Doomsday Pavilion

Wu Ke:???

Our Wu researchers are so stupid...

What is this called...

Cut the grass and root!

Do not stay!

Catch it all!

Hurry and kill!

Lin Sorrow, Lin Moumou, you are too much, you!

Wu Ke felt indignant while touching his belly as if he was pregnant in May.

Is it necessary? We are already such an aunt. We can't eat much at all. Is it really necessary?

And Kogun is obviously very satisfied with the pot...er...the pot and the taste of the food in the pot.

Everyone heard the blast of air above the eaves, and they had obviously finished eating and dancing--or even digestion.

The happiness of Master Billowing is the purest and most authentic. If you eat happily, Bengdi is over.

Of course, if someone Huang is on the scene now, he will definitely not be entangled with the question of one more spoonful of soup less than one spoonful of soup-there is a high probability that someone Huang will be extremely envious of the good teeth of the adult man-after all, he himself No matter how awesome it is, it is limited to licking the plate.

It's not worth mentioning when compared with the skill of Master Gungun eating dishes, it's too low.

Wu Ke looked at the egg dumplings and the clear soup in the bowl. The Basheng soup was white and the egg dumplings were golden. The bright colors and the warm steam gave people a warm feeling as if the soup was still boiling.

Of course, if Lin Chouken bothered to decorate it, such as using a little jade-white cattail, orange-red carrots, green onions and coriander, it should be more beautiful...

Boss Lin has never been willing to decorate and display plates. It seems that these have become his characteristics.

Hmm, but this point is quite popular among the evolvers. They agree that only the Xue family like Bafanglou is good at cooking like that. Good dishes just want to make them look like you can’t afford them. It is the taste of disease-free groaning and hypocritical, really not in line with the unbridled and unrestrained style of our evolution.

Wu Ke tangled up an "egg dumpling" carefully.

Okay, this shape is actually a siu mai...

The egg dumpling skin at the seal is like a circle of gentle streamers, beautiful and cute, and the full stomach is full of flavor.

But Wu Ke was entangled and entangled, and finally sipped a mouthful of soup in his mouth with a spoon...

Ok!

It is said that the soup is helpful for digestion. Let’s take a bite to digest and digest the contents of the stomach~

"Suck."

Wu Ke's first feeling was fresh, unquestionably delicious.

However, the taste of the mouthful is completely different from the deliciousness of the meat. It is light, clear, and sweet, as if there is a kind of cattail soup made by Lin Chou sometime.

If you don’t have to look at it at all, and if you close your eyes and imagine, what Wu Ke's mind must be a pot of milky white, thick, floating jade white cattail, stalk radish and cloud-like fluffy egg velvet. , In short, it will not produce this old soup made from a pot of eight kinds of fresh meat.

"It's so clear... No wonder I feel so good when I eat fish..."

Now the only adjective Wu Ke can utter is the word "Qing".

Light and clear, the wind is light and the clouds are calm and comfortable, a mouthful of soup is still in your mouth but it seems that people have been on vacation on the top of the cloud, and when you eat, it is full of moisturizing tenderness and warmth, like a one Bowl of ginger tea to quench thirst and cold.

"call..."

"If you were to choose, what would you serve with such a flavored soup?"

Su Yourong glanced at Wu Ke strangely, how could he always have these weird problems...

"Ah!"

Su Yourong swallowed an egg dumpling, and the pupils of his big moist and agile eyes were rapidly expanding.

"Of course it is egg dumplings, why do you want to go with something else?"

Oh oh...

Wu Ke hugged his belly withered.

why!

Why I couldn't help it before!

Okay, now it's the master, but I can't eat it at all!

All kinds of suffering cannot be detailed, it is pain that cannot be described.

"Ah..."

Su Yourong ate another egg dumpling, and a little gold suddenly appeared in the deep pupils, and the pupils seemed to develop toward the vertical pupil.

"Master, ah, my master is so good, I really want to pick up the master to be a 100-meter sprint..."

Wu Ke looked at her,

"Sprint to the kitchen and lock up the master so that he can work overtime 24 hours a day to cook?"

"The mud plays well!"

When Su Yourong lived at Su's house, once ate the rare fried fish liver noodles with fish and veal matsutake soup.

Well, a particularly complex Western-style color, the rarest raw material is a non-toxic matsutake-almost non-toxic.

That was the first and only time Su Yourong had eaten a combination of fish and mushrooms. Besides that, he had almost only eaten chicken cong and a few times with mushrooms.

This kind of three mushroom fish cloud egg dumpling refreshed the little girl's understanding of fish and mushrooms-what kind of delicious it should be.

The combination of Jicong, Maojian mushroom and Tricholoma mushrooms makes the mushrooms extremely complex and fresh to the next level. They are intertwined with each other as if they are ignited, and behind it is connected a huge equivalent boom, which is the scalpel.

As the protagonist, the chopped fish velvet spearfish naturally showed its due qualities, including infinite and almost impossible tolerance.

Generally speaking, there is always a play between ingredients and ingredients, divided into protagonists and supporting roles, passers-by, A, B, C, D and D. They complement each other, but they must not be independent. The one who pays attention to is a king and minister. If the taste of many ingredients cannot be integrated, then one The dishes can only be regarded as a hodgepodge of waste.

Like these three kinds of mushrooms and coilia, which are very, special, extremely prominent and completely different and delicious, Su Yourong thinks they get along too harmoniously...

It is almost like an old couple who has spent a few lives together, turning the warm and monotonous chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea into a color of romance and happiness.

The reconciliation of taste has never been the pathetic simplicity of what you put into what—according to the cognitive level of Su Yourongjie, an apprentice, it is probably a complex height that she will not understand and cannot reach for her entire life. This thing is seriously beyond the scope of her brain capacity, or does she feel that her brain is completely inappropriate for these things??

The poor little guy is obviously flexible with his hands and feet. However, after more than half a year, he will still cut the same dish of potato shreds to the thickness of the finger and the thin tip of the needle. The potato shreds are all placed horizontally and vertically. Leng is to give people a feeling that they are completely different ingredients and species, it is almost impossible to see the words "bad" on each potato shred...

Su Yourong suddenly had a bold idea,

"So, Master, if I say I want to learn this dish..."

Lin Chou:???

Su Yourong realized that besides seeing the words on the potato shreds, he could also see the words on the face of the master.

Because Lin Chou's face clearly wrote:

Go ahead and cut your shredded potatoes!