Doomsday Pavilion

As far as the inheritance of Chinese food, the word soup, most of them pay attention to the essence of the soup, and discard the ingredients that have been in the soup.

His Farewell My Concubine is also made according to the soup method and is not suitable for eating meat.

Lin Chou's original plan was to use dog meat as the main soup supplement. Wouldn't it be beautiful to have a meal of dog meat with juice and then drink the fresh soup of Farewell My Concubine?

However, a group of jackals, tigers and leopards didn't wait for the dog meat to cool down, and even gave the broth with the meat.

Recently, in less than two days, there have been two incidents of this kind, one was the Soaring Dragon, and the other was now, which made Lin Chou very annoyed.

It's not that he is biased, but that Lin can't bear these guys chewing peony and ruining his carefully crafted good things. The meat can be divided for you. Don't even think about this soup!

Therefore, Farewell My Concubine, the hunters are destined to miss her.

A group of hunters look at me and I look at you, knowing that there is no blessing, but no one is willing to blink.

An old soft-shelled turtle, two old hens in front and back, can't make a big bowl of soup.

Except for Lin Chou, he left a little Gu to taste, and put it all in front of Cold Tyrannosaurus.

The color of the soup is very clear, there is no trace of variegated color, no trace of grease, even if you just look at it with your eyes, you can feel the light and moisturizing soup.

It is this kind of clear soup that can test a chef's mastery of the ingredients. Lin Chou is very much looking forward to Leng Han's evaluation of Farewell My Concubine.

Leng Han just sipped the soup in the covetous eyes of everyone.

One bite,

Another bite,

Although her face was expressionless and frosty, the vacant wandering in her eyes had completely exposed her inner feelings.

After a full hour, the saliva of the hunters was almost drained, and Leng Han finally finished drinking the soup and let out a sigh of loss.

A group of hunters followed and sighed. If your old man drinks like this again, he will have to torment us crazy.

Leng Han’s cold voice gave an evaluation,

"Well, if I had more ham, it would be fine."

Right now,

At this moment,

Lin Chou wanted to kill.

...

Ma Chaoqun was very unwilling to chatter.

"This soup seems to be better than the dog meat soup we drank... However, the dog meat is really fragrant, and daddy feels like he can eat a whole two."

Ren Baoqiang rolled his eyes.

"The boss and you, can it be the same treatment, young man, do you think too much?"

Ma Chaoqun was convinced, and shook his head quickly.

"That's not right... I just haven't eaten enough, I really don't mean anything else!"

Not only the horses are not full, but none of the hunters are full.

How much can one six-claw have? It's not about a hundred catties of pure meat when it's full, and dozens of big stomach kings can share it together. Can it?

The physique of the evolutionary is special. It not only needs a variety of ordinary nutrients, but also needs the original energy in the monster plant to supply the body's normal consumption, which is equivalent to two sets of different digestive systems.

After the cataclysm, even ordinary ingredients and food contained a certain amount of origin, but it was very small.It's not that the evolvers can't mainly eat ordinary food, they can eat ordinary food—but only if they don't use the power of their origin.

Once the origin is used and when the origin is consumed to a certain limit, the evolutionary's body instinct will toss and torture the evolutionary's stomach and brain crazily, prompting them to replenish the original energy.

This is far more terrifying than pure hunger, and there is no way to resist it.

Mingguang people have a saying, there are no evolved people who starve to death, only those who are scared to death by starvation.

From this point of view, the evolutionary is actually very fragile.

If Mingguang’s intelligent enemy captures the evolutionary, neither severe torture nor spiritual destruction is required.

As long as the evolutionary is tied up and locked in a room that is strong enough to not let him stop himself, he will be so hungry for a period of time to ensure that he is obedient and compliant.

Don't say anything about Mingguang's secrets. It was the color of the PC that the nurse wore on the day that the evolutionary was born twenty-eight years ago.

A group of hunters sighed and sighed. They were all rushing to the big work at night. How could they walk on an empty stomach like this? If there is a big incident in a while, will they be able to use their swords and guns?

Ma Chaoqun regrets it now. Daddy believes in your evil and has to come here to eat some tall stuff. Now he is better and more hungry.

He grieved Bara's low voice,

"Although the mashed potatoes in the morning were a bit unpalatable, they were also served with Tier 2 anaconda meat. I knew I would eat more."

