Doomsday Pavilion

The atmosphere is very good, that is, the sheep's head and sheep's hooves are really busy eating, and they are digging and pulling, and the meat and tendons on the corners and corners are very wasteful.

When the dishes on the plate were all taken care of by the humanitarian brilliance, the group of guys realized that from the beginning of gnawing the sheep’s head and sheep’s head to the end, no one thought of drinking a sip of wine, but it was clearly. A great dish that goes well with wine!

Shan Ye said with a tone of accent,

"Everyone, after finishing this glass of wine, first give these delicious lambs a serious condolences...Fortunately, we can continue to eat such lamb!"

With a serious face, several people laughed on the spot.

Who is coming, didn't you just beep and can't drink?

The price of Tier 3 Snake Wine is particularly close to the people for the evolutionary, not to mention that every time you drink it, it feels like a reincarnation, and the whole body is relaxed and motivated.

The most comforting thing is that when I wake up the next day, there will be no fragmentation, headaches, etc.-unless I can't wake up the next day.

Not everyone has a normal level of Huang Dashan and the amount of warm wine. The spirits produced by the Goube system will never be discounted. A normal Tier 3 evolutionary can definitely not carry the amount of a jar.

As a result, Sancai Snake Wine is more popular among middle-to-low-level evolutionists—it's so careful to calculate that it can save more money than drinking Qingquan Mountain, which is a warm wine.

It's both compelling and high-grade, it's great to block the 3,000 circulation points with some vegetable money!

Oh, when it comes to food, I am afraid that no one will not wanting face to order a six-figure medicated meal when someone treats guests. How come you have a friendship who hasn't ordered the ac number in his heart?

After changing cups and cups several times, more than half of the people began to stand upright.

Shan Ye grinned sinisterly, and looked around-emmmmm, now everyone can get the amount of the finale that has been successfully Ascensioned to 2+.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard.

Drag the fallen people to the side and arrange them neatly in the grass. The outsiders will be in awe just by looking at them. Our wine bureau is definitely the kind of wine bureau with both quality and accent.

Compared with the "father and son" game, the "grand grandson" game and the general "what do you look at" game, it is very reliable.

"Come on, cheers~"

When Lin Chou got up to fetch the mud roasted lamb neck, only Huang Dashan, Wen Zhongjiu, Warlock, and a Tier 4 boss with eight Tier 3 brothers were left on the table.

Yes, there is still rolling.

From dawn until dark, Leng Han saw that it was too late and protected Zhao Ziyu and Sikong back to Mingguang ahead of time. It was a pity that he couldn't wait until the sheep's neck was released.

Huang Dashan's Yangmou was very successful and is now at the 3+ level.

From the beginning of 1 sheep necks per capita quickly climbed to 3+ sheep necks per capita, which has a great effect.

Therefore, even if he was stunned many times, Huang Dashan's face was still full of red and ferocious smiles.

"Oh, here comes, help collect the plates and bowls and make room for the sheep's neck!"

Fifteen black, yellow, black and yellow mud lumps on the huge tray are arranged as a hill, and the weight is not light.

It took a total of four hours from the red charcoal fire to the end of the furnace full of charcoal ash.

The warlock screamed.

"I remembered one time when I went to the outer city and stole two hazel chickens and wrapped them in mud and roasted them on the beach. When they were almost roasted, the mud shells and skins were all torn off, and I took a bite of the hazel chicken. "

The ghost knows what the Uncle Warlock has gone through. This kind of magical guy and the existence of almost super-level individual strength will actually be reduced to the point of stealing other people's chickens.

Lin Chou followed the crowd with a half-embarrassed smile.

"Knock yourself, the temperature of the mud shell is not too high."

He has his own principles, for example, he firmly believes that such food is best if you take it out of the ugly packaging and eat it in your mouth.

Maybe Lin Chou is right.

Wen Zhongjiu and Huang Dashan drank the most, each with more than a dozen jars of three-color snake wine, and even they began to get confused.

Wen Zhongjiu's blush was a mess, and his movements were a bit slow, but his eyes were still clear.

He kept the position of cutting with the knife for more than ten seconds before hesitatingly said.

"No, what should I do if the knock is broken, I feel a little bit out of control, I have my own strength--"

Hey, there are times when Tier 5 bosses are so cute?

