Doomsday Pavilion

Lin Chou was like a young middle-aged person in the onset of illness, pulling on Old Xue's sleeve and insisting on his vows.

"I saw desire in your eyes."

The old man is eager for a fart, let go! !

Old Xue struggled twice and found that Lin Chou’s hands were like iron tongs, and he had to pull off his sleeves harder, so he had to evade.

"Xiaoyou Lin is right, everyone has a desire in their eyes."

"boom."

Lin Chou patted the table,

"That's right, do you want the plaque? Do you want to call Jiu Shan Palace? The Xue family doesn't want to get Face back? Well, there is also your second baby, Young Master...Come on, have a fight... .Bah, better than a hand?"

"..."

Xue Zhen lowered his brows and muttered to himself, as if talking to himself.

"No groaning, no groaning, victory is not happy, defeat is not good, Lin Xiaoyou, this point...I think I know it very well."

How about saying that the old guy with too good mentality is not good at it.

"Old Xue, it's wrong for you to be like this, humility makes people retreat! Where is this? This is the Jiuzhan Palace! Who are you? You are the old Xue of the Jiuzhan Palace!"

"I broke your lion and smashed your plaque, so you don't feel so angry in your heart? Your old Xue's face is so worthless in the base city?"

With an inexplicable light in Xue Zhen's eyes, he pointed to the plaque in Lin Chou's hand.

"Xiaoyou Lin thinks, what else in my old Xue can compare to this brand?"

Of course, in the mind of any chef, this plaque is more important than Mount Tai.

"Don't talk nonsense, you'll be silly, just say it's not coming."

Xue Guangyuan suddenly said,

"Xiaoyou Lin, do you really insist on doing this?"

Lin Chou smiled, the one who laughed was a smug.

Look, your heart is moved.

"I said, I saw the desire in your eyes, and it has been like this since I came in. What do you want?"

Xue Zhen's eyes narrowed.

"Ahem...Okay, let's try again. This time, if my old Xue wins, the Xue family will really want something from you!"

Ouch, let me go. Why does my old boy think the same as Ben Shuai?

Xue Zhen looked at Lin Chou, and then at the golden plaque in his hand.

"Lin Xiaoyou would like to compare something."

"Cooking, it's nothing more than chicken, duck, fish, donkey, horse, cattle, and sheep. Choose whatever you want."

Xue Zhen grinned, your kid also looked down on people. Is there such a comparison?

Xue Guangyuan said again,

"Since Lin Xiaoyou said, it's better than chickens, ducks, fishes, horses, cattle, and sheep, but...this time, one game is won, how about?"

Lin Chou secretly said that this old man is more cruel than me.

"Eight innings? It's too much, right?"

A dish can be as simple as it is ready in a moment, or it can be as complicated as the preparation work takes days and nights.

"Lao Xue, your dry bones can hold eight dishes?"

Xue Zhen laughed bitterly when he heard the words.

However, what Lin Chou was telling was the truth. Compared with the last time I saw him, Xue Zhen lost more than 20 catties. The age spots on his face were particularly conspicuous, and his spirit was different.

"Let's draw lots, how about four per person."

Xue Guangyuan said,

"Everyone cooks different dishes, isn't it fair to compare?"

Xue Zhen thought for a while.

"Then take out four of them, each of which will be done by two people?"

Lin Chou said,

"That's boring, just four per person."

"Okay! But..." Xue Zhen's face suddenly became hot, "Today, it's only better than dishes, not more effective, how about it?"

Xue Guangyuan's face was also a bit unbearable.

"The heaven-defying effect of Lin Xiaoyou's dishes is unknown and unmatched by no one in the cookery class. It is just a battle of dragons and tigers. The Xue family has several generations of time, and it is absolutely difficult to replicate, so... If Lin Xiaoyou feels unfair, you can..."

Lin Chou laughed,

"A cook is not better than cooking, is it better than fighting? It's nothing more than that."

Old Xue and Xue Guangyuan looked at each other.

Confucius said:

Thousands of tofu and fish, pheasants flew into the rice pot.

Is this a good thing about pie in the sky?

"Then, the judges..."

Lin Sorrow said,

"Well, my judge is this beautiful Big sis. Lao-Lao Xue, I think it's not bad. It was fair last time. As for the others... there are so many people outside, why don't you just pull a few over? Right, Old Xue?"

Xue Zhen thought for a while and nodded.

"Okay, then for each dish, there will be five judges randomly selected from the outside, two of whom will be permanent, how about?"

The eight ingredients were written on the paper, and the two picked them back and forth one by one. Lin Chou threw the scraps of paper aside and didn't read them at all.

Old Xue spread out four pieces of paper and smiled bitterly.

I saw the above were written:

"donkey"

"Horse"

"Cattle"

"sheep"

Needless to say, Lin Chou's sure is chicken, duck and fish.

Old Xue Dao,

"Ahem, this is too... a coincidence, do you want to smoke again?"

Lin Chou waved,

"Very good, all eight are common ingredients. If there is anything you can re-smoke, so be it."

"Then listen to Lin Xiaoyou... By the way, what else does Lin Xiaoyou need to prepare? For example, ingredients and special spices."

Lin Chou thought,

"It's true. Find someone to help me inform Bao Er in Xiacheng District and let him bring my last thing here."

Soon, Bao Er came.

Put a bag of things and a live chicken into Lin Chou's hands, panting and saying,

"Boss Lin, what you asked for was too urgent. Fortunately, my scooter hadn't been thrown away, so I ran into the wilderness."

"The chicken was just brought back from outside the base city, and the vinegar was also freshly brewed in the past few days... I heard that the old man said that the vinegar was pretty good this time.

Lin Chou nodded and threw a card to Bao Er.

"sorry to bother you."

Bao Ermei opened his eyes and smiled.

"What kind of words are what Lin Lao said? Just a word from Boss Lin. My Bao Er went up to the knife mountain and down the sea of ​​fire without frowning, and I can give you a horse six, haha."

"Okay, don't be stupid, it's okay for you, get out."

"Go!"

After opening the package and looking at it, Lin Chou nodded to Old Xue after making sure that all the things he wanted were there.

This time, Old Xue had already asked someone to set up the dining table, which was still the same as last time, right in the middle of the lobby.

The diners around and the people who had just entered were about to make trouble when they saw this. They stopped eating, so they moved their stools around and waited.

Old Xue took a deep breath and licked his lips nervously.

"Then, start?"

Lin Chou nodded.

Xue Guangyuan said loudly,

"So, in the first game, the ingredients for Lin Choulin to make is chicken, and the ingredients for Xue Jiaxue Zhen to make are donkeys, let's get started."

Just after speaking, a person rushed in at the door,

"Oh, let me go, Master Shen, can you hurry up, this has already started!!"

The little flying machine on the top of his head flashed with a click. I don't know how many pictures were taken.

"Hey, in Xia Qin Wuyong, you two, don't you mind if I live the whole broadcast, right?"

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