(Thanks to the lovely Yunyan for the 10,000-coin reward, and for being promoted to the Hall Master. Although I really want to say something, I feel like any words are a bit redundant, don’t you?
It's all in the wine.
Thanks to Fanxingkongwu for the 200 coin reward, 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, "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 have just started to feel better in the past two days, and I am 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. The existence of 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 in to five buckets of rice? How can you succumb to the offensive of money? Treat money like dung. It can emerge from the mud without being stained. You can 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, and the white dome was snickering.
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 battle axes were taken, and any remaining materials were collectively called scraps. Lin Chou was advised to feed the scraps for 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. For example, the typical pig's blood soup on the other side was 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 sky! ! Ahem.
Just five meters long and two spherical objects with a diameter of more than half a meter, it is a treasure of the third-level bullfighting! Don't you really want to add some special effects to it? Is it worthy of it? ah? !
"Haha, Boss Lin...are you ready with the Bull-beating Bull-whip Bull 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 in a row, 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, oh, oh, why are there so many stinky men? What a bad daddy! How can I meet anyone in the future? I'm so embarrassed." !! Wuwuwu..."
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.
Master Shan swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and his eyes almost fell out.
Bai Qiong was stunned for half a second, 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...poof!" Lin Chou almost shouted out, "Um, Bai...may I ask if you are...a man or a...female?"
Lin Chou was in a daze. With this guy's condition, he didn'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 sorry for himself, "I hate being born as a man and paying for gold threads 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!"
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, Master Bai, Master Shan, Ziyu, you haven't paid the bill yet!"
"Tomorrow...tomorrow!!"
"Dare you ask me your surname? Also, you don't know your 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 think about how to eat that thing first, right? 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’s even better.”
Lin Chou nodded, "Wait a moment."
A five-meter-long giant object was pulled out from the thermostatic cabinet and carefully wrapped 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 table with a bang, "Oh, bullwhip, and cow treasure."
"What should I do? I can't even eat half a small bowl of rouge rice..."
Lin Chou looked at the more than three hundred kilograms of bullwhip that was over five meters long and nearly one meter in diameter on the island, 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...