Before a certain Tier 4 big guy with eight Tier 3 brothers laughed, the mud in his hand burst open with a click. The loose mud shell collapsed across the table, and the tin foil inside was also torn apart. Da Jie'er, a puff of hot oil splashed out from the place where he pressed his finger.

"Fuck...hot..."

The others responded in the same way, picking up all kinds of things on the table to protect the mud lumps in front of them.

A fourth-order boss with eight third-order brothers was speechless,

"You didn't knock it open again, block an egg!"

Wen Zhongjiu mumbled and said,

"The color, smell, shape, and meaning, although... it's still a muddy lump, at least we must maintain a minimum of respect. It has been the dish on my plate from the time it was placed on the plate in front of me. You eat What do you think of the oil from other people's pot when you have hot pot?"

A certain Tier 4 boss with eight Tier 3 younger brothers was so speechless--the truth is the truth, but why does it feel so aggrieved.

No one cares what kind of mental state this is,

"Come, come, open the package, open the package on the spot!"

The warlock snorted.

"Good food, how come it gets into your mouth... This warlock can smell that wretched temperament on you three days away, maverick."

Huang Dashan, who had just spoken, refused to give any opportunity to his colleagues, and shamelessly raised his hand to answer.

"Human, once a person has an own temperament, it means that you have taken a big lead from the crowd."

This is actually a bit interesting-but it must not be linked to the context.

Occasionally, I think this guy is half a philosopher, but at the first glance you will find that he is actually a stinky hooligan.

"Crack~"

The mud shell in Huang Dashan's hand was broken, there was no sizzling heat, no explosion-like scent, the shiny silver tin foil was stirred by the heat inside for several times, shaking off a few particles of floating ash on the surface.

It wasn't until Huang Dashan completely peeled off the tin foil on both sides that the hot steam sprayed out as if it had just "recovered".

The scent of lamb intertwined with the scent of beef bone marrow roasted with pepper sweeps across the table vigorously. This scent is full of dense fat scents that seem to have the same weight, which is a scent that people who do not like meat will never resist.

The lamb neck wrapped in tin foil did not show the fighting power that the finale should have until this time. There is no too much spices. Only the flavor of beef bone marrow, bay leaf and lamb is enough to shine, and the effect is surprisingly good.

It is conceivable that the Uyghur people who use this method are so confident in the taste of their local lamb.

Although it is not a Robe Sheep but a Gobi Sheep, it is still remarkable from the coveted fragrance.

The sheep's neck was chopped twice, and the layers were distinct, and the infiltration of oil and wine aroma was also very sufficient.

The sheep’s neck lying in the tin foil does not have a deliberate thick oil red sauce nor a fancy and eye-catching shape, but only with the slightly golden transparent fat and the fascia that has not contracted to the tightness can already protrude from the side. Ingenious.

The cooking method (or cooking method) used in this dish of roasted lamb’s neck in mud is actually steaming the food. The thick mud shell is destined to increase its internal temperature a little bit and not too high. The gravy, The loss of fat is almost imperceptible, so nothing can dilute the original taste of the ingredients inside the mud shell. Its richness and strongness will not make people notice that this cooking method is so perfect and perfect until the moment the mud shell is cracked. .

"Huh~"

Huang Dashan sighed,

"I didn't expect it to be so tender. The little bit of mutton oil on this mutton is trembling. I thought it would be like Jiaoxiang after it came out."

Lin Chou said,

"The mutton will look very woody when it is dried. Even the kebabs people will control the heat and brush the oil to make the mutton tender on the outside. Although the lamb neck with mud can also be tender on the outside, but This dish is a dish that has its origins and rules...Cook, this is a profession with tradition and inheritance."

Huang Dashan scratched his head and bit down the sheep’s neck.

"Emmmmmm, let me just talk about how it is ascending to the height of professional ethics... The prince is so serious that he thought he was going to grab an egg... sizzle, it's burning to death, daddy..."

The meat on the sheep’s neck is unexpectedly tender, the inside is moist and juicy, and the outside is rich in fat. When it is applied to the mouth at the same time, the taste can almost make the eyebrows dance.

The others are not polite, the knocking sound of "Bang Ka" is endless.

"It seems that you can't taste the taste of beef bone marrow, but your senses will always remind you that the taste of mutton is actually the taste of bone marrow, which is a very strange feeling."

