Doomsday Pavilion Chapter 833

Wait, this nian gao...Bah...sai nian gao...Bah...this pepper sprouts baked with purple cloud snails* (emphasis on the point), why does this boss always have an ominous rush?

Was pitted?

Lin Chou glanced up and down casually with an angry stomach,

"Emmmm, nothing wrong, it's all in a gain state."

Fuck the system that nourishes the intelligence all the year round, I'm afraid that it will be directly ignorant for a certain host adult.

It was the first time that Lin was totally unmotivated to see what special effects his cooking produced.

——Because the dog beep system has already made all the menus.

The words "sai nian gao" on the brand are so dazzling even if they are black.

It feels ashamed to hang it on the roof like this. Hey, Ziyun snail doesn't want face... Isn't the boss not so bad either? !

At this time, Young Master Sikong in fluttering clothes stepped in from the door, with a shiny scabbard across his waist.

The classic white robe covers the body, so the long body is a little thinner, the skin is as white as jade, the eyes are deep, the delicate face is a little sick but not at all pretentious-who makes the parents handsome enough? .

Before the cataclysm, she had to go to the anorectal department at least three times a day for her appearance alone, and she didn't run properly.

With a "pop" in Master Sikong's hand, a picture of snow-capped plum blossoms was revealed on the fan, and the character "Tang" of dragons and snakes was carried away with a pen on the far left.

Sikong glanced around and said disappointedly.

"Damn, why are there no outsiders?"

Then he stomped softly on the chair as if he had pulled away the bones, yelling,

"If you don't leave, you won't leave. I won't leave today. It was too hard to come here. There was no way. Once the beast tide passed the ground, the ground was full of pits. "

Lin Sorrow said,

"Huh? Not busy?"

Sikong said,

"What am I busy? When am I busy? Are there any new dishes, can I eat?"

If you don't come to this small restaurant one day, Master Sikong feels that something is missing.

Ordinarily, the chef at home is obviously no worse than this black-hearted evil handicraft, but he just can't eat it.

"Of course... can't eat."

"by!"

Sikong cursed, looking at the reborn warlock and the skeleton opposite him.

"Master Warlock, oh, this is a job transfer? Necromancer or Necromancer?"

The warlock and the skeleton turned their heads together,

"This is my mount, isn't it handsome?"

Sikong's mouth twitched, probably cursing his mother in his heart.

Gu left and right, he said,

"Oh, the taste of snails? A good thing! The French baked snails made by my chef are really authentic~"

The warlock was boring, but Lin Chou was overjoyed.

"Hey, let me go, and finally there are people whose eyes are not blind. There is an old saying that people who know food are Junjie!"

Sikong waved his hand,

"Stop talking nonsense, let's take a elbow first, half crocodile dragon, is there any more soup... you know!"

A shiny golden card was thrown out, and Lin Chou immediately put all the unhappiness behind him, and took out two large casseroles from the incubator.

"It's still hot, I prepared it when I was idle last time."

"Reliable!"

Sikong smiled, quite satisfied,

"This attitude is needed~"

Lin Chou took the gold card and ran to the counter and sat down.

(Bah, it's not all on the face of this card.)

The warlock over there didn't know what “organ” was used to simulate the sound of inhalation from the nose,

"Hi...It smells so good...I seem to smell a dragon and a tiger!!"

Sikong's eyes twitched, and he cursed in his heart.

"That dog said, dog nose!"

The face doesn't change,

"What a dragon and tiger fight, this is the Shiquan Da tonic soup specially booked by this son to invigorate the kidney and yang to cure tuberculosis. If you want to drink it, come over and serve yourself a bowl, and find any excuses."

The sorcerer scratched his head and said in doubt,

"Uh... it smells wrong? Go back to adjust the resolution of the olfactory prosthesis at night, **** it, I said it feels weird these past two days!"

Lin Chou was stunned by the conversation between the two of them. Damn, can you do this?

Then the small hall suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of the warlock's eating, such as "wow, emmmmm, ah," and the crisp collision of Sikong's soup spoon and casserole were left.

Rolled his eyes,

"I said, if you eat slowly, no one will rob you. Look at the person Sikongxing. When you look at this food, you know that his ancestors were all aristocrats for eight generations."

