Uncle Niu showed clear feelings of rejection both in his heart and in his actions.
What's wrong with fortune tellers? Fortune tellers also have principles, okay? Do you know the principle of not doing to others what you don't want others to do to you?
However, the people next to me thought that the proposition "how to let Snow Ball Loli eat a hot meal" was quite interesting. Their minds began to diverge, and they all came up with ideas: what is the use of swallowing the pot with the fire on it?
The origin is to make the shell with private goods inside, so you can eat the meat in one bite without paying attention.
However, Mr. Lu Xun has something to say - in the face of absolute power, all skills are useless.
It's all useless, it's impossible to do.
The enthusiasm of this group of idiots became even higher, and they started a heated discussion as a team. It felt like it had become a team quiz competition——
Lin Chou was heartbroken when he saw it. Who stipulated that being a cook requires mastering such questionable skills? It was too much for his grandma's brains.
For Lin, who is always worried about his pitiful intelligence by his own crappy system, he said he was under a lot of pressure.
(I don’t have much intelligence left. I absolutely must not waste my brain cells easily. I have to use them sparingly.)
It is indeed a waste of brain cells. This problem has obviously become a historical problem in Yanhui Mountain.
The soldiers in the iron-clad camp and flowing water, all the hunting teams that came in and out of Yanhui Mountain in the past two days showed extraordinary care and love for the cute Snow Ball Lolita. Uncle Niu and Ji Tang, who were recovering from their injuries in Yanhui Mountain, sat together.
I can't help it anymore, it hurts in my eyes and my heart feels sad for my misfortune, I am angry and can't argue with it:
Let me knock, Thief Sun, the opportunity to curry favor with the fifth-level boss is right in front of you, but you choose to turn a blind eye?
Xue Tuanzi didn't hold out any hope. If he really lived for two hundred years, then these thoughts written down on paper would definitely bury Yan Huishan alive.
Xue Tuanzi is a restless person, wandering around here and there, except for her daily meals, she is almost nowhere to be found.
It is worth mentioning that shortly after Xue Tuanzi came to Yanhui Mountain, the Gao family sent him a stack of glittering Origin Crystal cards, all of which were in units of "millions."
Lin Chou: Ah, are you reminding me that it’s time to sharpen my sword?
Early in the morning on the third day, Xue Tuanzi held a big meat bun in his hand, chewed the third one in his mouth, and skipped back to the mountain. Zushan on the other side of the mountain stream became a
A must-go place for "walking" with snow dumplings.
His hobby seems to be a bit special. He always likes to bring back some inexplicable trophies, such as a handful of fragrant and bright flowers, a basket of mushrooms that are extremely poisonous at first glance, and a pile of colorful pebbles...
Etc. From her voice to her behavior, she feels like a little girl who hasn't grown up - body shape is not included.
Huang Dashan was whimpering with a bun stuffed in his mouth,
"This snowman feels a bit weird. How should I put it? It gives people the feeling that if you look at him more, your favorability will rise unilaterally - all the hunting teams that came to Yanhui Mountain are surrounding him.
."
Lin Chou spread his hands and said,
"How can I understand the world of bosses? Maybe you should consult Uncle Niu Ji Tang about this kind of thing. They are the professionals."
"Is it possible that this snowman's bloodline ability is to passively increase everyone's favorability?"
Huang Dashan shrugged, "The body is like ice and the heart is like fire?"
The two looked at each other, speechless.
Lin Chou scratched his head, "I still don't understand why he said that Yanhui Mountain is very warm. Even the blast furnace's temperature of thousands of degrees can't warm him up. How could this be possible~"
Huang Dashan emmmmm for a while,
"In other words, what the snowman calls 'temperature' doesn't actually mean 'temperature';?"
Lin Chou said,
"I don't think about it anymore, my brain hurts."
The two talked for a while, and Bao Er rode up the mountain, silently taking the radio that had never been used...ah no...it was written off after only being used once and brought back to the base city for repair.
This machine and Uncle Niu's unrestricted intercom were inexplicably linked to each other, and they exchanged glances with each other. In the end, they were exhausted - the radio, which didn't even have a Yuanjing battery installed, managed to maintain a conversation for more than an hour. Who knows?
How is it done?
Really generate electricity with love?
Bao Er is a thief and has no words to say. I stopped cooking before I could put it to use, which was a bad start.
Bao Er just always wanted to get off to a good start and use a big and vigorous order to impress Boss Lin with his ability to do things - don't you look down on the small and small circulation points in the base city, from beginning to end?
