in a lifetime. Can it be okay? Oh, forget it, I told you a girl who couldn't even cut potato shreds about such an unpredictable problem, forgive you for not understanding..."

Su Yourong's pretty face was cold, and his face was flushed with anger. He knew that Huang Dashan was wrong, and after organizing the language for a long time, he didn't know what to refute.

"You, you, you...obviously different...you arrogant words..."

Huang Dashan defeated this little girl with a few words, and turned away triumphantly.

He was prominent to Zhao Er and emphasized again,

"So, you have to do it yourself. The wine you make yourself must taste right. If you don't mind, you know, this wine has a soul!"

Zhao Erye nodded again and again, and clashed with Huang Dashan.

"Yes! Go heart! Have a heart!"

Directly kill the wine in the bowl, Zhao Erye exhaled a hot and spicy breath, and picked up the tiger bones at the bottom of the bowl.

"I have to say, Lin Zi is not high in alcohol, it's weird, the fifth-order mutant tiger, the bones are soaked?"

Huang Dashan stared blankly and swallowed his saliva.

Suddenly his eyes flickered,

"Uh...hehe..."

Zhao Er said strangely,

"what happened?"

"No..."

"Isn't it a heartbreaker? Don't you have to do it yourself," Lin Chou brought out a dish of fried chicken. "Even the tiger bones are all clean and crumbly made by Shan Ye himself. heart."

Nonsense, Rong Gong is just such a tiger. Apart from the bones gnawed by Huang Dashan, where are the remaining tiger bones for him to make wine?

"Pattern."

Zhao Erye's mouth was full of small bones from the teeth marks he had just bitten out, and he bounced hard on the ground twice.

Put the sour chicken chopsticks on the table between the two of them, Lin Chou's eyes were shining brightly and brightly like the sour lotus head on the plate, and his face was warm and moist as jade with a template of warm wine Smile slowly.

Huang Dashan: (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

"Second Lord! Second Lord, don't listen to him nonsense, I forgot, I really forgot... Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding..."

Su Yourong followed her master pretty lively, holding a heavy cast iron pan and placing it on the table.

The little girl blinked at Zhao Er.

"Hey, why is there a pot here?"

Just like a statue, Zhao Erye, who played hard as a thinker, came alive.

He blinked at Su Yourong with a waking expression.

"Yes, why is there a pot here!"

Zhao Erye reached out and picked up the pot.

Unskilled weighed.

Laughed.