Doomsday Pavilion

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Qin Wuyong coughed twice, "This is a bit unexpected for Wuyou brother, but...the wine is not afraid of the deep alleys, let's fight for the big guy, after this, Wuyou brother wants to change to the latest recorder. Type III, you can be sure to support it a lot. It is said that the delay of the three series can be reduced within one second, which is more convenient, everyone...."

"The user is crowned king without cotton and rewards 18,000 circulation points."

"The user teacher Dunru rewarded 100,000 circulation points."

"user...."

Qin Wuyong immediately cupped fist thanks, "Thank you very much, Mr. Dunru seems to be in a good mood...Then let's go."

"Boss, get on the buns!"

The boss is a father and son, and he is not surprised to see a strange-looking customer. These days, hunters are not dressed normally.

"Three hundred steamed buns, one basket, twenty porridge, pay first."

Qin Wuyong raised his eyebrows, and said in a half loud voice pretending to be mysterious, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Arrogant, otherwise...hehe."

Qin Wuyong is a Tier 3 evolutionary, how can he have a good temper? Daddy is not happy anymore, don't even think about being happy.

"Hey, boss brother, come to say hello to the audience friends, look here and see here!"

The boss is a somewhat older second-order evolutionary man, and his son is very tender, he looks only eighteen or ninety, with a green stubble, "cough cough."

The boss coughed and grinned reluctantly as a greeting.

A cage of steamed buns, a bowl of rice porridge.

The buns are round and big, each of them is white and plump and plump, with eighteen pleats evenly like blooming flowers, steaming with a slightly sour flour fermentation taste.

The rice porridge is very clear, with a thin porridge film on the surface. There is no heat, and it looks like a dormant volcano.

"This is a vinegar pickled side dish. It's appetizing. Guests can try it."

A small dish was brought up. It was the boss's son. He smiled and said, "Don't tell my dad, I made this for you. It tastes good."

There is only a small stack of side dishes, the green leaves and cyan stems accompany the red and colorful peppers, and the sorrow and fragrance go straight to the nostrils.

Qin Wuyong swallowed, "Oh, this side dish is amazing, Brother Wuyou just smelled it, and felt his stomach was emptied. I'm sorry everyone, you guys eat it first!"

The boss's son showed his eight teeth and sat on the other seat and looked at him.

"Crack, user 5465456-1, don't tell me, reward 1000 points, the boss's son is very warm, for this side dish, useless brother, help me give the reward to the little boss."

Qin Wuyong ate a chopsticks side dish, and gave the little boss a thumbs up, "No problem, it must be brought to... Um, sour and spicy appetizer, I give this side dish full marks, and it is a perfect match for gruel!"

Qin Wuyong drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, and a plate of side dishes was in a hurry. He pitifully said to the little boss, "I can get another big plate, secretly, don't tell the old man."

The little boss smiled with joy, "Yes, you wait!"

"The user teacher Dunru, rewarded 10,000 circulation points and left a message. The children are coaxing well."

Qin Wuyong said solemnly, "Master Ru, what you said is wrong. I am obviously sincere. This side dish is indeed delivered."

Teacher Dunru, "Oh, I am not interested in these ordinary foods."

"The user is crowned as the king without adding cotton, rewarding 18,000 circulation points and leaving a message. Rushi seems to be a god who does not eat fireworks in the world."

The teacher Dunru said, "What a god, I'm currently undergoing an operation at a private doctor, and the bridge of my nose is broken. I am ashamed."

Crowned as king without adding cotton, "What's the matter? Does anyone in Mingguang dare to attack Rushi?"

"Moti Morty, a bunch of rude guys, it's a pity that the food before the cataclysm."

"Master Ru went to try the Kangshuaibo spicy beef noodle?"

"Exactly, the bridge of the nose was broken by a rude guy."

"..."

Here Qin Wuyong took a bite of the donkey ignored the steamed buns, the golden yellow oil splashed, "Hey...so hot..."

"Wow, Jiamian and Rushi are going to stop talking, look at this bun, I'm so hungry!!"

"It smells good when you look at it, oooooooo."

Qin Wuyong wrinkled his brows and put the buns aside, "Boss, come here."

The boss was covered with flour, "What's the matter."

Qin Wuyong straightened the quilt and fiddled with the buns on the plate with his chopsticks, "What kind of meat is your bun?"

"Donkey meat."

"Only donkey meat?"

"Only donkey meat."

Qin Wuyong's face didn't look so good, frowning in silence.

"Oh, did Wuyou discover something?"

"This is a black shop??....Lamb barbecued pork buns??"

The little boss hid a large plate of small dishes behind his back, "Dad, what's the matter? Uncle, this is the dish I made for you."

The old man suddenly broke out and slapped him. "How many times has daddy told you that you are not allowed to make this garbage! The store only sells steamed buns! Congee!"

"Snapped!"

The little boss blushed with a slap print and a pack of tears with red eyes. He roared, "What are you doing, Dad!!"

Qin Wuyong sneered, and raised his foot. The rolling table separated the boss who wanted to teach his son, "Hey, shoddy, and have the face to teach the little boss? Your buns are better than the little boss’s porridge and vegetables. It's hundreds of times worse!"

The boss stared like a cow, "You nonsense! I don't welcome you here, get out!"

A few saw the bustling passers-by and the bosses of neighboring stores gathered around.

"Yo, what's the matter Lao Li?"

"Heh, a Tier 3 evolutionary? Do you dare to play the uncle in Sanyang Street?"

Qin Wuyong sighed, "Your steamed bun, don't you use donkey meat?"

"Yes!"

"Fuck your mother's stinky shit! Can donkey meat be so fishy and fragrant? You are obviously mixed with raccoon meat, or are you the female raccoon who just finished off the cub!"

The boss was dumb.

Qin Wuyong sneered, "Raccoon meat can be matched with mutton, horse meat and donkey meat. It is very fresh! The freshly produced female raccoon has the heaviest smell. The fat is orange. It is sold on the market. You can buy a dozen at 20 circulation points. Son! How much donkey meat? One hundred or two hundred and one catty? The boss does a good business!"

"this......"

The little boss opened his mouth, "Dad???"

"Ka, user teacher Dunru rewarded 180,000 circulation points and left a message. Real or fake? What is raccoon meat? I haven't heard of it."

Qin Wuyong took the time to answer, "Beasts like foxes and roe deer are very cheap."

Qin Wuyong sighed, "Originally, I thought you were honest. The real foodie only cares about the taste. The buns with raccoon meat are delicious. This is not a defect. On the contrary, you seem to be very smart... Boss, boss, hey!"

"Crack."

"That's right, what's the big deal with the raccoon meat, just delicious."

"It's not the right business to do this. We have reported it to the Occupational Committee. We support Tasty, but we don't want to be deceived."

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