"But then again..." Zheng Ou patted his belly in distress, "Can't you really give me a bowl too?"
Hey, your moral integrity is gone. Top 23S.
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Zheng Ou finally got his share.
The fragrant white rice paired with the dazzling golden sea urchin is like a beautiful woman with stunning beauty and fragrant fragrance. Women are so beautiful that their hearts soften and men feel weak in their legs. What’s more, this beautiful woman has been carefully groomed and dressed up.
Wear your most precious jewelry, such as lobster crystals, salmon roe gemstones, etc., and even spray it with patchouli perfume!
(This is a promise with my body, beauty. Little do you know that what is waiting for you will be the bloody mouth of my Lord Ou Huang...)
Holding the bowl in one hand and his belly in the other, slowly savoring the flavor of the seafood rice bowl, Zheng Ou shed tears of emotion.
Then, he suddenly thought of the eldest brother Wu Zhonghou, who had a body like a door panel and hands as big as steel pliers.
This guy looks like he can kill five hundred fat chefs with ease. I didn't expect him to be so humane. Did he really make such a beautiful and delicious thing?
, hallucination, right?
Uh, could this be the legendary rugged and bold appearance and picturesque heart...
Please forgive Zheng Ou because he really can't say the word "contrast cute", and he also gained a few extra kilograms of horror.
Ball sack!
Hidden under the iron-blooded shell of this two-meter-tall and more than 400 kilograms of iron-blooded body, isn't it a soft and cute soul, the kind that can make noises?
"hiss."
Just thinking about it makes me feel excited.
However, these distracting thoughts are not worth the most luxurious meal in his life, the fully covered three-dimensional rice bowl with no blind spots, it tastes so good!
Among the rice and sea urchin yolk moistened with egg liquid, the texture becomes smoother. Thin lobster slices and salmon meat cubes of just the right size still occupy the supreme position. The taste is clearly layered, and it is soft and chewy on the tip of the tongue without losing a bit of chewy texture.
, all these are somewhat profound for no reason in the unique and different fragrance of Patchouli.
Wu Zhonghou solemnly recommended the raw ribs, which are grape-like salmon roe. The grains are plump, full, and round. The clear bright orange color even flashes with a slight glow, as if it carries an unusual but substantial weight.
Therefore, even if you are only between the chopsticks, it feels like you are on the stage. In the spotlight, a small string of ribs lights up, igniting everything, luxurious and grand.
A string of raw tendons is spread on the tongue, and then the tip of the tongue and the roof of the mouth are pressed gently, and one can immediately feel its weak resistance, that is, the lingering in this millisecond, which makes people extremely worried.
The moment the roe bursts open, the intriguing ocean scent is elegant, delicate and empty, spreading between the lips and teeth.
The air is lingering, talking about romance, go with it, and endure the flood to stay.
It was almost like a poem that inspired Zheng Ou's remaining literature and art.
Zheng Ou's poetry flourished,
"Ah, it's so delicious!"
Perfect expressions, zero lines.
The simple yet luxurious dinner on the sea hunting boat came to an end, and everyone was satisfied.
Of course, there are also some people who fall into the trouble of happiness.
For example, Zheng Ou, even for an evolved person, he eats too much.
"Ah, my stomach is going to explode!!"
...
Compared to the sea hunting boat, the current state of the six-man group in the foggy nightmare in the eastern part of the sinkhole is a bit confusing.
Ji Tang leaned against a tall bush and stared at the fire in front of her with squinted eyes.
There was a rather small wolf-shaped beast on the fire. Drops of grease kept falling into the fire, and the red flames would suddenly jump out into several clusters of blue.
Ji Tang looked across the fire, and those sitting or lying behind it were all his team members with good faces.
Behind them, there are six hammocks woven with tree vines swaying slightly. Judging from the dryness of the vines that weave the hammocks, several people have been here for several days.
The atmosphere was extremely silent, and everyone was stunned into silence.
Ji Tang sighed,
"What are you doing standing around? Eat...when you're full...I'll go explore the road again."
The bright moon is as bright as the bright moon, but the fire is dancing in its eyes, but the words are weak,
"Boss...can we...can't get out of this foggy nightmare area?"
Ji Tang suddenly felt a little angry,
"This is only temporary! Those who rely on pills to see things in the nightmare zone can hold on until they go out and say anything depressing!"
Another person said,
"It's a pity that it's only six meters away... six meters... isn't enough..."
"It's better than being blind!"
"Hey, it's strange to say that we can be safe in the fog nightmare area that often covers hundreds of kilometers on the Black Sea. How come we stumbled in such a small fog nightmare area?"
There seems to be some strange force in the dark, which always keeps them spinning in a small area, with no way to get out no matter what.
