Lin Chou coughed and said,
"Ahem, you know, papaya and crucian carp in milk soup, it is a holy product for nourishing yin, nourishing skin, beautifying and enlarging breasts, an ancient recipe before the catastrophe! Although the method is different, the effect of my dish must be the same, well, Only strong, not weak.”
"MMP, Lin Zi, who has always been honest and honest, has learned to lie. Who taught you??"
The bald head suddenly became furious and had an upright look on his face.
Everyone’s eyes are focused on Master Shan,
"Look, look at your uncle, what do you think I'm doing?"
Of course Lin Chou was even less happy.
"Then how can you say it's a lie? When did I lie to you? You touch your own conscience. I allow you to think about it before you say anything."
The bald man groaned, reached in and squeezed his pectoralis major.
frown,
"I don't feel much, neither big nor small."
"So, it must be a lie."
The reason is impeccable.
I don’t blame the bald head, it’s just that my conscience and boobs are too close.
Lin Chou drew a slowly upward curve,
"This is a continuous, slow process, just like traditional Chinese medicine. Do you understand that it needs to be calculated based on the course of treatment?"
Everyone shook their heads together.
"It's enough to fool those stupid roe deer in the base city. They're not the type to be evolved, so what can I do?"
Lin was anxious,
"It's not the food of evolutionaries. It can't be said to be a lie. It's genuine, do you understand?"
Everyone hissed and ate the food while nodding indifferently.
"Yeah."
"We are all showmen, so can we tear down Brother Lin, do you think that's right?"
"Okay, okay, a bunch of big guys will trick you."
Lin Chou was speechless and announced that this trial would be included in the blacklist of most failed dishes.
...
Full of wine and food, he was paralyzed in bed.
Everyone's sitting posture is not very good-looking, mainly because it takes a while to digest after eating too much.
Huang Dashan is still humming,
"I can't believe that a carnivore like Grandpa Dashan could one day become a vegetarian."
"Is this considered vegetarian?"
Master Shan said,
"Of course, only rabbits eat fruit!"
Bai Qiongshou frowned,
"Have I offended you?"
"Hey, Rabbit's surname is not Bai, why are you so excited?"
While everyone was talking, Sikong's figure walked in from the door.
"A sneeze, a sneeze!"
As soon as I come in, I can't stop sneezing.
"This smells like...a sneeze!"
After sneezing, he started coughing violently. His thin body made people worry whether he would be blown away by his own sneeze.
Lin Chou frowned,
"Didn't you say your health is getting better? What's wrong?"
After not seeing each other for a few days, Sikong's already thin face had lost even a little bit of flesh. You could almost see a trace of blue blood vessels in his pale face. His cheekbones were prominent and he looked very scary.
Sikong said,
"This is my old problem, but it's you who got ripped off?"
"..."
Lin Chou rolled his eyes,
"what happened?"
Sikong blushed and smiled sheepishly,
"Hey, it's shameful to say that the smell of penguin excrement has been too strong recently - my fragile lungs can't stand such air. I felt dizzy just before I was about to go out. This is not, I came over just as I was able to get out of bed and move around.”
Huang Dashan grinned,
"I say Mr. Sikong, you should stop crowing for a while. Why do you put so much effort into it? With such a small body, you still dare to jump into the wilderness? I'm not afraid that a gust of wind will blow you down."
Sikong smiled bitterly,
"If you don't move, I will really die young. Lin Zi, let's have a bowl of pig blood soup first. Is that thing... still available?"
Lin Chou nodded,
"There is still some half-crocodile dragon meat, but in your current state... you are too weak and cannot be replenished. It would be better to order half-crocodile dragon."
Sikong sighed with a very sad expression.
"Lin Zi, when I die one day, if you have nothing else to do, remember to cook two good dishes, tie some paper horses and paper man's big sword and burn them for me."
"Vegetables should be less oily and spicy, swords should be green and horses should be Lu, paper girls should have big breasts, mouth, small waist, thin hips, no more than eighteen years old, no less than 1.65 meters tall."
"Well, that's all for now, I have no other requirements."
"puff."
Huang Dashan almost spit out all the food he had just eaten.
Lin Chou raised his eyes,
"That is to say, the paper used to tie the paper figurines must be paper from eighteen years ago. Are you worried if it doesn't hurt when you use it?"
Sikong was stunned.
Lin Chou said,
"Okay, it's settled then - before I burn the girl for you, I will repair the book and send it over first. When the burned paper figurine passes, you have to hold on tight and don't let others snatch it while it's still hot."
Sikong twisted his mouth,
"Brother, I haven't seen you for a few days. Your taste is getting more and more sophisticated."
Lin Chou glanced sideways at Huang Dashan and others.
"If this room is close to red, it will be red. If it is close to ink, it will be black."
Huang Dashan slapped the table,
"Don't poke your eyes around when a child is talking. Do you know that the eyeballs are easy to dodge and cannot be found in the mouse hole?"
Lin Chou spread his hands,
"Look~"
It is absolutely unbearable for normal people to watch a senior patient who has been ill for decades eat. It is too strenuous.
After a while, half of the person was suffocated.
Sikong sighed, feeling unbearably depressed. He didn't even take a few sips of the soup, so he put down his spoon and turned around to go out.
Lin Chou's face was full of sorrowful sympathy, looking at his back he hesitated to speak.
Alas, I lost again, this guy didn’t get paid.
Once people are depressed, they need some entertainment activities.
When Sikong left, he planned to ask Wu Ke to go back to the base city with him.
Wu Ke also had a look on his face. He looked at the thick stack of blank reports in his hand and shook his head with a wry smile.
"Forget it, I won't go. If I go to the kind of place you go to often, I feel like my life will be shortened."
After Sikong left, Master Shan came up and said,
"Hey, hey, what kind of place is this? Tell me, is it a nice place like that?"
Wu Ke said,
"What's a good place for um~ahem~? Why do you look so weird?"
"..."
Mr. Shan was so unhappy.
"Hypocritical, so hypocritical."
He turned around and smiled again,
"Next time Mr. Sikong takes you to a nice place, remember to call me."
Wu Ke finally finished writing a piece of report paper and said without raising his head,
"I mean, uncle, now that you're old enough, you also like young people's stuff?"
Mr. Huang coughed,
"You know what? It's called a person who is old-hearted and still has a childlike innocence. Only people like me can live a long time."
"That seems to make sense...are you sure you want to go?"
"Sure."
"Okay, I'll ask you to come with me next time."
Mr. Huang’s plan succeeded.
"Great, but where did you go?"
Wu Ke frowned and clapped his fingers.
"The first time I went to fight crickets for a day, the second time I went to eat beef hotpot, the third time I drank soybean juice, the fourth time I ate stinky mandarin fish, the fifth time..."
"Ugh...Okay, stop talking and stay away from me! Low IQ may be contagious!"
