The Strongest Sect of All Times

In Neptune's largest liquor store, King Chang laughed and sat in a high-specification cabin and began to chat with Simon Liu. Unknowingly, he thought they were old friends.

Not long.

Serve a plate of food.

Because it's a coastal pool, the dishes are mainly seafood.

Simon Liu closed his eyes and took a sigh of breath. He praised: "I've heard that the seafood feast in Neptune is superb. Now you can see the smell! ”

“Brother Liu is a gourmet?” King often laughed.

“A gourmet wouldn't dare.” Simon Liu is quite modest: “It's just a special mouthful on weekdays and enjoys tasting the world's delicacies. ”

A master can't starve without eating, but who doesn't want something delicious?

“Please.”

“Please.”

Set up for two and start enjoying the seafood feast.

The process of eating is not described, I'm afraid the noodles in your bowl suddenly don't smell good.

“Nice!”

“Nice!”

Simon Liu was eating and praising each other.

“Hey.”

Gun Chang smiled and put down the chopsticks, picked up the paper towel and wiped his mouth, his face appeared disappointed.

“Coming!”

The system said, "Great show! ”

Simon Liu was confused: "Monarch, why don't you eat it? Don't you like seafood? ”

“Hey.”

King Chang sighed first and then stood up pointing at the table full of seafood. He said outrageously: "Such a good food, but it is so unpleasant to cook, it is indeed a heavenly object! ”

“ …… ”

Simon Liu is a fool.

The seafood feast here is very good. How can it taste bad?

Even if it doesn't taste like him, there's no need to be angry. Has this guy's picking on food reached horror?

“Brother Liu. ”

“" You may think I'm nasty, "said King Chang." In fact, the chef in this tavern doesn't know how to cook at all, and the food is unpleasant and soulless! ”

“ …… ”

Simon Liu slightly smoked the corner of his mouth.

All he knew was that the food was delicious and unpleasant. He had never heard of it and had to have a soul.

“No more! ”

Jun often smiled and dumped his chopsticks. He sat down exhaled.

Simon Liu pressed his voice: “Monarch, a table of seafood feast must at least cost 10,000 Xuanshi stones, if you don't eat it, it will be wasted. ”

“Don't worry, Brother Liu. ”

“'I'll treat you to this meal,' said King Chang, laughing. 'It's a waste. ”

When I heard the word ’treat’, Simon Liu was really relieved and picked up the chopsticks and laughed: “Then I'll eat it. ”

“Bang!”

King Chang smiled and took out a bowl of fried rice from the space ring. "Brother Liu eats seafood, I eat what I prepare. ”

“What is this?”

Simon Liu looked surprised.

"- [sic]“ Chef Zongmen cooked fried rice. ”

“ …… ”

Simon Liu is a little dizzy.

Instead of eating a priceless seafood feast, we eat stir-fried rice like dry food. Is this guy sick?

“Brother Liu. ”

“Do you want one?" asked Jung-chang. ”

“No, no! ”

Simon Liu hastily said positively: “I'd better eat a seafood feast first so I can't waste it. ”

On the one hand, there are precious foods such as lobster, king crab, and on the other hand, there is fried rice. As long as the brain is not kicked by donkeys, everyone knows what to eat.

“All right then. ”

Gun Chang smiled and picked up the chopsticks and ate the stir-fried rice.

Simon Liu completely let go of his appetite and ate the food on the table with a big mouthful of mouth, but sometimes he leaves it behind and sees that he is happier to eat than he eats. He mutters in his heart: “Is this better than a seafood feast? ”

“Ah!”

Little by little, King often laughed against the back of the chair, snapped the grain of rice with his hands and stuffed it in his mouth, closed his eyes and delicately tasted it. ”This is the real food, this is the absolute soul! ”

“ …… ”

The corner of Simon Liu's mouth twitched.

A guy who eats fried rice at night without knowing how many times, he actually eats the soul level, his brain must be sick!

“Brother Liu, come on, have a drink! ”

“Come on!”

After drinking a glass of wine, Gun Chang smiled and continued to eat. His mouth was very moving and his appearance was very tactile.

Simon Liu was infected and the seafood on the table smelled bad!

“Brother Liu, why don't you eat? ”

“ …… ”

Simon Liu couldn't stand it anymore, weakly asked: "Monarch, is this fried rice really good? ”

“Of course.”

\ "No gorgeous rhetorical algae can describe it,\" said King Chang. ”

Seeing him exaggerate so much, Simon Liu became more curious and laughed: "Can I have a bowl? ”

“Hey.”

The system was helpless: “It's still set. ”

“Okay. ”

Jungchang laughed and took out a bowl of fried rice from the space ring and pushed it over.

Simon Liu lowered his head and took a closer look at the fried rice. He was disappointed because it was obviously a long time apart from each other in terms of color alone.

What are the food standards? Full of colours.

Stir-fried rice is still golden for overnight reasons, but is noticeably dim.

As for the flavor... Simon Liu sniffed it from the past and didn't smell it at all. At first, he concluded that this bowl of fried noodles served to fill his stomach at best and was not a good meal at all.

Why does the monarch eat so much?

If I guess correctly, this person's taste is severely missing!

“Brother Liu. ”

“'Eat while it's hot,' said King Chang. ”

This fried rice is so cold, eat your ass while it's hot!

Simon Liu, after all, was a cultivated man, and although he regretted it a little, he picked up the spoon.

That's right.

Eat fried rice, spoons have more soul than chopsticks!

As you can see from this little detail, Simon Liu is a gourmet.

Think again about the kind of bowl King often laughs at, holding chopsticks and pulling the fried rice hard into his mouth, no wonder... the food tastes good and the food is eye-catching!

A spoon, in the mouth.

Even though it has been determined that fried rice can only be used to fill the stomach, Simon Liu tastes it as fine as a gentleman because he understands the hard work of granules.

Chew, chew.

I chewed on Grandma's Bridge, and when I was younger...

In a small courtyard, the young girl stood in an apron at the kitchen door and shouted, "Brother Nam, the food is ready. ”

“Wait a minute! ”

“Humph, I knew it was stuffy! ”

Another while later, the girl shouted again: "Brother Nam, the food is cold! ”

“Wait a minute! ”

It was not until several times that the young man came out and took the chopsticks and simply took a few bites of the hot and cold meal before continuing to practice.

This lasted a long time, until a rainy evening, until the girl who cooked was angry enough to lie in her arms and smile: “I... remember to eat on time when I left...”

“Brush!”

Simon Liu suddenly returned from the past, looking down at the bowl of cold fried rice, the man's tears left from his cheek, because the cold fried rice reminded him of his beloved love, remembering that he did not cherish it.

The most regrettable thing in his life was that he was too obsessed with martial arts on weekdays and ignored the woman who cared for herself until she left and suddenly woke up, until she wanted to eat her cooked meal, which was no longer possible.

Get back to the point.

How's the fried rice?

It doesn't matter anymore, because whether it's good or not, it brings up Simon Liu's past, reminding him of the time when he was busy practicing the smell of rushing to eat.

“This man. ”

After a glance at the sarcophagus next to him, King Chang smiled and said, “There must be a sad story. ”

“Bullshit. ”

The system spits: “How can someone who doesn't have a story give you a chance to dig the foot of the wall? ”

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