Ren Baoqiang scolded,

"The damn thing can only be my grandpa's spicy chicken mashed potatoes, you dare to mention it again, billowing, daddy doesn't know your mountain cannon."

Ma Chaoqun said,

"Didn't I eat dog meat? I feel hungry... I'm guarding the restaurant and not serving food. What is this?"

"That's it."

As soon as Ma Chaoqun said, everyone began to clamor.

Lin Chou clicked his upper eyelid and lowered his eyelid. He simply ignored this. This handsome man is in a bad mood. You have the ability to bite me?

Master Shan glanced at Leng Han surreptitiously, and pulled Lin Chou aside.

"Brother Lin, our brothers are going to gather to do a big vote at night, and then get us something to fill our stomachs, isn't it?"

Lin Chou would refuse to speak.

Huang Dashan smiled and quickly said,

"Brother Lin, where our brothers go, there is definitely something you want, bracken, third-order intermediate alienation magic plant, slightly poisonous, are you interested in this thing?"

Pteridium is a relatively low-level type of fern plant group. It is mostly tall woody plants. It is the oldest terrestrial plant. Mass extinction began at the end of the Permian, and by modern times, it was mostly herbaceous.

As a cook, what an honor is it to be able to cook such ancient ingredients that can be called living fossils?

Lin Chou was dubious,

"really have?"

It was not Lin Chou's suspicion, but all the restaurants in the base city, including the peak period of Jiuzhan Palace, did not have a dish of fern. Almost everyone thought that this thing was extinct long ago.

Huang Dashan yelled loudly with his eyes crossed.

"Can I lie to you?!"

"Just kidding, I, Huang Dashan, the whole Mingguang base city is famous for being an honest and reliable man! It's hard to find a handsome man in the city. How many girls are insomnia and dreams about me, do you doubt me? How dare you doubt me?"

"Got it!"

Lin Chou was convinced by this master, but he still wanted to show his face.

"Only stew, business hours will be over soon, this handsome should take a good rest."

Uncle Huang looked at Lin Chou's half-broken clothes and the bruises on his face, elegantly revealing twelve large white teeth, and smiled meaningfully.

"Yes, yes, it's time to take a good rest, take a good rest, well, remember to make up for the whole time, pig kidneys, sheep kidneys, beef kidneys, tiger bones and tiger whips. Young people have strong firepower, but don't wait until you are old and weak... ..."

"roll!!"

Lin Chou asked as he stewed the Black Mountain wild pork in a big pot for everyone.

"Where to go this time and what to do?"

Huang Dashan scratched his head, but Lin Chou never asked about these things about their hunters. Today, is it because the cold tyrannosaurus tossed his brain out?

Well....

However, I came back in the morning, it was terrible, hehe, for three days, tut, it's kind of interesting.

"Ah, isn't the inside of the Zu Mountain being blown to white ground? Someone found an iron wire black python that is suspected to be about to be advanced in that area, near the depths of the Zu Mountain. Let's go and see if you can What's the benefit to get back."

Iron wire black python?

Lin Chou vaguely remembered when Wen Zhongjiu came to drink for the first time, that the iron thread black python is a fourth-order high-level strange snake, and most of them will maintain the same size and position from birth to death.

However, once the iron thread black python is successfully advanced, it will be an unmatched existence within the fifth stage, with a body with claws, a long head, and a black thread turning into a gold thread. It is a real species that makes a big leap and is called a gold thread flood.

Jiao has been a ferocious beast in myths and legends since ancient times.

The hunters gave the fifth-order iron wire black python the name Jiao, which shows the terrifying degree of its strength.

Lin Chou frowned, "It's dangerous."

Huang Dashan feels extremely relieved, this kid, it's worthwhile that Grandpa Dashan loves you so much, wow hahaha.

"Hey, the iron line black python is successfully advanced, so naturally our brothers can run as far as possible, how fast and fast, what we are waiting for is the failure of this product. The iron line black python fails to advance. Complete failure, the flesh becomes ashes, the other one, it is naturally a half-failed state, like a python, not a python, or a flood, and is in the middle of the two. Give it a period of time, and it may be able to escape the hunting of natural enemies. Wire Jiao, but it is extremely fragile in this state, so...maybe we can get a big deal."

Lin Chou gave a cry.

The iron thread black python is not very suitable for cooking, but it has a miraculous effect when used to make wine. Lin Chou can't make wine, so naturally he doesn't have much interest.

