"You said when you can't chat, the water is already cold, hurry up~"
The old man had already picked up the cup and was about to grab the small pot from Lin Chou's hand and pour it himself, with a worried look on his face.
Lin Chou dodged the old man's hand and said with a smile,
"Old man, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."
The old man rolled his eyes directly at him,
"If you don't eat my tofu, it will turn into frozen tofu."
Lin Chou said,
"This thing is very precious and fragile. If the temperature of the water washes it off, the ginseng flowers will turn into tree roots, making them inedible."
The old man looked very confused,
"Huh? Is that like this?"
He scratched his head,
"It's been a while since the last time I ate this, and it wasn't this way."
"Well, I really don't know how to do it, so I'll let you do it."
Lin Chou said delicately,
"Old man, it's been a while since I last had Chicken Lamborghini. Look..."
Mr. Jie: "Hehehe."
Lin Chou's eyebrows stood up. You are a man who can provide for me with anything, but you still hehe--da??
Boss Lin tapped the lid of the teapot rhythmically, producing a pleasant and rhythmic ancient echo. He felt the temperature of the tea gradually decrease in the small purple clay pot through his fingertips.
Several onlookers looked at him with stern eyes.
Well, Boss Lin seems to be a bit handsome like this.
However, what they don’t know is——
In fact, Lin Chou was thinking at this time, don't listen to this all the time and send a few beeps. What a wonderful process it is to wait...
Damn it, it’s all fart!
It looks very coquettish, but in fact it is very sad and painful.
It's useless to say anything else, even Lin Moumou himself is looking forward to it.
"Tap~"
The big-breasted lady walked in from the front door. Well, her whole body exuded such a cold and negative emotion that it almost blurred the light in the cabin.
The big-breasted lady screamed, making everyone sitting in the room tremble.
"Stupid, ignorant, aging male creature - I'm going to kill you!!"
After saying that, he rushed forward.
Lin Chou:(????)
Ye Yu: (one_one)
Yourong:(￢_￢)
Wu Ke:(???)
Mr. Jie almost suffered a myocardial infarction on the spot from being frightened by this strong woman who was two and a half meters+++. He looked as if he was weak and exhausted.
"You, you, you...what are you going to do..."
The busty lady responded without hesitation.
"you!"
Well, if it weren't for the big-breasted sister grabbing the old man's collar and lifting him up, and holding in her right hand a sharp spear more than three meters long that Lin Chou used to stab the heart when he murdered the super-giant beast.
.
Perhaps the scene might be a little charming and thought-provoking.
The old man’s face is all green,
"You, you, you... you are from Tiankeng... Even if you are from Tiankeng, you can't be so unreasonable... This is Mingguang! Mingguang, do you know that men will not be strangled to death on the spot when they are born?
!”
Su Yourong suddenly closed her nose,
"What does it taste like... so sour... so smelly..."
Wu Ke also sniffed hard, and everyone's eyes focused on Mr. Jie and the big-breasted sister.
The busty sister is extremely sad and angry,
"That damn thing... I don't know what it is! It actually spit on me!"
Only then did everyone realize that the busty lady's hair and clothes were all wet, and the strange smell was obviously coming from the wet marks.
Wu Ke beeped so stubbornly,
"Spitting...the displacement is quite large..."
Lin Chou rubbed his eyebrows.
Hmm? The old man’s mount...
If he remembered correctly, it should be the very handsome alpaca that came and went like the wind, right?
As we all know, alpacas seem to be very willing to spit on others at certain times...
It is said that this is a way to express friendly greetings?!
Lin Chou and Wu Ke urged,
"Calm down, calm down."
"The old man is too old to be frightened by this thing..."
"Isn't it necessary to stab both of them this time?"
"Don't talk nonsense, the old man has such a thin body, at least one class can be strung on these thorns!"
Su Yourong brought a very old and thick cast iron pot from somewhere.
"Sister Akazhi, why don't you try this?"
Mr. Jie's heart collapsed: "..."
Isn't it just a meal? How could it be life-threatening? What the hell happened in just a few seconds?
However, the big-breasted sister finally put the old man down and ran to the side huffing and sulking.
Wu Ke said quietly to the old man,
"You're lucky, you know. Fortunately, Mr. Gungun is not at home, otherwise who would dare to advise..."
Lin Chou sweated.
If this guy Gungun stretches out his claws, he may not be able to stop it - it's a magic attack in physics, and an invisible and intangible gravity field throws it away. Damn it, tell me how to intercept it?
After all this fussing, I have to say that the water temperature in the small purple clay pot is just right.
As soon as the tea soup is poured into the tea cup, a curl of mist rises from the tea cup, the golden ginseng flowers float in the tea cup, and the faint ocean scent follows, brewing densely.
Mr. Jie stared at the tea cup in front of him, forgetting what had just happened for a moment.
"Hiss...this smell...is a bit interesting..."
Boiled cabbage soup, this kind of annoying little devil in the soup, can be the finishing touch on certain occasions.
Mr. Jie didn't even smell the smell of the soup itself. What hit his nostrils was the unique oily aroma of ginseng flowers and the salty freshness of the sea.
The astonishingly pure taste, without a trace of impurities, is like an ocean shrinking in the tea cup, creating thousands of waves in the sense of smell.
After injecting the soul, the ginseng flower stretches to every corner of the tea cup with the water flow, and each line is slightly tightened, bending at a beautiful angle at the tip.
Lin Chou smiled and made a gesture of invitation,
"Taste it."
This unique ginseng flower tea was actually passed down from Lin Moumou’s own father’s father’s father’s father’s father.
Well, Lin Chou felt that his old man probably didn't do it for anything else but just to show off.
Mr. Jie held the small teacup, put it to his nose and sniffed gently.
"Wonderful!"
"What kind of flower is this?"
"The smell here...um...what kind of material is it...there is no idea at all..."
The knowledgeable old man who could support anything suddenly felt troubled. Such a familiar taste seemed to be lingering on his lips, but he couldn't remember it for a long time.
"It's not that complicated. It's not a lot of materials mixed together, but..."
"Is it true that my old man is so old that he can no longer taste the food in his mouth?"
With a click of his tongue, the old man took a sip of the soup in the tea cup.
"Ouch~!"
The old man narrowed his eyes in enjoyment and made loud noises with his mouth.
After a long while, the old man finally breathed out,