Chapter nine hundred and twentieth eight men are big hooves
Mr. Wen said slowly and calmly with a calm expression.
He refastened the cuffs that had broken free due to violent movements, smoothed every wrinkle on his white shirt, and slightly gathered his slightly messy hair.
This is demeanor. The more qualified people are at this time, the more unusual their demeanor will be.
Of course, we usually have to deliberately or unintentionally omit the lengthy process in the early and middle stages, and only express it when we reach that unified and harmonious time, that is, after the fact.
Afterwards, Zhao Er's face looked a little miserable.
But he didn't care, he was already laughing like crazy,
"Hahaha, why are you so gentle? You are as gentle as jade, right? You have the demeanor of a gentleman, right? Have you accomplished your feat?"
Wen Chongjiu walked away calmly, with no intention of paying attention to this guy.
Lin Chou came out with the dishes for two people, turning a blind eye to Zhao Er, who had a bruised nose and face.
It's normal for this guy to be brave enough to curse at the gates of Yanhui Mountain and the Provincial Committee, and get beaten up.
However, the snowman following him made Zhao Er shiver.
"I knocked...he ran out anyway..."
Snow dumpling yingyingying said,
"Why can't I come out? I even made new friends!"
Snowman's new friend is of course Su Yourong.
In just a moment, the two of them suddenly had a common language, or discovered common interests and hobbies, and they wanted to communicate with each other, observe and learn from each other's collections.
Well, to quote the original words of Mr. Xuetuanzi, different paths lead to the same goal. That should be called "the art of freezing time."
Lin Chou was stunned for a while.
The art of freezing time?
——Those pan molds with Huang Dashan’s face printed on them?!
Zhao Er took the wine jar from Lin Chou's hand and opened the mud seal with a snap.
"Tons tons tons tons tons~"
While drinking, I didn’t forget to pick out a large pig’s trotter, holding it in my hand and showing off my teeth.
"This is good, this is good, this is a thief."
"I've eaten at many places, but the pig's trotters here at Linzi are the best for me. The skin is connected to the tendons and bones. It's tight and delicious. It's chewy and chewy. The more you chew, the more delicious it becomes~"
"Everywhere else, it's either so tender that it smells like spices, or it's so salty that you can't even taste it."
Lin Chou's crystal dish meat (big pig's trotters) is mainly made with white brine and cold soaking, which is more suitable for eating cold.
There is a sense of "vigor" in both the tendons and the skin. It is absolutely impossible to tear off a piece of meat without tearing the whole big pig's hoof with teeth. Every tendon and every fiber breaks.
They all want to be heard clearly.
What Lin Chou admires the most is chewing the whole thing, especially in a small shop like his with a wild and rough painting style and a nagging spirit. If you have to remove the bones and cut into thin slices, the beauty is beautiful and beautiful. It always feels a little less bold and more bold.
Quite hypocritical.
Zhao Er tore off a complete tendon with his teeth and chewed it, his face full of satisfaction.
The chewy meat is refreshingly cold, and the mellow taste is revealed in the skin gelatin and tendons. The more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.
The original color of the pig's trotters seemed a bit monotonous, so Lin Chou specially prepared two small dishes of balsamic vinegar sauce. The balsamic vinegar sauce contained whole devil peppers soaked in soy sauce for four hours and a puree of coriander roots.
Dip a little bit, and the vinegar aroma is lingering. The devil's pepper, which has lost some of its momentum with soy sauce, is less sharp and more "twisting" spicy. The spiciness and coriander, the vinegar aroma seems to form a circle in the mouth.
It goes around like a small maze until the moment when the biggest protagonist - Yaoru appears.
Zhao Er said "hmm",
"The dipping sauce in this small plate has a very novel taste, I have never seen anything like it~"
Wen Zhongjiu's eating style is much more elegant than him, one sip of wine and one chopstick of food, in an orderly manner.
Her long hair was slightly messy and spread out when blown by the wind, but she looked extraordinarily graceful and free and uninhibited.
Wen Chongjiu said,
"No wonder, the meat dish that Leng Han mentioned several times is actually quite interesting."
"It looks plain white and clean without a trace of fireworks, which inevitably makes people worry that it is too bland and tasteless. The entrance is the beginning of its beauty and the opportunity to truly come to life."
"I understand, many of Lin Chou's dishes are like this. I want to express that 'the hidden taste is always more than what the guests can see'; is this an artistic conception? Lin Xiaozi's cooking method may be completely different from that of Bafanglou
On the contrary, the Xue family attaches great importance to appearance, form and meaning, and is willing to spend energy on decorating the dishes. As for Lin Chou..."
Wen Zhongjiu glanced at the five large pig trotters lying side by side on the plate, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Lin Chou's first reaction: These words sound a bit familiar...