The warlock put a chopsticks dish into his mouth, staring blankly at the skeleton monsters on the opposite side, chewing at the same time.

"You children from wealthy people have a very negative attitude toward food. You eat a little bit of everything, a little bit of everything. You never really felt hunger in your childhood. The kind of person who can't wait to break down the soul into protein to fill your stomach. despair."

Sikong blinked his eyes, unclearly.

Big breasted sister suddenly sighed, obviously empathizing, after all, the living condition in the sinkhole was not good.

Su Yourong pouted and almost cried.

"Yeah, once my brother and I were angry and didn't eat for a full day. It was so uncomfortable!"

The kid didn't say the words "Why not eat minced meat" on the spot, and it is considered to be very successful in the background of the catastrophe era.

Lin Chou sneered, saying as if someone had never been hungry, but it's not right for you to use your ethnic talent to say something.

"Don't listen to him nonsense, he is born with hunger and bad luck. It doesn't matter how much he eats, and the structure is different. How to compare-he told me this before."

Warlock quiet way,

"Lin, you are Hong Guoguo's racial discrimination, do you know?"

"Seriously, I am actually praising your talent."

Lin Chou asked Sikong,

"How is the base city? Is it over."

Sikong said,

"Morning, I just cleaned up the alien beasts outside the city. The edible beasts are dragged away and distributed according to needs. The materials that can be used are almost tossed. Now the entire base city is a huge slaughterhouse, all over the floor. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? It's all rotten meat in the water, and the taste is simply...the burial work will be carried out in two days, and every ten and a half months will not be finished."

"How about Uptown?"

"What can be done, just build it if it is ruined, don't need money, and the crowds wanting to take on these big projects are going. Those who want to take advantage of the opportunity and want to stabilize their position are about to break their heads. What are the dead people in Shangcheng District? It's not like wheat crop after crop. Those big families dug fortifications early, and the rat holes are tightly hidden. The dead are only slumped. They don't care, they are all in the face. The clothes are pitiful, for others to see... To say that the real unlucky thing is Xiacheng District, Liu Renjun and the blood corpse killed many people, and the headaches are now terrible... What's more, the farming and pastoral areas have also been killed. It's almost destroyed. During this period of time, ordinary people are afraid it will be very difficult. They can only rely on the Tier 0 and Tier 1 monsters that are gathered up by the beast tide. The beast tide is all of the same order high. In fact, what they can eat is not very good. Many, the Jiang family is preparing to release all the reserve grains and dried meat at a reasonable price, but it is still very likely to cause famine-don't talk about the news that the farming and pastoral areas will be out of production. It's not safe. If this matter is stabbed out, there may be some moths."

Lin Chou had never thought that the animal tide brought tens of thousands of tons of meat, but the people in Xiacheng might still go hungry?

"Wait! Wrong!"

Lin Mei was puzzled,

"Then how I came here before..."

Sikong rolled his eyes at him,

"Dead Fat House is really carefree, no wonder there is such a thing as Fat House Happy Water."

While speaking, six people came in outside, four men and two women.

Lin Shou is happy,

"Yes, is there a business coming?"

How many days have passed since it finally opened, and the God of Fortune's visit can bring good luck.

Lin Chou looked at Sikong's eyes more friendly.

"Don't say anything, You Rong? You Rong! One person is waiting for a cup of cold water! Sagong's cup is replaced with a basin!

The forehead of the person who had just entered was suddenly covered with black lines.

The two women whispered,

"Sure enough, it's the same as what they said, this boss Lin's land must be paid first for rooting the grass..."

"Shhh! Don't talk nonsense!"

The lead middle-aged evolutionary put a dark purple card on the table,

"I have seen Boss Lin. I have been admiring his name for a long time. It's troublesome. We know your rules here.

Lin Chou's mouth was almost grinning behind his ears, and he seemed to say boldly,

"Anywhere, you don't look like you are eating Bawang's meal, so what, the menu is on the top, and the effects are written."

The middle-aged evolutionary glanced,

"Then first have a dog meat pot, this, that, and the sashimi. Hey, let's not tell you, I'll be good for this in my life. Listen to them, Mr. Lin, your dog meat here is all three-tier four. A big guy of this level? Think about it, I can actually eat this level of fairy meat. Hey, Sansheng is fortunate..."

