Gourmet of Another World

“Your drunken ribs are ready, take your time. ”

The faint sound of the gait pulled back the thought of the elderly immersed in the buds, who looked at the gaze of the gaze, full of contemplation.

The old man stood up and looked at the bud with some reluctance, with the intention of struggle flowing in his eyes.

The attraction of Wuwen Enlightenment Tree such as Wuwen Enlightenment Tree to the Seven Pieces of War Saint is really too great. None of the battle Saints can escape the temptation of this spirit tree. After all, once the result of this spirit tree is Wuwen Enlightenment Tree, then Wuwen Enlightenment Tree can help the Seven Pieces of War Enlightenment to the opportunity to step into the Eight Pieces.

Even many eight-point gods are irresistible to the temptation to live in this Enlightenment fruit tree.

“Are you the step-owner of this shop?” The old man looked at the gait and asked.

He nodded when he looked at him with no expression on his face.

“Do you know what kind of tree you are?” The old man pointed to the tender buds in the earthy flower pot, and the look on his face was very serious.

This serious expression of the other party gave way to a shock in the mind.

“I don't know." The pedestrian shook his head, and he really didn't know what this seed was going to grow. Now that the old man knew, he asked.

“You don't know? Then why did you go to the Hundred Banquets to fight for this?” The old man's mouth pounded, and some angrily asked, had it not been for a foot in the foot, his two apprentices would have brought back that seed.

“Is this the kind of thing that grows?” The pedestrian questioning, looking at the old man, must have known the seed.

The old man sighed and looked at the pedestrian formula with pity, "Do you really think this kind of thing is good? Yeah, he's good for a lot of people, but for some... he's a terrible reminder. ”

A reminder?! So scary?! The heart of the gait jumped.

What kind of horrible poison does that make? Oh, no. That's a decent line.

“Do you know that Piff is innocent and guilty? Sitting around something you can't protect, no matter how precious it is, is what can be called a reminder.” The old man said to a serious pedestrian.

The gait blinked and there was no expression on his face.

After half a day, the old man meant that this seed will be very precious, it is difficult to protect him with the strength of the pedestrian, then it will be a disaster for the pedestrian...

But the answer is to give way to a long breath of relief.

If what sprouts like this is poison, then there is really no way to do it, only to throw it away, but... if you mean that the pedestrian is incapable of guarding, then the pedestrian is absolutely nosy.

The guardianship of the small store is common, if you can't even guard the small store... if you're just an old man of the Seven Pieces of War, you can't guard it.

The old man didn't say much, he just sat at the table, turned his target to food, looked at the drunken ribs in the plate, and suddenly had a big appetite.

Drunken steak cooked on foot, crisp orange, intensely fragrant and covered with intense fleshy aromas, makes one unbearable to swallow water and delight in it.

A drunken rib was clamped with bamboo chopsticks, biting gently, and the orange red juice spread through the mouth, while the tender flesh and flesh flashed instantly, completely intoxicating the elderly.

Delicious… hard to get!

The ghost cook was completely shocked this time, and even he could not have imagined that the young man's cooking skills could have reached such a standard.

But it's not really his biggest shock, a drunken rib belly, his eyes rolling more round than the first time... because this drunken rib is filled with terrible spiritual energy.

How can there be such intense spirituality in a dish? Does Boss Boo have a unique means of keeping the ingredients spiritual?

Eating several drunken ribs in a row, naturally not to mention the horrible amount of ribs hidden in each rib, which is stronger than the amount of dandruff they take.

A bowl of drunken ribs is 50 yuan crystal, and the old man suddenly feels it's worth something.

He loves customers who don't drag mud and water when the old man's 50 dollar crystals are hidden away and his eyes are on the old man.

“Mr. Bo, let's discuss something. How about you give me this bud? You should know that there is absolutely no way to guard against your mending.” The old man said.

The footsteps are a little silent, isn't he safe here... this old man is so funny.

“Don't give.” Cold pedestrian rejection.

The old man suddenly got angry. The Kid's Quarter One and Five Pint Warrior King, where did he come from to reject himself?

“My husband didn't lie to you. When you mature, you will definitely attract a lot of Seven Pieces of War Saints!” The old man is very serious in explaining to the pedestrian.

“Is the Seven Pints Holy Bull? I wouldn't blame them for throwing them out one by one if they dared to make a scene.” Step calmly said.

……

Today, Roll changed into a light purple flower dress, revealing her skinny figure, and she had a lunch box in her arms, filled with egg tarts that Roll wanted to give way to.

“Tart?” The ghost cook's eyes were still bright and he looked at the lunch box in the hand of the roll with a sense of anticipation.

The appearance of the roll also interrupted his and the pedestrian tangle, successfully diverting their attention.

There are not many people in the shop today. Fatty Kim and others have already eaten and left, and the location is left behind.

Curly intends to carefully remove the tart from her lunch box. Just after opening the lunch box, it emits a rich milk aroma with a strong aroma. Although it is not comparable to the tart made by foot, it is quite good if it is just a fragrance.

“Bo... Bo Boss, this is my own egg tart, please try it.” After putting the tart away, the roll took a step back and looked slightly respectfully at the gait.

I nodded on foot and looked over the tart in front of me. The tart was a pretty good color, much better than the first tart I had.

Picking up an egg tart, he took a quick bite, and the milk flashed, making him feel like the whole person was intoxicated by the wind blowing the grass down onto the grass of the cattle and sheep.

Curly winks her eyes, carefully stares at the pedestrian formula, wants to hear praise from the pedestrian mouth, then the stepper will really teach her how to make egg tarts.

Chewing in the cubic mouth, he nodded as he chewed and finally lifted his eye curtain and looked at the roll.

“How's it taste?” Curly asked excitedly.

Instead of answering immediately, the pedestrian looked at a slightly excited curl on his face and replied lightly: ”It did not achieve the desired effect in my heart. Go back and practice again, and try it again next time. ”

Emotions from the sky to the ground, just momentarily, will have them.

Rejected mercilessly by the pedestrian formula, the joy on Curly's face was frozen, and for a moment it became a little frustrated.

“Yes… sorry, I will definitely work hard, I will definitely think about it when I get back, next time I will definitely make egg tarts to the satisfaction of the concessionaire. ”

The pedestrian gait really appreciates the spleen of the roll, because the woman has a culinary obsession, and although she makes tarts that do not meet the standards of the pedestrian gait, she still perseveres in the research and production.

The roll came quickly, went fast, stubbornly hugged her lunch box and left the shop, went back to study egg tarts.

The other Guests in the store also left sporadically, leaving only the strange old man.

“Tart? That girl was supposed to make a good one, right? Why didn't she turn it off?” The ghost cook asked curiously.

The pedestrian frowned and glanced at the old man, fading away: “No reason needed, I don't think I have met my psychological expectations, that is not met. ”

The old man stunned for a moment and did not speak.

The old man looked at the beam on foot and turned towards the kitchen.

“Are you sure you don't want to give me that sprout?” The old man looked behind the gait and asked.

The pedestrian ignored him and walked straight into the kitchen and practiced making dishes.

He's tired of responding to the old man's words.

The old man sighed and felt some regret when he glanced at the budding branches and said: “You'll regret it later... I'll see what you do when you're surrounded by a horrible bunch of war saints! ”

The old man shook his head with his hands in his arms and left the shop, gradually disappearing into the alley.