Doomsday Pavilion

Brother Maza was originally fascinated by the second one, but when he heard the words "Old-fashioned Huadiao", he suddenly became energetic.

"Huahuahuahuadiao? Is this gold elbow stewed with Huadiao??"

Brother Maza is so distressed, is there any...

This is Mingguang!

This is an infinite cataclysmic era that is approximately equal to the end of the world. Hey!

Damn you and I bring wine?

What the hell is talking about the old-fashioned flower carving?

Your conscience must have been gnawed by a dog, right~

Mingguang’s wine prices have always been at a daunting level. Take the Pythagorean Alley for example. The whole alley has the cost to drink two sips of weed and grass seeds. The only people who make bad wine are probably Uncle Hu and Sister Hu. .

But that's just bad wine. A small pot is almost three to four times the price of rice, not to mention Qingquanshan and his ilk.

Let’s talk about the self-brewed rice wine beer and the like. Although it does not belong to the Wen family, the factory is firmly held in the palm of the hand by several big families with surnames. Get the limited annual grain quota.

Well, for the time being, it can be regarded as a monopoly, a monopoly created for the sake of lower urban food prices.

And Huadiao...It's really not just any rice wine that can be called Huadiao...

In terms of the current market situation, only the archaeological examination of the stock huadiao before the cataclysm is hard enough, and the rest is that the lips of the donkey are not right.

The wine excavated by archaeology has another name, and that thing is also called an antique.

The second freshest raw materials are wild goose mushrooms grown in chestnut forests and geoduck which is more than a palm long. In addition, there are stories and stories. Yimingguang’s market price for a bowl is only 5 circulation points. !

And a pot of Huadiao wine handed down before the cataclysm... uh...

It doesn't matter if we don't mention it, is it really bad to let people stop and be exhibited in a museum quietly?

Brother Maza looked at the golden red elbows in the big tureen with a distorted expression, and muttered.

"What kind of sugar-skinned elbow, I think it should be called golden-skinned elbow..."

The second woman shook her head and said,

"It's not something people like me should enjoy. As long as I think that it is stewed with a flower carving, my heart hurts..."

Lin Sorrows his hands,

"I don't take your money!"

"Excessive luxury can make people degenerate, do you want to corrupt me with drunken papers?"

This girl looked pretty normal and shy before, but now...tsk...but she's really good enough...you're already on fire, girl?

"Then why do you eat so happily?"

"What you just said, don't take my money..."

Lin Chou shrugged and opened all the remaining bowls.

"Abalone and old duck stewed kelp, ham and wild vegetables porridge, oh, and this, I will mainly sell it today, dried bamboo shoots and fish head soup."

With a look of disgust, Lin Chou pushed the big bowl containing the old abalone duck to the opposite side.

"Taste them all."

Brother Maza was let go now, and the chopsticks danced into an afterimage.

"The abalone and old duck stewed kelp. This is my mother's dish. It tastes delicious no matter how it is stewed."

"Wild vegetable porridge? Oh, made from dandelion..."

"Why is this dried bamboo shoot fish head soup like this?"

The second sister held the soup bowl with a little golden sand on the corners of her lips, and licked calmly.

"Crab yellow?"

The chopsticks flipped in the big tureen, and he saw half a crab that was boiling red.

Lin Chou was holding a bowl of green wild vegetable porridge slowly sucking, and suddenly he patted his forehead.

"Good fellow, I forgot to bring the carrot side dish. It seems that I will have to greet Bao Er to bring it here."

Then he said casually,

"Miscellaneous crabs, hairy crabs, red crabs, and flower covers. Anyway, I can use whatever I have in the back mountain stream, which is convenient and affordable."

In the big tureen is a pot of golden soup. The fish head is super large and fleshy, and the cortex is plump and plump, giving people an explosive full vision. A fish head is connected to a half-slap-length fish body, and the fish meat is delicate and white and tender, and it is covered with golden soup. After that, it looked particularly gorgeous.

The dried bamboo shoots in the soup have returned to a new tender yellow-green, but the thickness of the little finger is like a pen.

The crab is cut in half and then fried in powder, sealed and fried until half-cooked. In addition to making the soup a golden color that shines like quicksand, it is delicious.

Brother Maza gave a thumbs up,

"Absolutely!"

Lin Chou smiled.

"If it's my father's temper, I have to add some white fungus or fungus in it, hey, but I won't, that thing is not to my appetite."

Cooks are all honey-confident creatures. They usually firmly believe in their intuition about the combination of food and ingredients. This intuition usually causes them to not even listen to the opinions of their fathers.

——Except when the relatives have spoons, pans, and rolling pins in their hands.

The second woman's eyes turned very cleverly, "Pucai, why don't you try Pucai?"

"Smart!" Lin Chou said, "but that thing is too difficult to peel. A two-meter-long pucai has a finger-sized vegetable core. How much do I have to peel to use it?"

The second girl pouted and said,

"Hey, think about everything for the good. You haven't opened yet, maybe you can't sell even one copy?"

Lin Chou let out a cry.

Then I heard someone stepping on the rostrum, and the movement was not small.

A family of three, handsome males and beautiful females, there is only a fourteen-five-year-old big-eyed bolingboling three years of blood earning a little girl movie.

"Excuse me... can you sit down..." The hostess looked at Su Yourong and Big Breast Sister who were eating happily, and asked nervously, for fear of disturbing them.

Big breasted sister holding a big bowl and muttered,

"sit!"

The man shivered first, then sat down happily.

"We'll just sit here and wait...you eat first...you first..."

Turning around, he whispered to his wife and daughter,

"See you, it's really them, it's really true, I saw it all a long way, I won't admit it, hehehe..."

The second concubine in the audience stared in surprise. Did this family come to eat or be angry?

Lin Chou dashed up to the stage, then turned around and said to the second woman.

"The bottom is too crowded, so come up too. The air above is actually very good."

Having said this, he picked up his notebook and concentrated on ordering dishes for the family of three.

Brother Maza didn't eat any more dishes,

"What are you doing..."

"Second girl, let me tell you, ah, you're gone, so lucky..."

"Move things and move things, don't be stunned by the brothers who are waiting at the back, and help the second girl move things to the podium!"

A group of people rushed to answer,

"Go!"

Brother Maza took the lead, relied on the body of a low-level evolutionary to carry one of the cast iron cauldrons and jumped onto the rostrum with a big smile on his face.

"Second girl, where do you think this pot is better?"

The second woman opened her mouth,

"Uh...whatever...whatever..."

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