Doomsday Pavilion

I don't know when, Huang Dashan has an extra wine jar in his hand, and it will make a dull sound when it moves.

I saw him throw out a few large bowls and pour the reddish liquor from the wine jar.

"Tiger bone wine is absolutely authentic and awesome!"

In fact, ever since Shan Ye... well... in short, I fell in love with this kind of babbling stuff.

If it weren't for the persuasion of this group of normal people who weren't blinded by the waist, he even wanted to buy some more weird remedies for maintaining the waist from the potted plants several times.

No matter how poor you are, you can’t be poor, and no matter how hard you are, the waist is everything, and the waist is tomorrow.

Huang Dashan has a voice,

"Hey, I also want to protect the bright light like this when I play children together. Time is not waiting for me, there is no chance!"

"But I still have to admire it. Don’t say anything else. Except for making money to survive, Lord Shan, I’m absolutely unable to suffer from this suffering. ..."

Huang Dashan really has a true feeling of telling the truth.

The evolvers nodded imperceptibly. Even though they said that, if the person involved is replaced by Huang Dashan-does this beep have this awareness? ?

Zhao Erye smacked his mouth and didn't speak, he didn't know how to pick it up anymore, so he had to look at the wine in the bowl very carefully.

This wine, obviously inherited the roughness of Huang's Tiandali Split. The raw material of Huang's Tiger Bone Wine is Lin Chou's three-color snake wine. The wine is thick and mellow. When it is poured into a bowl, it appears slightly The red liquor is like a mass of solidified amber, with no bubbles and no waves.

Zhao Er's character is as commendable as his wine, and he belongs to the kind who dares to comment and slap it on.

After smelling it, Zhao Er’s eyes revealed the same flames that burst when briquettes burned violently.

"Sigh... damn good wine... fragrant..."

Leng Han's eyes turned to the side, and the dignified Zhao Erye was like a mouse who saw a cat. His neck was shortened by more than half in an instant, which was very funny.

Huang Dashan's sight went back and forth between Leng Han and Zhao Er twice.

"Hey..."

How do you say this?

If Zhao Ziyu is here, what Zhao Erye needs to worry about is that Ziyu Young Master informs Zhao Qingcang. After Erye returns home, Mr. Zhao will beat him severely for taking Ziyu bad.

As for Leng Han-Zhao Erye was probably worried that Leng Han would beat him up on the spot.

"Come and come, second master has a taste."

Zhao Er took the bowl and felt a certain gaze traverse the back of his head for a while, then disappeared.

"Call..."

Good luck and good fortune, if you escaped, you will be vain!

To be honest, the tiger bone wine of Huang Dashan is quite simple and rude. Zhao Er even saw a piece of finger-length broken bones at the bottom of the bowl, coupled with the reddish liquor, which is very reminiscent of murder. The second scene, the kind of throwing corpses in rivers and lakes.

Can't stand the smell of wine!

"Sucking~"

Zhao Er's face was full of joy from the heart.

"Very fierce! It's like a line of fire when you drink it, from the throat to the stomach, all that is left on the tip of the tongue is crispy sweetness, oh, it's very spicy, this stamina is not small."

Huang Dashan poured a few more bowls in the past, but the Mi Family sisters and the rest of the people didn't pick them up. They refused, and Shan Ye had to put the bowls on the table.

"Hey!" Huang Dashan took a sip of the wine and comfortably rubbed his waist. "It feels warm after a sip, isn't it?"

Zhao Er nodded again and again, looking at the few undesired wine bowls on the table and the big wine jar, he felt happier, just like a hard-working little bee wandering among the blooming flowers.

"Rice is not only wine, but also wine, authentic! I said Huang Dashan, why is your wine so red?"

Huang Dashan smiled mysteriously,

"Blood is the blood and bone marrow of tigers."

Zhao Er immediately raised his thumb,

"Absolutely! No wonder it smells like wild game!"

After a few bites were dried and put down the wine bowl, Zhao Er ordered two cigarettes and threw one to Huang Dashan.

"There is an old wine in Wen Zhongjiu. It is made from jade ice before the cataclysm. The fat is made from the belly fat of the blue-stranded wildebeest. The wine is yellow and red, just like the sunset in the movie. ——The last time I drank it was the year before. This guy was stingy when he mentioned wine, but the taste of the wine was almost nothing. He even gave the wine a pirated name:'Jinjiu', you This wine is better than his hiding for eight years."

Affirmed by Zhao Jiugui, Huang Dashan was overjoyed and complacent,

"I want to use flowers to present the Buddha. Tiger bones must be good. Tiger bones are the key point. The smell of wine from good bones is powerful enough."

"Let me tell you, I put thirteen carefully selected spices in this wine, and broke the bones. You know, the taste comes out fast enough, and I can’t eat hot tofu if I am impatient. Got a good drink, hehe..."

Zhao Erye's eyes are bright,

"Ah~ awesome~"

Su Yourong heard that Leng Han was coming, and finally was willing to run out.

He wrinkled his delicate eyebrows when he heard the smell of wine. Of course, the little guy heard Huang Dashan's words by the way.