Then with a confused look on his face, I asked, did I really think about cooking too much when I was cooking?
No matter which nerve or circuit, Boss Lin seems to have no connection with such profound words as artistic conception...
Others don't care so much,
"Master Wen is right~"
"Yes, yes, yes~"
"That's so well said, so right~"
Mr. Wen's comments sound very lofty...
Sure enough, every other line is like a mountain!
We can just call 666~
Not only women, men also like handsome guys sometimes.
Besides, don’t you understand what the nature of human beings is?
——Of course it’s a repeater.
Zhao Er unconsciously touched his head,
"It's amazing that you have long hair that reaches your waist. You can tell from the first glance that you are not a serious person!"
Huang Dashan's friendly reminder: "Mr. Second Master, your hair doesn't matter, what matters is that you have that face."
If it wasn't for the sake of maintaining the noble demeanor of his seniors, Zhao Er would definitely have chosen to let Huang Dashan take the dog as a sacrifice to heaven on the spot.
Zhao Er's eyes swept around Huang Dashan's body with evil intentions, thinking:
(Sure enough, it’s a bit weird. I, Zhao Er, would actually feel afraid of such an aunt’s nonsense?)
(It’s strange. I heard that the one with red eyes is particularly powerful, but even if I can’t beat him, I won’t be afraid...)
(I, Zhao Er, am I afraid of this guy? Oh, this is the most ridiculous thing in the world~)
(Hey, right, right, mentally ill. Before the catastrophe, it was not illegal to kill someone with a mental illness. It must be because of this. This is a problem left over from history. What is wrong is that this world is not me, Zhao Er.)
(Speaking of which, mental illness is really scary. If you change your personality, you can jump up a level? I want this personality too!)
Huang Dashan had seen this kind of look many times and felt no pressure at all.
If every glance could kill him and sacrifice him to heaven, then the world would not need creatures like programmers at all.
Huang Dashan said,
"No, I'm so hungry just looking at it. I just took a few bites of food and I'm not full."
He felt a little resentful towards Xue Tuanzi,
"This is the first time I feel happy eating cows..."
This guy's ability to heal his scars and forget the pain is definitely one of the best in Mingguang, as if he wasn't the one who was so embarrassed before.
Zhao Er said,
"The cow is happy? Wonderful!"
"What to use for stir-frying? Don't tell me to use salty sauerkraut... I'm worried about you... Stir-fried beef with mustard greens and stir-fried beef offal is the same as stir-fried chicken offal with sour garlic. It's a theorem!"
Zhao Er muttered,
"You may not even know about the sweet party and the salty party, but this is a real issue of principle! The kind that do not work together!"
Huang Dashan looked at the green crown on the snowman’s hand,
"Then you and Lin Chou may actually have something in common."
Zhao Er was happy,
"As expected, let's just say that Lin Chou is a thief of professionalism. I, Zhao Er, did not misjudge you!"
The tone of his words was as if Lin Chou would immediately turn his back on Niu after frying him with pickled cabbage.
Zhao Er's pig's trotters become more and more delicious when chewed, and some people are greedy when they hear the sound of his mouth.
"Boss, twenty big pig's hooves, I'm serious."
"Same as the big pig's trotters set meal, served with wide rice."
"It seems like I just gave up my job..."
Of course, there are also those who are strong-willed:
"Mmp, I can't stand it anymore, let's go on a mission."
"+1."
"Farewell!"
The three teams immediately hit it off and turned away, resolutely drifting away, dropping a few lines of dialogue intermittently,
"Mmp, sooner or later I'm going to die in this damn place. I'm on a mission. If I don't go on a mission, I'll really have no money to eat."
"Let's buy a big one to show off. Our team hasn't encountered a decent exotic beast in half a month. Just thinking about it makes me cry."
"Hey, how old is a big order?"
"At least enough for our team's adc to supplement a tomahawk steak~"
"That's really big."
"..."
It is normal for evolutionaries to earn ration money. Most of the people who appear here at this time are teams that have finished paying their poll tax. They have empty wallets but no debts. They can live happily for a full year.
Focusing on the topic brought by Zhao Er, these guys were very interested in talking about "the guy from the dark sea", "shameful", "arrogant", "with his tail between his legs" and so on.
They came together organically and it was a very pleasant conversation.
The muzzles of the guns are all facing "outside", and the atmosphere is harmonious and harmonious.
Suddenly, the intercom in Huang Dashan's car started making a loud noise - for the sake of convenience, this guy directly connected the intercom to the external speakers.
Huang Dashan was talking about sex, so he reluctantly went over and answered the intercom.
"Who the hell? Let's get down to business quickly. You and I are busy!"