Thinking of these six people makes me feel bitter and angry one after another.
They are evolvers, high-level evolvers among evolvers, and their perception ability is so strong that it can explode!
Even in a place like the Nightmare Zone, you shouldn't lose your way as easily as fragile ordinary people. This is unscientific!
Ji Tang sighed deeply,
"Eat, eat. It's not easy to catch this lone wolf. The Fog and Nightmare Zone...are even the strange beasts unwilling to live here? This is the only meal today."
Everyone was sighing, rubbing their bellies and looking distressedly at the little wolf that was only over two meters long and weighed less than three hundred pounds on the fire.
Is this thing really enough to feed six fifth-level evolvers?
...
The construction of Base City and Shangcheng District has been basically completed, and a new show is about to begin with all kinds of fireworks and revelry.
Sikong, Huang Dashan, and Wu Ke stepped off the Pangolin and stood still.
Looking at the magnificent buildings in front of him, Huang Dashan couldn't help but curl his lips,
"It's tacky, it's really tacky. Why should a place like Mao make it splendid, like a palace? If you really have the ability, you should use real gold foil. Tsk, it's actually spray paint. Bah, what big cloves of garlic are there?"
"Master Shan, you have so many dramas. Why haven't I seen that you are such a cynical person before?"
Sikong looked at the ticket in his hand,
"Well, Hall 8, come in, the show should start soon."
Wu Ke took the ticket thiefly,
"Can I sell the tickets... Anyway, I don't have the artistic talent to listen to any opera. Tsk, the VIP tickets for Bai's concert should be able to sell a lot of points, right?"
Huang Dashan twitched the corner of his mouth,
"Tsk, you gave it a try. Do you know what the Occurrence Committee does to creatures like scalpers?"
"..."
Wu Ke shuddered,
"Let's go, let's not be late. I'm not giving everyone face. They just gave us so many votes for Sikong's sake. Sikong, you are the winner in life. Do you know, you should publish a book."
, the name is called [My Childhood Sweetheart is a Big Star], I guarantee that there will be a leader, and it will be popular, tsk tsk.”
In fact, Bai Suren only appeared once in the middle of this concert. After playing and singing a song, he left and never showed up again. Those who came out before and after were some young and new faces.
Everyone was informed in advance that this was a performance to support the younger generations. As soon as everyone showed up, almost all the audience felt that the trip was worthwhile.
"Wow...Bai everyone is still so handsome..."
"Legs Playing Year Series."
"The music is beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful!"
"What a pity, what a pity."
"..."
In the private room No. 1, Sikong Yu and some big bosses had just finished discussing the construction of the Mingguang Four Walls. The secretary whispered in his ear with a smile,
"Boss, I just learned that the young master is here too, in private room No. 8, with friends."
Sikong Yu laughed,
"Are you the little guy's friend?"
Sikong Yulao was happy. Since his son's condition improved, no, since he often went to Yanhui Mountain, his son's personality has become much more cheerful.
You know, where did he have any friends before? He didn't even have the basic configuration of the second-generation children with wealth. How could he do this?
But the good thing is...
(Hey, that guy is pretty good.)
Sikong Yu said hello to the others,
"I'm going to check on my son. Don't even leave. Let's have a few drinks at Wanghailou tonight!"
His face was so red that he couldn't hold back the smile.
Who in the whole base city didn't know how much Sikong Yu treasured his sick son. Anyway, the matter was almost over, so he let Sikong Yu leave after a few words of teasing.
At the same time, there was one more person in the private room No. 8 where Sikong was, Bai Suren.
The Bai master's every move was so unflattering that Wu Ke didn't even dare to look at him for fear of making a fool of himself. He was very uncomfortable.
Huang Dashan has seen Bai Suren too many times, and his expression is very natural.
However, he couldn't help but mutter to himself,
"Damn, what a good wrench..."
Bai Su and Sikong are real childhood sweethearts, the kind who grew up together since childhood.
However, if the content and... gestures of the two people talking at this time were spread, it would probably make eyeballs pop up all over the place.
Bai Suren smiled and sat on Sikong's lap, lifting his chin with his hand.
"Yo yo yo, which one do you like? It's just a matter of words. After all, I am a senior in this industry. You know some unspoken rules and so on~"
Sikong broke off an orange and popped it into Bai Suren's mouth, and said impatiently,
"You have gained weight recently, and your legs are hurting from the pressure on me. Get up quickly...Are you bothered? I don't care about these things. People with hooked fingers can line up from the east gate to the west gate. Believe it or not."
?”
Bai Suren's cherry mouth was wide open, her cheeks puffed up and she chewed hard,
"Huh, you're the only one who's fat. Your whole family is fat too! Men don't have a good thing, but they have good intentions, you little bastard~"
Sikong was disdainful and just about to speak, the door to the private room opened.