They all look indifferent. I, Bao Er, just want to prove you are wrong. You are so wrong. There are as many fat lambs as cattle in the base city. After Er Er left, Lin Chou came to the back.
From the mountain animal pen, I selected a third-level bull with perfect proportions.
"There aren't many left. There are only two ends left."
There are a large number of fresh carcasses of exotic beasts stored in the cold storage, but the number of "high-grade" exotic beasts like Lei Niu is still very small. The so-called "high-grade" refers to the ingredients rather than the level - not all the exotic beasts are the same.
Suitable for consumption.
The base city only selects those exotic beasts that are poisonous and will have obvious adverse effects on evolvers, and then distribute them out in batches according to their level. They don't even consider whether the meat of a certain alien beast is suitable for consumption.
eat.
Evolutionaries originally didn't mind the taste of exotic animal meat. As long as they could provide enough origin, they would accept it.
Every evolver who made a contribution in the battle of the beast tide can get some. This is Mingguang's old tradition. It seems that there are many sent to Lin Chou, but there are no top-notch ones at the same level. They should be at the base.
Has the city considered the reason why Lin Chou has a huge underground cold storage here?
Lose, lose, lose...
Now Yanhui Mountain has become a new option for some evolvers. In other words - it's not that the beasts are not cool enough, but that the evolvers have a higher vision.
Lin Chou's beef steak only sells one piece a week, and the stock is sufficient, but other parts are not enough, such as Tom and Jerry's large steak, sizzling beef tongue, beef offal soup...
These all require spare parts from the Lei Niu. Of course, the main reason why Lin Chou decided to slaughter another Lei Niu was because his favorite spicy beef hooves were about to be out of stock.
It takes a long time to naturally smoke and air-dry the cow's hooves. You need to prepare in advance. With the knife in hand, the beating cow leaves peacefully, and the gurgling cow blood flows into the basin.
Blood tofu made of cow blood is a good choice to put in beef offal soup. Some hunting team members also asked Lin Chou to simmer the blood into the meat when killing the cow. The result of this is that the beef tastes stronger.
It's even more fishy, especially when the beef is fried with salter's stone. The juice is rich compared to the chicken, and most people can't enjoy this visual feast.
Evolvers, who have been fighting in the wilderness all year round, generally have a heavy taste, and Lin Chou's cooking methods have also been slightly adjusted.
Huang Dashan suddenly came over,
"Come on, come on, let's take a look. How long is this cow's whip? I'm gone. The iron pestle has been ground into a needle. Where is it?"
Lin Chou rolled her eyes,
"What a fucking cow!"
Huang Dashan let out a disappointed sound, and looked around the animal pen.
"Why isn't there a bull? Isn't it better to beat a bull than a bull?"
Lin Chou was too lazy to care about this guy.
"It's not like when you two little yellow chickens were still there, you were fighting the cows that the hunting team had in hand."
Huang Dashan was embarrassed,
"The mother is good, the mother is even more awesome!"
Lin Chou: "......"
Vulgar, too vulgar, this guy is getting more and more frustrated.
Lin Chou said quietly,
"Actually, it doesn't have to be a bullwhip. For example, as you just said, it is also a unique skill."
Huang Dashan: "?"
At this time, Xue Tuanzi suddenly came back from the back mountain, still carrying the basket that had been with him for two days.
Xue Tuanzi saw Lin Chou cutting up the body of a bull and said,
"Eat more mutton. Mutton is warming and nourishing. It is a heart-warming ingredient."
Lin Chou, Huang Dashan: "......"
The basket of snow dumplings came back full again. Lin Chou asked with a smile,
"What did you find today?"
Lin Chou secretly threw away the poisonous mushrooms and other things in the past two days, not even burying them on the spot. Wouldn't it be a sin if they were eaten by the diligent Xiaoqiu?
The snow dumplings raised their baskets,
"This time it's ingredients, you can definitely eat them, I promise~"
Lin Chou took the basket and glanced at it, then stared at Master Shan with a very strange look.
"Hey, something weird happened. What did you say?"
Master Shan was regarded as a bit smart by Lin Chou,
"Knock, what are you looking at? You've never seen a handsome bald man like me?"
The snowman is looking forward to yingyingying,
"How about it? It's food, it's edible!"
Lin Chou nodded,
"It's indeed food."
This is a vegetable that is not very common around Mingguang, wild mustard.
The wrinkled leaves are in the shape of chicken feet or forks, covered with tiny furry spikes. The edges of the jagged leaves are slightly rolled up, making them look very thick. Several large leaves have smaller leaves squeezed close to each other in the center.