Hearing these words, Lin Chou immediately covered his face.
Given Prince Huang's unyielding nature of seeking death, this linguistic logic equivalent to Flag will definitely ensure that he encounters trouble that he cannot afford to cause.
Sure enough, a cold and cold voice suddenly came from the other end of the intercom,
"Oh? What are you busy with, Mr. Shan?"
Huang Dashan almost threw the intercom directly. He was fussing for a while before nodding and bowing and said,
"Hey, it turns out that Mr. Tianxing...why did you have time to think of dialing the radio for me, Xiao Huang..."
Wei Tianxing didn't care about him at all.
"Where is Wen Chongjiu? Is that bastard at Yan Huishan? Let him pick him up!!"
Huang Dashan looked back...
Since the speaker is played externally, Wen Zhongjiu can certainly hear it clearly.
Lord Wen pinched his eyebrows and waved his hand gracefully,
"Ahem... say I'm not here!"
Huang Dashan gave Wen Chongjiu a thumbs-up gesture to indicate receipt.
However, before he could hold back the words "Wen Chongjiu said he was not here", Wei Tianxing suddenly laughed and said,
"My surname is Wen. I'll tell you with my fingers. You're drinking right now. You're holding a wine glass in your right hand, and you might be waving your hands."
Huang Dashan: "......"
Wen Chongjiu: "......"
The sound of Wei Tianxing grinding his teeth came from the speakers,
"Tell the man surnamed Wen that Mingguang has me but him and he without me. Today next year will be the death anniversary of one of him and me. Tell him that there is no hope of saving and he should wait to die!"
"By the way, I'm still saying the same thing, if you kill Wen Zhongjiu, I'll share half of his family property!"
Huang Dashan rubbed his ears, which were so painful from the shock, and made mouth shapes,
"Oh my god, why have you provoked this big boss again recently..."
In a flash, the wine man Wen Zhong arrived next to Huang Dashan and took the microphone.
"Damn fat man, are you being reasonable?"
Wei Tianxing: "The truth? You fat man, all I can tell you is physics!"
Wen Zhong took two deep breaths of wine to avoid losing his temper again.
"Well, I'm unlucky. I grew up with other people's childhood sweethearts. What a sin I've done to Wen Zhongjiu... Damn fat man, if you dare to slander my reputation again, believe it or not, I'm really going to fall out with you.
??"
"You? Qingyu? Bah!" Wei Tianxing's voice suddenly rose two octaves, "You've got a fucking big beard, can you drug Bilian? Even your brother's daughter still misses you.
Human? You? I told you that the surname is Wen——"
A heavy momentum suddenly appeared around Wen Chongjiu, causing the ground to sink.
"Wei Tianxing! Are you done yet? How many times have I told you that I haven't—"
Also interrupted,
"Fart! Your uncle is a watermelon-skinned man. Qingyu's mother's people were beaten as soon as they got off the boat and before the Yan family entered the city. Yan Ning had only a few intact bones left in his body. Is that you?
?Is it you! How dare you say it wasn’t you?"
When Wen Chongjiu heard this surname, his heart skipped a beat, something was very wrong.
(pill...)
"It's okay now. Both Quan Mingguang and Hei Chenhai know that you are fucking trying to get my daughter's idea. Did you mmp, mmp, mmp hear that!!"
"Big pig's hooves, no one is good, men are all big pig's hooves!"
The voice suddenly became quieter,
"You're not really stupid, you actually know how to use Zhao Er as your backer..."
Click~
It hung up over there.
Wen Chongjiu felt stiff all over and turned around in a daze.
"Zhao Er, your uncle, you are cheating on me."
Zhao Er blinked his eyes fiercely, looking very innocent.
"What, what did you say? What do you mean?"
Wen Chongjiu heard a "ho ho" sound from his throat, and his face turned red from holding back.
"With your identity as Mr. Zhao, don't you know that the person who came to Hei Chenhai this time is named Yan."
Zhao Erye raised his legs and trembled freely,
"Ah...it turned out to be Yan...I forgot...who would pay attention to that..."
Wen Zhongjiu gritted his teeth, flicked his sleeves, and soared into the sky.
He actually left.
Lin Chou thought about it a little bit.
"Second Master Zhao, could that person named Yan be Sister Qingyu's..."
Zhao Erpian shrugged angrily,
"That's right, they are the Yan family who came to propose marriage to Wei Qingyu."
Everyone was confused. What was this? They were confused.
Zhao Er patted his butt and stood up.
"If you don't teach them a lesson, do you really think that our Zhao family is all good-tempered?"
Zhao Er turned his back to everyone, with a deep chill brewing in his eyes.
"They are not trying to disturb the Wei family, but they are digging up the roots of the Zhao family."