The morning light shines through the yellow clouds and casts a warm, dim color. Everything looks particularly beautiful.
However, there is a pungent smell permeating up and down Yanhui Mountain that should not belong to such a beautiful and tranquil morning.
The few evolvers looked a little panicked, holding large bowls of soup and steamed buns in their mouths, cursing and running out of the tavern at a terrifying speed as if they were risking their lives:
"Huang Dashan, do you have my calendar..."
"Pervert, you are not allowed to have a good meal this early in the morning."
"Huh...let me take a breath before scolding..."
"The shopping experience is extremely poor. The fragrant red beans can't even cover up the smell. Oh my god, I almost killed myself while queuing up to buy a steamed bun..."
Facts have proved that the combination of bull whip and tiger whip with bayonet brings the strong hormones of Martian seeds (emmmm, okay, Mr. Shan insists on using these three words to describe this taste, instead of using the insulting word 'saucy'.
The smell of sexual words is definitely not something normal people can bear.
Especially now that it's early in the morning, this smell is even more anti-human!
Lin Chou, who was staying in the room, was also a little teary-eyed.
His expression was particularly stiff, and he kept mumbling,
"It smells a little bit heady..."
The ghost girl is even more miserable.
This kind of masculine thing is infinitely equivalent to poison to her, and the steam is no different than letting her stand in the hot sun.
The female ghost lady is not feeling well, and her mount Wu Ke is naturally even worse. Do you feel the same way? Her heart is about to burst from being ridden...
The young lady cannot leave his body for the time being, and needs to supplement her food supply with popularity from Wu Ke.
emmmm...
What a lovely ghost girl. Even though the warlock has been living in Mingguang for hundreds of years, he has never seen a few wild ghosts other than himself. She is of great research value.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
The old warlock looked at the ghost girl with eyes as if he were admiring exquisite antiques, and walked around her.
"Where did it come from?"
The ghost lady pointed to the ground,
"Down..."
The warlock took out his notebook,
"Sure enough, it's just as I thought. This fragile little cutie can't control the memories of his life with free will. He's so pitiful. Do you know his name?"
The female ghost girl thought for a while and nodded,
"Dai."
"What a good name," the warlock scribbled in his notebook. "Did your parents give it to you during your lifetime?"
Dai shook her head,
"I don't remember. I woke up and then I thought of...the name."
She pointed to her long black hair, with obvious pride on her face, and tried hard to make her words as coherent as possible.
"My hair is very long and straight. My friends said it is very beautiful with black hair like a waterfall, so I call it Dai."
"Did you think of the name based on your own characteristics? Wait... you have a companion? Who is he? Where is he?" The warlock was instantly excited.
Dai thought for a while and said,
"Next...her name is Bao."
"Bag?"
"Yes...she was holding a Hermès bag when she woke up...it's so beautiful..." The ghost girl Dai played with the small mahogany box containing chopsticks in her hands and couldn't help but sigh.
, "This is all I have."
"I lost my wallet once," the warlock said. "It was very painful. Really, your friend is quite enviable."
Mr. Shan, who had a few streaks of pot ash on his face, said he couldn't understand it at all, and began to dislike it in a rough voice with a wok-like tone.
"God is really envious of me. Is what you are talking about the same point??"
Lin Chou had 'ㄚoひ8understand' written all over his face in capital letters, and his expression was super aloof and indifferent.
"People are dead, but the money is still there."
Shanye: "..."
Maybe this is the generation gap. I don't understand why these three completely unrelated guys can have such weird emotional resonance.
"whispering sound!"
Master Shan simply ignored these guys, picked up a big old bowl, fished out bits and pieces of pillars from it with a satisfied look on his face, and kept stuffing them into his mouth.
"Wonderful! Give me some salt!"
The warlock held his nose and handed over the salt shaker,
"I've learned a lot today."
Shan Ye let out a hoho ho laugh,
"Where are you going? Let's get to know the stewed lamb kidneys and leeks. It tastes really good. You scoop out the leeks first and then drink the soup. It's just like eating noodles."
"Ugh...still drinking soup..."
Wu Ke lay on the ground and said silently,
"Master Shan, please drink more soup... This thing reminds me of a famous dish before the cataclysm. The two have the same purpose."
Lin Chou and the warlock turned to look at him with curious eyes.
"Large intestine sashimi~" Wu Ke spread his hands, "hehe."
Mr. Shan’s eyes were very caring.
Wu Ke immediately changed his mind,
"Ahem, it's actually a rejuvenated egg. Master Shan, drink more soup, it will be a great supplement."
"What the hell is that?" Huang Dashan took a sip of the soup and breathed in the heat, "It sounds weird."
Lin Chou raised his head and looked at the beams.
"It's just boiled eggs in children's urine. In ancient times, human urine was called reincarnation wine and rejuvenation soup."
After hearing this, Master Shan bared his teeth in a friendly manner at Wu Ke. His white teeth flashed coldly like bull whip and tiger whip.
"Wonderful!"
Wu Ke suddenly trembled like a quail.
He was obviously scared to death, but he couldn't help but have the desire to complain. His mouth was as mean as if it was borrowed.
Wu Ke heard that before the Cataclysm, there used to be a profession called keyboard warrior. It was a very high-end profession. He could hide behind the computer screen and splash ink, so that people could crawl along the network cable and slap him.
Master Shan smiled and said,
"I know what you are thinking. There is another profession called Internet police."
Wu Ke's expression looked like he saw Huang Dashan eating shit.
To be fair, it seems that almost everyone in this room thinks that the stuff in Huang Dashan's bowl is indeed shit.
Excluding Lin Chou, he was not generous enough to admit that the things he made with his own hands were shit. At most, they were equivalent to grilled durian and canned braised herring.
Not only that, Lin Chou even wanted to see Huang Dashan eat the lamb kidney stew with chives that he praised so much: he would eat a ton.
Lin Chou silently covered her face and tried to hypnotize herself,
"Customers are God, customers are everything..."
He said feebly,
"Eat something, eat something, busty sister, bring out that big iron pot from the kitchen."
The delicious food in Huang Dashan is really not something that ordinary people can enjoy. They don’t even have the chance to take a look and smell it.
Boss Lin never treats himself badly, so he stewed the leftover "leftovers" in a big pot.
Large pieces of meat with bones are tumbling in the pot off the fire, dripping with oil and steaming.
Lin Chou said while dividing the knife,
"It is stewed with medicinal materials from Zushan without adding a drop of water. It relies entirely on the big cat's own fat and uses eight full jars of fine rice wine."
Wu Ke opened his mouth,
"Brother Chou, the good rice wine you mentioned is the one that costs 270 yuan per jar..."