Doomsday Pavilion

Simple stewed chicken soup is no longer enough to satisfy Lin Chou (crossed out) Huang Dashan, so the boss of Lin decided to change it. After all, this chicken soup is the future of the well-known Prince Huang Dashan who has put in hard sweat and tired tears. To be a high-end product with the name of a prince, you must give Huang a certain amount of respect.

Lin Chou placed the killed and processed hazel hens on the chopping board, then peeled off the durian skins one by one, placing the white flesh taken out on a large square plate. 40 hazel hens corresponded to 40 durian white flesh. Neat and tidy.

40 flat-bottomed casserole and 40 beautiful small bowls, buckle the small bowl on the bottom of the casserole, and then cut the hazel chickens into pieces, one chicken for each casserole, spread it in the casserole, and finally put durian white flesh.

Su Yourong asked,

"Don't make the soup?"

Lin Chou moved a pot of rice that was still warm, mashed it into a paste and stuck it on the edge of the casserole, and finally covered the lid and pressed it hard.

"This time change to a'stewed' method."

It is said to be stewed, but in fact it is just steaming. It takes at least 4 hours to steam for 40 casseroles.

Lin Chou actually borrowed the "old method of stewing chicken essence". The essence steamed and stewed from the hazel chicken will flow into the inverted bowl at the bottom of the casserole due to the air pressure.

The method is simple, but very exhausting.

Before the chicken was steamed, Sikong showed up with a group of people laughing and joking.

It is not a bodyguard like Xiao Eleven who is responsible for his safety, but a young man of his age.

Su Yourong whispered to Lin Chou quietly,

"He actually has friends?"

Lin Chou was silent for a while.

"No, he has money."

Su Yourong: ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

This girl is also a very valuable girl. Hearing Lin Chou's words, she looked at Sikong again with a bit of sympathy and pity.

How sensitive is Sikong. His weak nerves are similar to the gender of his childhood sweethearts, and he immediately felt wrong and made a sentence. However, Su Yourong ignored him and searched for him. Da Yue Xiong went to play.

Because of the fact that she was a guest in Wolf City, this little girl was missing a full ten tons of playmates, which can be said to be very lonely.

"What does the girl's eyes mean? What does she mean?" Sikong asked with a stubborn neck, and then introduced the person he had brought to Lin Chou. "My students are very talented. They all came out of the alley. Why? Sample?"

"The information is well-informed. You will be here before Bao Er arrives," Lin Chou glanced at him. "Are you over the age?"

Xu is the first time I saw Boss Lin, who was "heart-minded" by Mingguang evolvers. These older children, who were obviously dressed in a shabby style, looked particularly cramped. After bowing to say hello, neither standing nor sitting nor sitting, I listened to Lin again. If he is worried, his eyes are obviously darkened.

Sikong let out a hi,

"The small one is seventeen or eight, and the larger one is twenty. They are all good seedlings. It's a pity...you know..."

Of course Lin Chou knew how many such people were in the alleys of Mingguang.

They may have talent, determination, or perseverance... but in the end they basically fell in front of luck and circulation points. Not everyone has the luck of Huang Dashan, that bachelor rushes into the wilderness and You can still get a life back.

"Sit down!" Lin Chou said, "A bowl of soup?"

"It's a must~" Sikong laughed, "These are all my students, I am the teacher in charge now, did you make it?"

Lin Chou served soup to these older students and looked at Sikong with a strange look.

"You bought Qinshan Martial Arts School just to be the head teacher to harm others' baby?"

Sikong's eyebrows were cold,

"I'm tui! It seems that I have to kill a Huang Dashan to sacrifice to the heavens. I always feel that this guy has taught you badly-why don't I take a female to my baby?"

Lin Chou calmly said,

"Quan Mingguang, who doesn’t know you’re just a good mouthful? Forget about your tear-stained old father who discovered the lively health lecture after you and Bai Bai did not know, heh, Shen Daru is very happy. NS."

The gazes of the older students behind them are obviously starting to become weird.

Sikong: "..."

"What am I... You are enough!"

Lin Chou shrugged,

"But Su Ren Bai is really beautiful, oh ooh~"

Sikong sneered, holding a small object in his hand,

"I took a screenshot... I recorded it, and I will ask Xiao Eleven to send the recording to Cold Tyrannosaurus tomorrow."

"Oh~" Lin Chou glanced at Master Sikong with affection, and pointed to a corner, "Is there any camera you see? You have to talk about it, the research institute and the garrison are already watching 108060P ultra-clear picture quality. Yes, what did you just say, Cryptanosaurus?"

f*ck! !

Sikong smiled, deep anger in the calm nature,

"Dare they watch you??"

Lin Chou waved,

"That's not the case, it's for the big cat, and it hasn't had time to take it down."

Sikong was relieved now, but what happened just now is obviously a turn of the story.

"Big cat...hey...I am very interested in the research of warlocks. What a pity, this is a little changed. It is a holographic immersive online game template. , Have you read those novels before the cataclysm?"

Lin Chou was particularly disgusted,

"You young people, you know how to charge yourselves all day long. What's the point of a paper man?"

Sikong rolled his eyes,

"It's better than Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong, at least nutrition can keep up."

"Looking at you with pale eyes and sunken eyes, I'm afraid that there is no chance to rush. I slaughtered a cow before, and the big kidney gave you a tonic for it?"

Sikong was staggered,

"You get daddy out of the way-to this day, Man Mingguang still talks about how to make a white amateur into a little girl with a whip on your big waist, you are so poisonous, are you?"

"Hey, I said you don't know what is good or bad, you are still getting tempered, dare you to say that the happiest person is not you!"

"???"

Sikong almost didn't squirt a mouthful of old blood, I can go to f*ck to drop it, so daddy has to thank you, right?

Sikong whispered to the student's seat and sat there, a young and old guy with a beard asked in a low voice.

"Brother...it's not...principal Secretary...I feel that Mr. Lin and the evolving adults are...different..."

It's not just the same. The group of benefited evolutionists almost described Lin Chou as a "god", but when they saw a real person...emmmm, the three views would collapse.

"My surname is Sikong! Go away..."

"Oh."

After thinking about it, Sikong said,

"I can tell you, this pig blood soup has the best effect only if you drink it consecutively. If you train tomorrow if you can't get the top ten, the quota will be someone else's, my son... this principal... .No...Although the head teacher doesn’t care about the two soups, he can’t get used to your stinky problems. 80 guys who are as good as you are lined up behind."

"Yes!"

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