Doomsday Pavilion

Facts have proved that Wulangqian is particularly suitable for making broth.

Use a small brush to gently scrub off the salt and dust on the surface. Place it on a charcoal stove and roast it for a scorched aroma, then put it into the pot. Just boil the water for a while, and the clear soup will turn into a faint milky white color. , And getting thicker.

This is the first time that Lieutenant General Leng Han Leng has carefully observed a pot of soup, which is no less than a novel experience like participating in a chemical experiment.

"Very beautiful, isn't it?" Lin Chou hooked the bottom of the soup pot with a spoon to prevent the dried salted fish from scorching.

"Don't put onion, ginger and cooking wine? It will be fishy." Leng Han said appropriately that he is not ignorant of conventional construction units such as kitchens.

Lin Chou said, "If you want the soup to be more moist, you have to boil it slowly, slowly step by step, and don't be impatient."

Lin Chou used a fine colander to filter out the scum Impurities in the soup and the froth on the surface of the soup.

"If you put it now, it will suffocate the taste. It is appropriate to wait until we finish the froth, clean the soup, and then season it."

Leng Han suddenly became a little excited.

"What do you want to put? This, this white pepper smells so good, this pepper looks good, well, what about the ham, how many sticks do you want to put?"

Lin Chou stared at the three or four large hams in Leng Han's hand, each weighing more than 15 kilograms, cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

"It's not in a hurry," Lin Chou stopped Leng Han, who was eager to try to throw the ham directly into the pot, "Why don't you pick some fresh nepeta with me, it's very interesting."

Under Lin Moumou’s careful care, this pot of salted fish finally escaped Leng Han’s merciless hand and successfully survived. The thick and white soup reveals the unique salty and freshness of the meat, which is derived from the continuous plumpness of the old hen broth. Wandering over the hill, moisturizing everyone's sense of smell.

With a mouthful of beef jerky in his mouth, Huang Dashan shed tears of regret. The cold wind shuttled back and forth from the eight car windows of the Pangolin, trying to take away the last trace of the dry beef jerky.

"Damn... you knew me... so..."

Three or five evolutionists walked into the small hall with their backs on their shoulders, and were dragged down by Huang Dashan.

"???"

The few evolving people with relatively little qualifications could not resist the tyranny of Huang Dashan, the number one under the starry sky. They could only get up and apologize cautiously, not knowing where they had offended this uncle.

"What do you want to do!"

Several evolvers were wronged and respectfully returned the dragged child to Lord Shan,

"Eat, eat, boss Lin is making soup, it's delicious~"

Huang Dashan sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"You haven't seen the few silly birds that were bombed out just now? Cold Tyrannosaurus and Linzi lived in the two-person world, making soup for you and me. Are you sure you want to go in?"

Several evolutionists were shocked, bowed, gratitude and tears on their faces.

"Xie Shanye's kindness to save my life~"

"Um!"

The food was not eaten, and the soup was not drunk. These few evolutionists also stopped the other group by the way and let the news out.

In a short while, people in half of the mountain knew about it. After a little wailing and screaming back, these guys should squeeze their feet, squeeze their feet. Got luck in the wilderness.

In addition to the Ascension of their own strength, some evolving people habitually live the days of being drunk and drunk, especially those dogs who are not old or young at home, if it weren't for the dishes of Yanhuishan, I can’t say when I can quit the days of being drunk and dreaming of death in Hualiu Alley-the idle servants on Yanhui Mountain have gotten in their pockets and only then willing to stroll in the wilderness can be regarded as correcting evil and returning to the right.

"Heh~" Huang Dashan looked at over half of the second-rates with disdain, "I have to increase taxes. Mingguang is still too kind to this group of dogs."

According to Huang Dashan, Mingguang is really benevolent and righteous to this group of guys who are not as good as a bottle and are dissatisfied with half a bottle. He wants to leave him with the right to say, and at least triple the tax on the girls. Don’t talk about holidays. Open all year round, dig the roots of wild vegetables for daddy on the wilderness!

"At first glance, I haven't encountered severe beatings from the society!"

"Who are you talking about?" Wen Zhongjiu threw a jar of Qingquanshan into Huang Dashan's arms from the car window.

Huang Dashan quickly took a look at the wine jar.

"Oh, ten years Chen, then I would like to thank Master Wen~"

Wen Zhongjiu raised his eyebrows, and his face was like a crown jade.

"No thanks, has Fatty come in these few days?"

"It's a long time ago," Huang Dashan said, "I heard that the fat man has been so annoyed by the garrison recently that the garrison insisted that the fat man should tie the big winged tiger directly back to Mingguang. The prodigal son is said to almost fight with the fat man."

"Bah!" Wen Zhongjiu's face was brightly written with disdain, "General Ye Lao has been a hero for a lifetime, how can he make such a mud that can't support the wall."

"Oh, every family has a hard-to-read scripture. Elder Ye is so old, he has such a baby bump, he has been spoiled by the big girl in the yard of the Ye family from childhood to adulthood, which is pretty good."

"I think it still owes you." Wen Zhongjiu concluded.

"Yes, it's not enough to smoke. You can't smoke twice in one meal. If you can't die, you can save it and continue to smoke. The children who have been beaten by the society are good children."

Wen Zhongjiu thought for a while,

"That guy is in his thirties, right?"

"Where, 42 this year, tut~"

The two lingered for a while, and Wen Zhongjiu walked to the wooden house on the top of the mountain, standing at the door looking forward to the brilliance, causing the female wolf all over the mountain to scream.

Huang Dashan glanced enthusiastically.

"The sky has no eyes... Isn't it just so handsome than Daddy..."

You see, Wen Zhong Jiu Wen is handsome, and even Huang Dashan, who is the most not wanting face skin, admits it.

"Hey, wait a minute, if the Tier 5 boss can resist that bottle of medicine..."

Huang Dashan pondered it for a while, and felt that the drug resistance accumulated by 30 kilograms of high liquor per day with warm liquor was not a big problem.

"Dangling yelling, dangling yelling~"

Huang Dashan lay on his back, with one foot sticking out the window, a drag child between his thumb, shaking while singing.

I was shaking happily when I saw a green wind blowing to Wen Zhongjiu's side.

Wei Qingyu looked around,

"My dad didn't follow you, right?"

The warm wine smiles as graceful and bright as a bright moon,

"I'm all about it, your dad hasn't come here for some days."

Wei Qingyu patted her chest,

"That's good, that's good, it's all you, must come out, if my dad finds out that he will really hack you to death."

"He can't catch up with me, don't worry."

"Yeah~"

Huang Dashan stared at Wei Qingyu's Big Sister in a dazed manner, and he was speechless, just an instinctive evil coming to his mind.

Wei Qingyu whispered,

"I only have three hours at most, and I'll be discovered by my father if I don't go home."

Warmly drunk and smiled, holding Wei Qingyu's shoulders,

"Then let's go in quickly, Lin Chou must have secretly made something delicious again, it's delicious!"

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