Then he whispered,

"Just after this meal... I don't know if I can eat this kind of good food in the future..."

"Thank you, uh, what are you talking about?"

"Ha, nothing, just talking to myself."

The five people who came in with the middle-aged man ordered several dishes each. They were grimaceous and gnashing their teeth to pick the expensive ones. Seeing that the posture was quite willing to dare to pull the emperor off the horse.

——What's the matter, it's too much to go bankrupt?

Lin Chou blushed directly. After all, doing business is very tricky. What if these guys starve to death outside after eating this meal?

"Well, a total of sixteen dishes, 3.96 million, what, in fact, it seems that you can't finish it..."

Groundbreaking persuasion,

"Or, two less?"

Five of the six people took a breath,

"Fogweed...Sure enough, the legend is true..."

"Four million for a meal, I am really broke."

"Then what, should I fast and take a shower to show respect?"

The leading middle-aged man glanced at the warlock's table and smiled.

"It's finished, eh...what is that, it smells pretty good, let's have a portion too-I also heard that boss Lin's wine here is quite good, and each person has a bottle of colorful snake bar."

Happiness comes so suddenly!

Lin Chou happily went to the kitchen to prepare dishes, and Si Kong followed in.

"Hey, I said Linzi, these six guys don't look right."

"what?"

"Do you know the Last Supper... Why do I always feel that they might tie twenty or so big red pipes to their bodies at any time after they finish eating, slogans like'for the price bureau', rushing towards you and then booming? Let's go to heaven with you and the whole family?!"

Lin Chou was speechless,

"I said that the surname is Si, can you expect someone to be better?"

"Nonsense...Look at the expressions of those people, it is obvious that the posture is to eat this meal as a decapitated meal, do you also take this business?!"

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Perhaps you just saved enough money?"

Sagong Le,

"Hey, do you want to discuss morals with me? Feelings, you also know what the price is for your ruined land... You said so, who dares to come to you if you are not in a hurry and faceless? Things, other people's homes are asking for money for food, here you directly ask for the coffin."

Lin Chou scolded,

"Damn, you get what you pay for, don't you know! Who came to eat here, who is clamoring expensive?"

"Everyone."

"Would you like evidence? Potted plants should have interview videos that were not edited in the movie."

This is so embarrassing.

Lin Sorrow said quietly,

"Friend, you really don't know how to chat."

"What's the matter, are you ready to charge if you don't talk about it?"

The warlock shouted outside,

"Don't forget my crock pot chicken..."

Don't worry about other people's gold, your own crock-pot chicken is comfortable to eat, and the Warlock's life attitude is quite simple and clear-the big deal will happen again!

Lin Chou responded,

"I know, I can't forget."

In about two hours, all the dishes are ready.

The six evolutionaries drank wine and ate dishes, especially full of praise for dog meat pot and Ziyun snail.

"Heh... I'm ashamed to dare to call a fairy meat thing, a fragrant person can swallow his tongue!"

"Hmm..."

"This taste is absolutely amazing!"

A female evolutionary suddenly said,

"Boss, I heard that this dog meat seems to be a husky, isn't it a pet dog before the cataclysm? Do you think this cataclysm is a mistake? The ferocious wild dog hyena or something has no sense of existence. , There are almost no high-level ones. As a result, the whole group of huskies jumped to the third and fourth orders at once, which is really unfair!"

The middle-aged man was amused by the female evolutionary brain.

"There is no fairness or not. What do you say when the human beings who claimed to be their masters at the beginning of the cataclysm were almost extinct? Compared to the natural ranks of various alien beasts, the descendants of human evolvers still need acquired efforts. Isn't it more unfair?

The female evolutionary snorted, feeling that the boss did not answer her question directly.

"Boss, let's go this time... can we come back?"

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded, and was silent for a long while.

"Everything is arranged at home?"

"No..."

"Ok?"

The female evolutionary is full of depression,

"Dare to say!"

The middle-aged man said,

"Mingyue, if you are concerned, you will have more chances to survive."

Mingyue laughed suddenly,

"I see, our king of poisonous chicken soup, Jitang boss."

The middle-aged man was suddenly choked by the dog meat, and sighed.

"After I die, the stage name must be engraved on the tombstone, I'm serious."

Chapter end

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