Sikong Yu's figure appeared outside the door,
"Son...fuck?!"
Sikong Yu looked at the dazzling beauty sitting on Sikong's lap in shock, his face gradually turning dark.
Sikong said helplessly,
"Dad, why are you here...Bai Suren, get up quickly, your legs are so heavy!!"
Bai Suren hummed softly, stood up and saluted Sikong Yuyingying,
"Uncle~"
This word "uncle" is so tender that anyone who hears it will feel numb at the base of their tail.
For example, Huang Dashan, this guy first smiled at Sikong Yu and said hello, and then calmly bent down, suppressing the unknown anger in his heart and taking the opportunity to suppress his little brother.
Wu Ke shivered immediately, his scalp was numb, stars were popping up in front of his eyes, and his mind went blank. He was about to cry.
(Mom, I don’t want to stay with this person, I will be ruined, I want a rich family...)
Looking at Sikong Yu again, his face was serious and unruffled, and his eyes were as clear as snow and ice.
Huang Dashan secretly thought,
"Awesome. As expected of someone who plays politics. With this determination, tsk tsk, even Shan Ye, I have to write in capital letters."
However, Mayor Sikong Yuda has already started to gallop in his heart at this moment...ah no, thousands of horses are galloping:
"Did he/she just sit on my son's lap?"
"And picking my son's chin!"
"Is this teasing? Is this teasing?"
"My son Wei Mao looks like he's used to it? He doesn't resist at all?"
"Then...this is not teasing, this is Hong Guoguo's a**!"
"I'm done, I'm done..."
"I had long felt that something was wrong with these two children. Why didn't I take it seriously at the time?"
"She called me uncle? Why did she call me uncle? She used to call me uncle! Why did she suddenly change her name to uncle? What's going on? Why did she suddenly feel so panicked? Wait... This is a common routine when meeting parents, right?
, right! Call me uncle first, then uncle, and then the next step is father-in-law and dad! In fact, you girl... you want to call me father-in-law, right?! Wait a minute... I will do it for Mao Hui
Putting this strange title of 'father-in-law' on your own head, it should be your father-in-law... Bah...emmmmm..."
Sikong Yu's mental activity was so intense that he forgot the time. He remained silent and left Bai Suren there.
Bai Suren blinked his rippling eyes,
"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"
Sikong Yu’s heart:
"hiss..."
"Did he/she see something? Is he/she trying to conquer my army? What a powerful girl...boy!"
Looking at his son again, Sikong looked indifferent.
"Isn't this nonsense about true love and posterity popular among young people? My son...my poor son..."
"What's more, this little...it doesn't matter what gender he is, he is also a childhood sweetheart...this, this, this..."
"How many people's outlook on life is defeated by their five senses? As long as they look decent, they are not afraid of bayonets?"
"Even the son I trained has fallen..."
"pill!!"
As he thought about it, Sikong Yu's face began to turn from black to green.
"I still expect him to carry on the family lineage. How can this be done? This is absolutely not okay!"
"What should I do... what should I do... what should I do..."
"My ancestors of the Sikong family, how long will it take if the spirit does not appear now? Please tell Xiao Yuzi what I should do in this situation so that the blood of the Sikong family will not be lost!"
Sikong Yu's expression and eyes were so weird that Bai Suren couldn't help but shrink back. I felt pity for him.
She looked at Sikong innocently and said fearfully,
"Your dad..."
Sikong was almost furious,
"Hey, dad, what are you going to do? What's going on? My friends are all here!"
Turning back to explain to Shan Ye and Wu Ke,
"My dad is an old man. From time to time, he will look up at the sky and get distracted. He is so busy with work. You know, well, he is actually very good."
Huang Dashan looked strange.
(Hey, I was stunned when I saw it. Just now, I was praising you in my heart, Lord Sikong Yu, for being as stable as Mount Tai, the sage! It’s time!)
Wu Ke had an expression on his face that said I would believe whatever you say, and nodded vigorously.
Sikong sighed.
(Damn it, I’m so embarrassed and so angry Sikong Yu! You’re not usually like this, where’s your upbringing? You fed me all?!)
"..."
Sikong Yu didn't even know how he finally walked out of the door of the abominable No. 8 private room. He was so devastated that he felt like he had lost his soul.
After returning to private room No. 1, several heads saw that his face was green and black, and asked cautiously,
"What's wrong... Mr. Sikong, isn't he feeling well? Could it be that... his old illness has relapsed?"
Everyone's hearts were in their throats. If Sikong had any shortcomings, who knows how crazy this person in front of him would be.
Sikong Yu's eyes were blank and he murmured,
"It's not a relapse of the old disease, it's a new disease, it's a heart disease!"