An emerald green flower stalk emerged from it, blooming with a small light yellow flower.
"Wrinkle-leaf mustard is a type of first-order magic plant, but it rarely produces magic plant essence. It tastes spicy and slightly bitter."
Huang Dashan said doubtfully,
"Have you ever eaten this before??"
"How is that possible? It's very expensive. I just heard about it."
This basket of mustard greens had a miserable experience. The moment it was picked, it was quickly frozen into a lump by the snow dumplings. It was crystal clear. When it was handed over to Lin Chou, it began to drip, and the leaves became soft and disappeared.
Full of energy.
The snowman was very sad after seeing it,
"It doesn't taste good..."
Lin Chou said,
"No, no, no, mustard greens that have been beaten by autumn frost have the best taste. Well, to be honest, this can barely be considered as having been beaten by frost... It's just that the temperature is a bit too high..."
After cooking the Lei Niu three times, five times and two times, Lin Chou carried the basket into the kitchen.
"More dishes to add today~"
I was still humming when I entered, and I was obviously in a good mood.
Huang Dashan is inexplicable,
"Are all cooks such weird personalities?"
Snow dumpling reviews,
"The personality of a chef comes from his preference for ingredients."
Looking up and down the snow dumplings on Huang Dashan,
"I asked, are you with a handle or without a handle?"
Crack, click, click~
Xue Tuanzi left, leaving behind a real-life Huangdashan ice sculpture named Curiosity Killed the Cat.
(No wonder you and Cold Tyrannosaurus have a common language and can chat even across the stove.)
In the thick ice shell, the bone-deep cold is like sharp steel needles poking holes in Huang Dashan. This is a cold that even a physically strong evolver like Huang Dashan can hardly bear. It is even colder than the cold.
Han's bloodline ability seems to be even more exaggerated, the kind that directly attacks the soul with five consecutive attacks:
Are you cold?
Are you cold...
You are cold...
you...
Is your grandma cold or not?
Moreover, it seems that it is very possible that this kind of coldness also contains a suspicious "magic damage" attribute. After being frozen for such a short time, even an alternative master like Prince Huang, who takes pleasure in seeking death, feels that he has no hope of living.
So tired and full of negative energy.
Click click click~
The ice shell shattered, Huang Dashan shook his body,
"Knock, what's wrong with me? Is my brain frozen?"
Huang Dashan couldn't calm down his little heart for a long time like that feeling just now.
"It's not a matter of temperature, absolutely not. There's something weird about this snow ball loli."
The expression on Huang Dashan's face became extremely serious when he entered the dining room. Xue Tuanzi just hummed cutely and ignored him.
——This made Su Yourong, who was helping in the kitchen, feel like he was being robbed of business again.
(Hey, hey, I can do it too. He’s white, fat, and amazing. He doesn’t even have eyes!)
Huang Dashan organized his words and asked carefully,
"Boss Snowman, your...cold...maybe you don't just mean the temperature, right?"
Xue Tuanzi said,
"I didn't know. Anyway, I'm used to being cold. Sometimes when I wake up, a large area will turn into an iceberg. I have to live in a deserted place. Later, I simply hid in the blast furnace.
Yes, I sleep more and wake up less."
Huang Dashan was speechless. With this ultra-low temperature that even he could not withstand, if it really spread over a large area, it would be even more terrifying than the warlock's meteorite summoning technique.
——Mingguang, Mingguang, what have you experienced in the past two hundred years? Who gave you the stubbornness to stand so strong?
(I can’t smell anything from his mouth. Is this person really two hundred years old? Why does he look so ignorant...)
Just as Huang Dashan was thinking about it, Uncle Niu jumped in from outside the door.
"Hey, this tastes like... the goose with blood sauce that I ate when I first met Lin Chou..."
Huang Dashan sniffed hard,
"What smell, there is no smell, I don't smell anything!"
"Your sense of smell begins to decline at a young age?" Niu Lanshan glanced at him, "Hey... what did you do that was so unreasonable? How come Yang Huo was suddenly suppressed like this?"
"What's the fire??"
"You don't understand what I'm talking about. It's only temporary. You can make up for it by rolling out a few more waists."
Huang Dashan covered his lower back——
I knock!
You, Grandpa Dashan, don’t want to lose face?
Why would a guy randomly appear and sound like he's seen everything!
Niu Lanshan simply sat next to Huang Dashan, looking at his broken leg and muttering,
"The effect of jellyfish soup combined with magic plant essence is very powerful. I feel like my legs will grow back in less than half a month." (To be continued)