"I think so too, how can I say, it's like a sheep neck ‘eat’ the beef bone marrow, and then it becomes own and we eat it again..."

"You can't eat and sleep. If you work hard, you can gain more. Haha, daddy has finished eating one!"-Needless to say, Huang Dashan is speaking now."...Do you dare to move your finger more to try?"

Everyone is equal before food, and the battle is particularly tragic.

The most leisurely one is rolling, and now I am enjoying Xiao Hei Xiao Bai's scratching service and Chi Zhi's feeding at the same time.

The first time that he served the mud tuo, Chi just pulled the four mud tuo in front of Gumball too much-the others had no opinion at all.

As for the four dogs who dared not come close, they looked sad. This group of guys have good teeth and better appetites. I'm afraid they won't even let go of the bones that should belong to Wang in theory.

Four dogs lay down and covered their faces with their paws, sadly like a Fatty weighing 13 tons,

"Woo..."

While eating, Huang Dashan licked his lips and said solemnly to Lin Chou.

"Actually, I have always believed that even if you can’t make medicated meals at the level of the forest, you can make your business as big as the Jiuzhan Palace. Oh, it’s from the Bafang Building. One is missing. My generation did not start with medicated food. Now I go to Bafang Tower. Apart from the medicinal food effect which is considered top-notch among Mingguang’s diet chefs, ordinary dishes can only be said to be quite satisfactory. "

Wen Zhongjiu shook his head, put down the mutton in his hand and took a sip of wine.

"It's not the same. This little guy, Linzi, looks gentle, thin, and has no temper, but his cooking style is rough and bold. The Bafang Building is different, even if it's a big carrot. Carved into Phoenix to spread its wings and then affixed with gold foil, don't underestimate this. For many people, this part is quite important. The two are not the same way."

After thinking about it, Wen Zhongjiu added another sentence.

"Ah, but, for various reasons, the Mingguang Evolutionists really don't buy it too much."

Huang Dashan smiled,

"How do you buy it?" Evolved people like us don't dare to say all of them. Nine out of ten people who dare to fight and kill in the blood of the corpse mountain go back and forth a few times, not to mention the price of the dish like the black charcoal in the Bafang Building. An evolutionary is willing to suffer this grievance. Before the forest is out of the mountain, if there is no absolute necessity, I will try to go to the Bafang Tower as little as possible-enjoy and enjoy, there must be a degree, Wenrouxiang is a hero's grave, although daddy is not a hero, There is no ambition, even less patience and determination, for fear that the row of drained and tender little girls will lick away the only bit of blood-the end and the end, the corpse tide and the beast tide are coming. , The bones are cold, maybe it's Daddy himself."

Wen Zhongjiu said,

"If the words are rough or not, it can be regarded as such a reason."

"Wealth and silk are touching, and enjoyment is even more detrimental. The tide of corpses hasn't been much to see in recent years, and the quantity has increased but the quality has gone down. This beast tide, but every time it can make Mingguang seniors break their bones and chill-alienated animals And the speed of the rise in strength is really terrifying. Almost every year, the overall strength jumps to a small level. The abilities of the alien beasts are originally full of tricks, not to mention the formation of a scale."

"The number of living corpses is so terrifying but they are suppressed like this. To say that Mingguang does not want to admit it, ninety-nine percent of them have nothing to do with the Mingguang evolvers. Some people even speculate that within 50 years of continuing like this, the living corpses will basically have to be placed in the glass showcase and labeled as'rare' for people to visit for a fee."

Huang Dashan laughed out loud, snapped a bone and said,

"Then the relationship is good, ah, I really want to one day, when daddy took a bunch of grandchildren's little ga Yazi to the zoo to see the monkeys, passing by the living corpse showcase, he pretended to say something casually-oh. Hey, look, this is the living corpse that your grandfather I beat back then. This thing is old and powerful. It used to be with our ancestor, but now it has been eaten as endangered. Just carry it out and sell it. Arrived at your grandpa my eight-year pension!"

"Puff whistle~"

A group of people laughed.

Wen Zhongjiu gave him a white look,

"It is estimated that your grandson would vomit and admire you and say to you:'Grandpa Da Shan, the evolving people of your era have such a good appetite!' We don't remember this pot~"

Huang Dashan: "..."

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