The two were talking, the meat was stewed, and a pot was brought up for everyone.

Huang Dashan eats and says,

"By the way, I heard that there are many rare birds and frogs in the places where the iron wire black pythons are found. After all, they feed on these things. If they are uneven, there will be snow..."

"Snow clams!!"

Lin Chou, who had always been calm and calm, exploded directly, and roared before Shan Ye.

"Fuck, take daddy, and daddy will go too!"

Snow clams, also known as wood frogs and Hash frogs, are among the four great mountain treasures along with bear paw, soaring dragon and hericium.

If you ask whether there is a frog in the world that can surpass the deliciousness of hassh frogs, the answer is yes, no!

This is related to the most important dish in Lin Chou's plan. Can Lin Chou be in a hurry?

Shan Ye brought more and more surprises.

Huang Dashan smiled bitterly,

"Ancestor! I beg you, don't, don't!"

Lin Mei was puzzled, "What?"

"I went this time. I don’t know how long it will take to come back. It will take at least one and a half months. A bunch of Tier 5 bosses in the base city and the white beards from the research institute are preparing to come to you these few days. Ju, if I take you away, when daddy comes back, he won’t be able to enter the city gate and his head will have to be screwed off to make a chamber pot, believe it or not?"

Lin Chou was chattering, if he was a fool, he could still go, but if it was half a month, there would be no show.

A lot of monthly daily tasks are waiting for him. If they can't be completed, GR's slumber system can take him alive.

Lin Chou looked at Huang Dashan with piercing eyes,"You must find snow clams, oh, and bracken!"

Uncle Huang scratched Liang Liang's scalp. What the hell is this feeling of being trusted?

"Ahem," Shen Feng said, "Hashima, I have actually seen one, only one, not as big as my little finger, but not in Zu Mountain, but in the south, where the living corpses are piled up. Strange little thing, if it weren't for the way someone had told me about it in the base city, I wouldn't have thought that it was a famous snow clam."

Lin Chou nodded slowly, taking a note in his heart.

"If you find enough snow clams, this handsome, please have a good dish."

"..."

Uncle Huang was a little hesitant and speechless, in short, he was a little inexplicable panic.

Isn’t the good dish that Lin thinks is something like horsemeat noodles without salt?

Lin Chou certainly didn't know that his dish was criticized by Sikong for nothing, and the whole base city that he was propagating was almost well-known.

He has fallen into a deep and infinite YY, and what is shown on his face is a standard two foolish smile.

Shen Feng stabbed Master Shan and whispered quietly.

"Master Shan, I think that if you can't get the snow clams back, you may be in danger of being chased by the boss of Lin Dao on the bottom of the pot - provided that you can run faster than Brother Lin. Otherwise, if he goes down the pot, you will become ashes at the bottom of the pot...You know what happened the other day."

Uncle Huang immediately persuaded, annoyed.

"Fuck, daddy shouldn't talk about it."

"late!"

"Deserve it!"

...

As Leng Han left, it was already night.

The Naxiang red beans in the yard began to glow, and Xiao Qiu became active.

The wild beasts and wild beasts’ active sounds, foraging and hunting.

Going to the wilderness on the night after the autumn festival will undoubtedly increase the danger, not only to guard against the eager mother beast, but also the more dangerous and picky night hunter.

Before a group of people left, Lin Chou asked worriedly.

"Well, did anyone bring a pointer?"

The hunters were taken aback for a moment, turning their pockets almost at the same time, and a lot of pointers were placed in front of Lin Chou.

"Boss Lin, do you want to specify the needle? I have it."

"Boss Lin, use mine."

"Use mine, use mine, mine is the most expensive brand in base city."

"Mine is more precise!"

"..."

Lin Chou was speechless for a long time, waved his hand not to use it.

I still have some worries in my heart. After eating Erha’s meat, I hope you can find your way home with the pointer.

Especially Huang Dashan's unreliable goods, it doesn't matter if you lose it, but don't take away the snow clams ordered by this commander.

I heard that snow clams have very fragile vitality.

Uncle Huang, who was not afraid of the sky, shrank his neck and fled under certain Lin's ardent gaze.

The others secretly laughed, Bai Qiongshou and Shen Feng waved to Lin Chou,

"Don't worry, Brother Lin, if this bald can't find snow clams, our brothers promise to beat him into a toad."

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