Doomsday Pavilion

The morning light shines through the yellow clouds, sprinkling a warm yellow color, everything is particularly beautiful.

However, Yanhui Mountain is filled with a pungent smell that shouldn't belong to such a wonderful quiet morning.

The few evolutionists looked a bit panic, holding a big bowl of soup with steamed buns in their mouths, swearing and fleeing from the small hall at a terrifying speed like a fate:

"Huang Dashan, do I have a calendar..."

"Pervert, let's not let people have a good meal in the morning."

"Huh... let Lao Tzu catch his breath and scold again..."

"The consumer experience is extremely poor, and the taste of nataka red beans can't be covered, my God, the time to queue to buy a steamed bun almost killed myself..."

Facts have proved that the bullwhip and tiger whip are bayonet stabbed with a strong hormone of sparks (emmmm, okay, Shan Ye insists on using these three words to describe this taste, rather than using'sao' which is quite insulting. Sexual words) Breath is definitely not something normal people can bear—

Especially now that the time is pointing to the early morning, this smell is even more anti-human!

Lin Chou, who was staying in the house, was also a little bit clouded with tears.

His expression was extraordinarily blunt, and he kept muttering.

"It's a bit overwhelming..."

The female ghost sister is even more miserable.

This kind of yang stuff is infinitely equivalent to poison to her, and the steam is no different from letting her stand under the scorching sun.

The female ghost sister is uncomfortable, and the mount Wu Ke is naturally worse. I feel the same, and my heart is almost bursting...

Miss Sister can't leave him for the time being, she needs to supplement her popularity from Wu Ke as a ration.

emmmm...

What a lovely female ghost lady, it is the warlock who has been in Mingguang for hundreds of years and has never seen a few wild ghosts other than himself, which is of great research value.

"Tsk tut..."

The Uncle Warlock looked at the female ghost sister with a look as if he was looking at the exquisite antiques, and walked around her.

"Where did it come from?"

The female ghost sister pointed to the ground,

"under..."

The warlock took out his notebook,

"Sure enough, as I thought, this fragile little cutie can't dominate his memories with his free will at all. Poor, do you know what he is called?"

The female ghost sister thought for a while and nodded.

"Dai."

"Good name," the warlock scribbled in his notebook. "Your parents gave you this one?"

Dai shook her head.

"I don't remember, I woke up, only after that, I thought about... the name."

She pointed to her long dark hair, with a proud emotion on her face, struggling to make her words as coherent as possible.

"My hair is very long and straight. My friend said that the green silk is like a waterfall, so beautiful, so my name is Dai."

"Is it a name based on your own characteristics, wait... Do you have a companion? Who is he? Where is he?" The warlock was instantly excited.

Dai thought for a while, said,

"Next... she's called Bao."

"package?"

"Yes... when she woke up, she was holding a Hermes bag... but it's pretty..." The female ghost lady, Dai, played with the small mahogany box with chopsticks in her hand, and couldn't help sighing. "I only have this."

"I lost my wallet," said the warlock. "It's very painful. Really, your friend is quite enviable."

Shan Ye, with a few ash on the bottom of the pot on his face, said that he couldn't understand it at all, and began to dislike it with a thick voice that was put on a wok.

"God is very envious, are you talking about one point?"

Lin Chou's face is full of capitals ‘⺌▃ㄚòひ⒏懂ぺ’, and his expression is super lonely and indifferent.

"People are dead, but the money is still there."

Shan Ye: "..."

Perhaps this is the generation gap, I don't understand why these three totally unconnected guys can have such a weird emotional resonance.

"whispering sound!"

Shan Ye simply ignored these guys, picked up a big old bowl, with a face contented to scoop out sections of pillars from it, and kept stuffing them into his mouth.

"Wonderful! Give some salt!"

The warlock pinched his nose and passed the salt shaker.

"Today is considered a long experience."

Shan Ye let out a **** ho **** laugh,

"Where to go, let's find out about the lamb kidney stewed with leeks, the taste is thirsty, first pick up the leeks and then drink the soup, just like eating noodles."

"Oh... and drinking soup..."

Wu Ke lay on the ground silently,

"Master Shan, drink more soup... this thing reminds me of a famous dish before the cataclysm. The two have the same effect."

Lin Chou and the warlock turned their faces to look at him, looking curiously.

"Large intestine sashimi~" Wu Ke spread out his hand, "hehe."

Shan Ye's eyes are very caring.

Wu Ke changed his words immediately,

"Ah, it's actually returning the yuan egg, Lord Shan, drink more soup, the soup will make up."

"So what's the matter?" Huang Dashan took a sip of the soup and sighed, "It sounds weird."

Lin Chou raised his head and looked at the beams of the room.

"It's like boiled eggs in boy urine. In ancient times, human urine was called reincarnation wine and yuan soup."

Shan Ye listened to Wu Ke’s friendly barking of teeth, his white teeth gleaming with the cold light of bullwhip and tiger whip.

"Wonderful!"

Wu Ke instantly shook into a quail.

Obviously scared to death, but just can't help but vomit the desire, the cheap one is just like the borrowed one.

Wu Ke heard that there used to be a professional named Keyboard Man before the cataclysm. It was very high-end. He could hide behind the computer screen and splash ink, so that people could crawl over the network cable and smoke him.

Shan Ye smiled,

"I know what you are thinking, and there is another profession called cyber police."

Wu Ke's expression was like seeing Huang Dashan eating shit.

To be very fair, it seems that almost everyone in this room thinks that the things in Huang Dashan's bowl are indeed shit.

—— Excluding Lin Chou, he is not generous enough to admit that what he makes with his own hands is shit, the most, which is equivalent to roasted durian with topped clear stewed herring cans.

Not only that, but Lin Chou even wanted to watch Huang Dashan eat the lamb kidney stewed with leek that he praised so much last time: Eat a ton.

Lin Chou silently covered his face, trying to hypnotize himself,

"The customer is God, the customer is everything..."

He has a feeble way,

"Eat and eat, **** sister, take out that big iron pot from the kitchen."

Huang Dashan's sweet and sweet things are really not something ordinary people can enjoy, and even the fate of seeing and smelling it has not come.

Boss Lin never treats himself badly, and specifically stews the leftover leftovers in a big pot.

Large pieces of meat with bones rolled in the pot away from the fire, greasy and steaming.

Lin Chou said while sharing the knife,

"It was stewed with medicinal materials from Zushan, without adding a drop of water, and it relied on the fat of the big cat itself-using a whole eight jars of fine rice wine."

Wu Ke opened his mouth.

"Brother Chou, the best rice wine you mentioned, is it the one with 270 points of circulation..."

Lin Chou's smug smile suddenly stiffened.

Shan Ye: "?"

Warlock: "What's wrong?"

Wu Ke said quietly,

"A jar of cooking wine costs one hundred and nine..."