Technically speaking, industry tycoons like Prince Huang, who have a strong talent for seeking death and a strong desire to survive, often have incredible intuition and luck - don't believe it, there are people who even become Luanshan Left Bank in January.
Your Majesty, there is absolutely nothing wrong with luck in this regard.
As for intuition...
Huang Dashan firmly believed that if he dared to beep another word, Su Yourong's collection of pans would be more than just a thought.
A Sikong had already fallen, and Master Shan weighed himself - in the hands of these two insignificant young couple, his weight didn't seem to be much heavier than that of Sikong's sick man?
"Hmm~"
Shanye coughed very hypocritically and ate meat with his head down.
The plump and tender mutton is hot in the mouth, leaving a fragrant aroma on the lips and teeth. The ample portion just lingering in the mouth gives people a great sense of satisfaction.
Then dip it in...uh...
Master Shan was suddenly speechless.
The red segments of devil's pepper stuck to the leg of lamb - if you take one bite of this and apply it internally or externally, are you afraid it will explode on the spot?
[How is anus iron made?] It is enough to understand and study spiritually~
"I...can I replace the chili pepper with chive sauce..."
"No."
Well, I don’t blame Lin Chou, this really doesn’t happen.
Mingguang's taste is generally spicy, and the dipping sauces for hot pot and the like are mostly sesame oil spicy sauce, garlic seafood chili sauce, sesame sauce, etc.
Huang Dashan reminded Lin Chou that she remembered it.
"Well, there seems to be a lot of wild leeks in the Hetao Corridor, and there should be quite a few blooming ones. The big-breasted sister and Yourong will pick some more and pick them up to make leek sauce someday."
How can a restaurant like Boss Lin, who is so sharp, not have this basic level of seasoning? This is a must!
Huang Dashan chatted,
"Hmm, that's a pity..."
Sikong seemed to have recovered, at least he didn't look so painful.
"Lin Chou has caustic soda in the kitchen, why don't I give you some - technically speaking, there's not much difference, don't the ingredients all have an 'alkali'!"
"..."
Mutton dipped in caustic soda? You can’t even imagine it!
"Buzz~"
There was obviously no movement in the ears, but a strange sound was transmitted directly to everyone's "brains", giving people an unreal feeling of dizziness.
The voice of the warlock,
"Hey, I'll go, Master Sanhuang will bless you, hahaha, eh? Why did my hat fall off..."
The magician jumped down from the top of the pavilion,
"Is there anything delicious again?"
The warlock was very happy.
Although his voice was still unpleasant, it was filled with joy.
Of course, this cannot be seen from his expression. The warlock's head is still in that small fluttering shape, so how can he have an expression?
The main thing is that the silver flame beauty above his head is spinning and jumping with her eyes closed, and she is still scattering flowers in the palm of her hand.
Everyone laughed and said,
"Congratulations~"
The warlock uncle cupped his hands and clasped his fists,
"Joy and rejoice together!"
As a result, everyone on the opposite side took at least three steps back - who the hell dares to accept the fist-holding salute from the warlock?
Well, to be precise, the person who retreated the least took three steps back.
A certain fourth-level boss with eight third-level juniors looked back a little blankly at the eight third-level juniors far behind him, his eyes quite deep.
Such a little brother, what the hell do I need from you?!
The warlock had long been used to it, and he shrugged and put on his hood.
Strangely enough, as soon as the hood was clasped, the two huge horns and the silver flame beauty disappeared immediately, as if they were escaping into the void.
Lin Chou sighed with emotion,
"It is indeed a good thing that makes Sister Qingyu hold a grudge. It won't break when soaked in magma. It also has this magical function - it must be worth the old nose's money!"
Warlock:
"Money? What money? I have never touched money! Mingguang owes more than a billion in fines."
Sikong Youyou said,
"It's billions. Thank you. You are the only person so far that Secretary Qin doesn't dare to come to ask for the account."
The old sorcerer scratched his hood,
"Well, I'm a bit ashamed to say it. If my Mingguang farmland hadn't been larger, I could vaguely remember that the Mingguang Peninsula was a large farm before it became Mingguang Port."
Oh, Mr. Warlock, you are really sincere and do not avoid responsibility at all.
The warlock said doubtfully,
"Who is Secretary Qin?"
Everyone said,
"The number one person in charge of taxation! Hehe, as an evolver, Master Warlock, you don't even know Secretary Qin?"
The warlock became even more confused,
"Uh, the person in charge of tax—Dana? What kind of tax is he in charge of?"
Everyone: "..."
We are different~
We pay taxes and you don’t have to pay them! Heretic!
If the identity recognition system crashes every time it encounters the warlock, who would dare to collect taxes from him?
Not to mention that all the tax bills are ruined, but every time one is lost, there must be a bunch of people crying and blinding their eyes, okay~
Besides, the warlock uncle’s money is all used to throw away, how can he have the chance to use it for such trivial things as paying taxes?
Fortunately, everyone who was hit hard quickly found comfort, and the spicy lamb head and trotters dressed in red and green were freshly cooked.
"Dressed in red and hung in green" is definitely a very accurate description. Each sheep has a lot of bright red peppers and green garlic sprouts on its head. The crispy and numb aroma of pepper, chili and Sichuan pepper spreads very overbearingly and is very offensive.
smell.
The marinade has already been reduced to half dry, turning into a thick gravy intertwined with the marinade. The steaming heat makes the green garlic sprouts become soft and green.
The color of the meat and skin on the sheep's head, sheep's hooves and sheep's tail becomes deep red and almost brown, and it looks like a shaky shape. It is crispy but not boneless, and still maintains its intact shape.
The peppery and numbing smell is definitely the best appetizer. Just smelling the peppery and numbing smell in the meat will make some people’s mouths water. It’s time to grab the food every day.
Sikong screamed, "Fuck!"
"Lin Linlinchou, you did it on purpose, right??"
Lin Chou's face was full of black question marks,
"What the hell, what are you talking about!"
Sikong held his chin, vaguely remembering the fear of being dominated by mountain pepper oil - it was definitely the smell that didn't escape!
Sikong gritted his teeth, viciously.
(Hey, the hook hurts a little, so I won’t bite it.)
"Mountain pepper oil, there is mountain pepper oil in it!"
"...."
Lin Chou was speechless, this kid is very vindictive.
Zhao Ziyu laughed and had no good intentions.
"Isn't that to treat your illness? Besides, doesn't Sanhe soup taste good?"
Sikong said,
"These are two different things! Anyway, I won't touch anything with mountain pepper oil. Even if it kills me, I will never eat it again!"
Lin Chou rubbed his face,
"Nothing, there is no mountain pepper oil, I just put some dried branches and leaves in it to give it a flavor."
"hehe."
Lin Chou didn't care about this guy and picked out some sheep's hooves for Leng Han.
"I remember that you really like pig's trotters. Try the sheep's trotters. It should taste great too."
"Um."
...
Half an hour later, Sikong patted his belly and exclaimed, "It smells so good!"
Huang Dashan over there kept shouting anxiously,
"Hey, who is that? The one with seven or eight younger brothers, you don't want to eat the sheep's eyes on your sheep's head, do you? Give them to me, and the sheep's eyes will explode, you are so authentic!" (To be continued)