Su Yourong's eyebrows are upside down, her small expression is almost the same as that of Wei Qingyu, she pointed at Huang Dashan and said sharply.

"Wow! No wonder the master has been yelling for losing a large package of thirteen incenses before, it's you, it's you!!"

Huang Dashan: (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

Zhao Erye was stunned for a while,

"Wait... the thirteen incense... the stew one?!"

Su Yourong's hands on hips are amazing.

"You're so embarrassed to brag! The stew is soaked in wine, it's amazing~"

Huang Dashan: (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

Su Yourong can be regarded as grabbing the handle of Huang Dashan to enrich his recent collection of nothing. He took out a large stack of good cast iron pans from the kitchen and lined up neatly.

"Wet tiger, wet tiger, guess which pot looks good?"

Huang Dashan: (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

Lin Chou pointed casually.

"Just this bite. I just used it to slow stew pork cheeks a few days ago. It will match your Dashan Uncle's face very well."

Su Yourong's happy eyes were narrowed, and his life was fragile.

"Okay~"

Did you see it?

The wet tiger is indeed the best wet tiger in the world!

I want to help my apprentice to enrich the collection all the time...

I want to hide the collection as a dowry!

The scene was quite awkward.

This is not good, we just drank someone's wine...

"Hey, it's not enough to have wine and no dishes. What do you think of the forest?" Zhao Erye tried to change the subject.

Lin Chou nodded.

"Stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots? Garlic pork head? Pot cow face?"

Huang Dashan: (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

who am I?

where am I?

Why did I panic suddenly?

Zhao Er coughed a few times.

"Last time I heard our old man say that the fried chicken with sour scallion head is quite wonderful. I have not eaten it before Lao Wen has it. I can't."

At any rate, Lin Chou was finally persuaded to leave, and Su Yourong kept glaring at this old man with enthusiasm.

Huang Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his face fiercely, and smiled transparently.

"Come, come, and the second master will have another bowl. This wine is still made by myself. From beginning to end, I didn't let anyone touch the finger. I told you that the tiger’s blood has to be cleaned up. First..."

Huang Dashan is a guilty man, so he can't hide himself to teach the advanced experience of making tiger bone wine.

"Um..."

Su Yourong is disgusted,

"It's not that the master's wine is good. It's like how much it has to do with you. You just broke the bones and put them in."

Huang Dashan put on a serious face, righteously speaking,

"Wine is indeed Linzi's three-color snake wine. When the cooking wine is placed there, no one says that he is delicious, right? It has to be used by the cooking chef before it can bloom the best aroma of cooking wine in a lifetime. How? Can it be okay? Oh, forget it, I told you a girl who can't even cut potato shreds about such an unpredictable problem, forgive you for not understanding..."

Su Yourong's pretty face was cold, and his face was flushed with anger. Knowing that Huang Dashan was wrong, he organized the language for a long time but was stunned that he didn't know what to refute.

"You, you, you...obviously different...you arrogant words..."

Huang Dashan defeated this little girl with a few words, and turned away triumphantly.

He was prominent to Zhao Er and emphasized once again,

"So, you have to do it yourself. The wine you make yourself must taste right. If you don't mind, you know, this wine has a soul!"

Zhao Erye nodded again and again, and clashed with Huang Dashan.

"Yes! Go heart! Have a heart!"

Directly kill the wine in the bowl, Zhao Erye exhaled a hot and spicy breath, and picked up the tiger bones at the bottom of the bowl.

"I want to say, Linzi is not high in alcohol, it's weird, the upgraded tiger of Tier 5, the bones are soaked in crispy?"

Huang Dashan stared blankly and swallowed his saliva.

Suddenly his eyes flickered,

"Uh...hehe..."

Zhao Er said strangely,

"What's wrong?"

"No..."

"Isn't it a heartbreaker? Don't you have to do it yourself," Lin Chou brought out a dish of fried chicken. "Even the tiger bones were cleaned and crushed by the mountain master himself. Heart."

Nonsense, Rong Gong is just such a tiger. Apart from the bones that Huang Dashan gnawed out, where are there other tiger bones left for him to make wine?

"Pattern."

Zhao Erye's mouth was full of small bones from the teeth marks he had just bitten out, and he bounced hard on the ground twice.

Put the sour chicken chopsticks on the table between the two of them, Lin Chou's eyes were shining brightly and brightly like the sour lotus head on the plate, and his face was warm and moist as jade with a template of warm wine. A slow smile.

Huang Dashan: (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;)))

"Second Lord! Second Lord, don't listen to him talking nonsense, I forgot, I really forgot... Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding..."

Su Yourong followed his master pretty lively, holding a heavy cast iron pan and placing it on the table.

The little girl blinked at Zhao Er.

"Hey, why is there a pot here?"

Just like a statue, Zhao Erye, who played hard as a thinker, came alive.

He blinked at Su Yourong with an expression of waking up from a dream.

"Yes, why is there a pot here!"

Zhao Erye reached out and picked up the pot.

Unskilled weighed.

Laughed.

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