Chapter 90 The five-meter amateur congratulates the hall master!
(Thanks to the lovely Yunyan for the 10,000 starting coin reward, and for being promoted to the Hall Master. Although I really want to say something, I feel that any words seem a bit redundant, don’t you?
It's all in the wine.
Thanks to Fanxingkongwu for the reward of 200 starting coins, okay.)
Early in the morning, the heat was steaming as always, and the wilderness, which had not seen a drop of rain for two consecutive months, was like an oven.
Zhao Ziyu sneakily touched Bai Qiongshou's table and said, "Uncle Bai, Uncle Bai, I saw Uncle Dashan crying yesterday!"
Bai Qiongshou laughed heartily, "Well done, Master Ziyu, tell me, that blind bear can also cry?"
"Go away, little bastard, are you talking bad about me again?"
Huang Dashan walked in with a bang and put the wooden barrel in his hand on the counter. "Brother Lin, the old guy asked me to bring you some samples to try."
Lin Chou unscrewed the lid of the barrel, and a pungent sour smell hit his scalp, "Hiss, it's so damn sour..."
Huang Dashan opened his arms and wiped away the sweat one by one, "This bucket costs more than 60,000 points in circulation. Mother, I only drink Qingquan Mountain for a few thousand points a pot."
Lin Chou handed a black sign to Ziyu, then moved the vinegar bucket into the kitchen, "Help me hang it at the door."
Zhao Ziyu took the sign, glanced at it, and said with a grimace, "Brother Chou, are you still closed tomorrow?"
Mr. Shan quit his job and said, "Hey, hey, hey, brother Lin, you are not honest. I will help you go to the sour, smelly and hard old man's house again and again to collect debts, and you will go out of business every day."
, No! I don’t agree, Master Shan, I just started to feel better in the past two days, and I’m about to break through the second-level intermediate level! No, no, how can I stop the medicinal diet at this time?”
Lin Chou said, "Someone paid a high price and wanted to book the restaurant for a day."
Huang Dashan glared angrily, "Lin Chou, Boss Lin! This is your fault. An existence like a restaurant is to serve the public and dedicate itself to the public. Brother Lin, a top herbalist like you who can defeat the Jiushan Palace with your high demeanor and energy saving,
How can you give up for five buckets of rice? How can you succumb to the offensive of money? Treat money like dung, it will emerge from the mud without being stained, and you will always hold on to your money. This is what you should do, brother Lin."
Lin Chou shrugged, "I still think making money is more important."
Huang Dashan was speechless, while Bai Qiong's head snickered.
Lin Chou silently stared at the thermostatic cabinet in the back kitchen, the ingredients identified by the black heart system:
For example, for a bullfight, the system determined that only twenty-six tomahawks were taken, and any remaining materials were collectively called scraps. Lin Chou was advised to feed the scraps from the fence.
Even if Lin Chou could make the remaining ingredients into beef offal soup, beef heart soup, and beef hot pot, they wouldn't even bring BUFF. Another example is the typical pig blood soup on the other side, which is simply out of the restaurant's door.
The system will turn it into garbage.
Lin Chou deeply hated this, but there was nothing he could do about it. As for the reason for his deep hatred...
Of course it’s about that big guy who’s in the air between the sun and the earth!! Ahem.
It's just five meters long and has two spherical objects with a diameter of more than half a meter. It's a third-level bull-fighting treasure! Why don't you give it some special effects? Is it worthy of it? Ah?!
"Haha, Boss Lin...are you ready with the Bull-beating Bull-whip Cow Pokémon that I want?"
A child's voice, as clear and moving as a deer's cry, came slowly, and then, a fragrant breeze blew at the door of the restaurant, and a white figure turned and entered.
Bai Qiongshou and Huang Dashan's eyes were bright, and Zhao Ziyu opened his mouth wide, "Yawn! Yawn!"
After sneezing several times, Zhao Ziyu's eyes turned red, "Well... I seem to be allergic..."
The person who came was stunned for a while, then screamed like a cat that had stepped on its tail, "Oh my, my, why are there so many stinky men? What a bad daddy! How can I meet anyone in the future? I'm so embarrassed."
!!Woooooooo..."
This man was dressed in a white gauze robe, with black hair like a waterfall, a pair of eyes like stars and jade, thin lips like two pink marshmallows, and slender bare hands holding his cheeks, which were as red as fire.
Mr. Shan swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and his eyes almost fell out.
Bai Qiong was stunned for half a second at first, then his face turned pale and blood surged up, and acid began to return from his stomach.
Lin Chou was also confused, "Who are you?"
The woman in white robe said, "My father made an appointment with Boss Lin yesterday to book the shop today. You little brother, how can you do this... Hey, little brother, you are so handsome, slave."
,Slave...Oh, I’m so embarrassed.”
Lin Chou felt that the goosebumps falling off his body could make him a big bowl of fried noodles for this indifferent thing, "Is it you? You made an appointment, isn't it tomorrow?"
"My name is Bai Suren. You can just call me Suren."
"Su... Oops!" Lin Chou almost shouted out, "Well, Bai... may I ask if you are... male or... female?"
Lin Chou was in a daze. With the condition of this guy, he doesn't really need that treasure, right? How about I stay here and give it to those who really need it?
"The slave is a boy..." Bai Suren frowned slightly, feeling sad and self-pitying, "I hate being born as a man, and receiving gold thread every year just to make wedding clothes..."
His heart was trembling, and Lin Chou's scalp was numb, "Well, how about you come back tomorrow?"
Bai Suren pursed her thin lips and said, "Forget it, just today, I have a performance tomorrow!"
If you act, if you perform...
Bai Qiongshou dragged Ziyu and Shan Ye out of the door and disappeared in the blink of an eye. God knows how an agile evolved person could get such strength.
Lin Chou shouted worriedly, "Hey, Mr. Bai, Mr. Shan, and Ziyu, you haven't paid the bill yet!"
"Tomorrow...tomorrow!!"
"Dare you ask me your surname? Also, you don't know my slave's name?"
Why do I need to know your name, buddy? "My name is Lin Chou."
"Young Master is a good name. I wonder what your hobbies are? Do you like listening to music? How about I sing a piece of Peony Pavilion for you?"
"Uh, there's no need for this." Lin Chou broke into a cold sweat, "You should first think about how to eat that thing? Steamed? Braised? Stir-fried?"
Bai Suren was obviously a little disappointed, but he still said, "I've been a little angry recently. I want to eat something light and light. My appetite is very small, and my father has repeatedly told me to eat it all... If only I had a cup."
Appetizer wine, that would be even better.”
Lin Chou nodded, "Wait a moment."
Pull out a five-meter-long giant object from the thermostatic cabinet and carefully wrap it in white oil-absorbing paper.
"Ah!" Bai Suren screamed softly, covering his thin lips with his hand, "Mr. Lin, what is that in your hand?"
Lin Chou placed the bullwhip on the island with a bang, "Oh, bullwhip, and cow treasure."
"What can we do? I can't even eat half a small bowl of rouge rice..."
Lin Chou looked at the more than 300 kilograms of bullwhip that was more than five meters long and nearly one meter in diameter on the island table, and then looked at Bai Suren's cherry-shaped mouth and bean sprout-like figure. If he could be rolled into dough, he might be able to make it.
Put this thing in.
I don't know why, Lin Chou suddenly felt a little blushing, so evil...