Doomsday Pavilion

Facts have proved that Wulangqi is particularly suitable for making broth.

Use a small brush to gently scrub off the salt and dust on the surface. Place it on a charcoal stove and roast it for a scorched aroma, then put it into the pot. Just boil the water for a while, the clear soup will turn into a light milky white , And getting thicker.

This is the first time that Lieutenant General Leng Han Leng has carefully observed a pot of soup, which is no less than a novel experience like participating in a chemical experiment.

"Very beautiful, isn't it?" Lin Chou hooked the bottom of the soup pot with a spoon to prevent the dried salted fish from scorching.

"Don't put onion, ginger and cooking wine, it will be fishy." Leng Han said that he did not know nothing about conventional construction units such as kitchens.

Lin Chou said, "If you want the soup to be more moist, you have to boil it slowly and slowly, step by step, without being impatient."

Lin Chou used a fine colander to filter out the scum impurities in the soup and the foam on the surface of the soup.

"If you put it now, it will suffocate the taste. After we finish the froth, clean the soup, and then seasoning is appropriate."

Leng Han suddenly became a little excited.

"What do you want to put? This? This white pepper smells so well, this pepper looks good, well, what about the ham, how many sticks should I put?"

Lin Chou stared at the three or four large hams in Leng Han's hand, each weighing more than 15 kilograms, cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

"It's not in a hurry," Lin Chou stopped Leng Han, who was eager to throw the ham directly into the pot, "Why don't you go pick some fresh nepeta, it's very interesting."

Under Lin Moumou’s careful care, this pot of salted fish finally escaped Leng Han’s merciless hand and successfully survived. The thick white soup reveals the peculiar salty and freshness of cured meat, which is derived from the continuous plumpness of the old hen broth. Wandering over the top of the hill, moisturizing everyone's sense of smell.

With a mouthful of beef jerky in his mouth, Huang Dashan shed tears of regret, and the cold wind shuttled back and forth from the eight car windows of the Pangolin, trying to take away the last trace of the dry beef jerky.

"Damn... you knew me... so..."

Three or five evolutionists walked into the small hall with their backs on their shoulders, and were dragged down by Huang Dashan.

"???"

The few evolving people with relatively little qualifications couldn't resist the tyranny of Huang Dashan, the number one under the stars. They could only get up and apologize cautiously, not knowing where they had offended this uncle.

"What do you want to do!"

Several evolvers were wronged and respectfully returned the child to Shan Ye,

"Eat, eat, boss Lin is making soup, it's delicious~"

Huang Dashan sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"You haven't seen the few stupid birds that were bombed out just now? Cold Tyrannosaurus and Linzi have been in the two-person world, making soup and making soup. Are you sure you want to go in?"

Several evolutionists were shocked, bowed with gratitude on their faces.

"Xie Shanye's grace for help~"

"Ok!"

The food was not eaten, and the soup was not drunk. These evolutionaries also stopped the other group by the way and let the news out.

In a short while, people in half of the mountain knew about it. After a little wailing and screaming back, these guys should squeeze their feet, they should squeeze their feet, and a few cars drove out of Yanhuishan. Got luck in the wilderness.

In addition to the improvement of their own strength, some evolving people habitually live the life of being drunk and drunk, especially those dogs who are not old or young at home, if it weren't for Yanhuishan's dishes, I can’t say when I can quit the days of being drunk and dreaming of death in Hualiu Alley-the idle servants on Yanhui Mountain have gotten into their pockets and only then willing to stroll in the wilderness can be regarded as correcting evil and reforming.

"Heh~" Huang Dashan disdainfully looked at more than half of the second-rate people, "I have to increase taxes. Mingguang is still too kind to these dogs."

According to Huang Dashan, Mingguang is really benevolent to this group of guys who are not as capable or dissatisfied with half a bottle and wandering around. He wants to leave his mountain master with the right to say, and at least triple the tax on girls. Don’t talk about holidays. All year round, I go to the wilderness to dig the roots of wild vegetables!

"At first glance, I haven't encountered severe beatings from society!"

"Who are you talking about?" Wen Zhongjiu threw a jar of Qingquan Mountain into Huang Dashan's arms from the car window. "You are just ashamed of you?"

Huang Dashan quickly took a look at the wine jar.

"Oh, ten years Chen, then we thank Master Wen~"

Wen Zhongjiu raised his eyebrows, his face was like a crown jade, and a yushu rushed towards Huang Dashan's face in the wind.

"No thanks, has Fatty Wei come these days?"

"It's a long time ago," Huang Dashan said. "I heard that the garrison has recently been so annoyed by the fat master that the garrison insisted that the fat master should tie the big winged tiger directly back to Mingguang. The prodigal son is said to almost fight with the fat man."

"Bah!" Wen Zhongjiu's face was brightly written with disdain, "General Ye Lao has been a hero for a lifetime, how can he make such a mud that can't support the wall."

"Hey, every family has a hard-to-read scripture. Elder Ye is so old, there is only such a baby bump, he has been spoiled by the big girl and little aunt in the whole yard of the Ye family since childhood, which is not bad."

"I think it still owes you." Wen Zhongjiu concluded.

"Yes, it's not enough to smoke. You can't smoke twice in one meal. If you can't die, save it and continue to smoke. The children who have been beaten by society are good children.

Wen Zhongjiu thought for a while,

"That guy is in his thirties, right?"

"Where, 42 this year, tut~"

The two talked for a while, and Wen Zhongjiu walked to the wooden house on the top of the mountain, standing at the door looking forward to the brilliance, causing the female wolf all over the mountain to scream.

Huang Dashan took a enthusiastic look.

"The sky has no eyes... Isn't it just so handsome than Lao Tzu..."

You see, Wen Zhong Jiu Wen is handsome, even the shameless Huang Dashan admits.

"Hey, wait a minute, if the Tier 5 boss can resist the bottle of medicine..."

Huang Dashan pondered it for a while, and felt that the drug resistance accumulated by 30 kilograms of high liquor per day with warm liquor was not a big problem.

"Dangling, Dangling~"

Huang Dashan lay on his back, with one foot sticking out the window, and a drag child between his thumb, shaking while singing.

I was shaking happily when I saw a green wind blowing to Wen Zhongjiu's side.

Wei Qingyu looked around,

"My dad didn't follow you, right?"

The warm wine smiles as graceful and bright as a bright moon,

"I'm all about it, your dad hasn't come here for some days."

Wei Qingyu patted her chest,

"That's good, that's good, it's all you, must come out, if my dad finds out that he will really kill you."

"He can't catch up with me, don't worry."

"Hmm~"

Huang Dashan stared at Wei Qingyu's eldest sister Xiaoniai with a dumbfounded look. He couldn't speak, just an instinctive badness came to his mind.

Wei Qingyu whispered,

"I only have three hours at most, and I'll be discovered by my father if I don't go home."

Warmly drunk and smiled, holding Wei Qingyu's shoulders,

"Then let's go in quickly, Lin Chou must have secretly made something delicious again, it's delicious!"