Wait, this rice cake... Bah... Sai rice cake... Bah... This baked purple cloud snail with pepper sprouts ※ (emphasis added), why does this boss always feel an ominous rush?
Got cheated?
Lin Chou glanced up and down casually with a lot of anger.
"Emmmm, there's nothing wrong with it, it's all in buff mode."
Damn it, the system keeps replenishing the intelligence value all the year round. I am afraid that if it is replenished by a certain host, it will cause him to lose his mind.
This was the first time that Lin was not in the mood to see what kind of special effects his cooking would produce.
——Because this Goubi system has already made all the menus.
The three words "race rice cake" on the brand are so dazzling even if they are black.
It feels so shameful to hang it on the roof like this. Hey, Ziyunxia doesn't want face... Why doesn't this boss also want face? !
At this time, Mr. Sikong, with fluttering clothes, stepped in from the door, with a shiny sword scabbard across his waist.
The classic white robe covers the body, so the slender figure becomes more and more thin, the skin is as white as jade, the eyes are deep, and the delicate face is a little sick but does not look pretentious at all - who makes a parent handsome enough? .
Before the catastrophe, just because of his appearance, he had to go to the anorectal department at least three times a day, and he didn't run away.
The hand of Mr. Sikong opened with a "pop" sound, and a very artistic picture of snowy mountains and cold plum blossoms was revealed on the fan. On the far left, a dragon and a snake were holding a pen and the word "Tang".
Sikong glanced around and said disappointedly,
"Damn, why aren't there any outsiders?"
Then he piled on the chair as softly as if the bones had been pulled away, and shouted,
"I won't leave, I won't leave today. It's too much effort to come here. There is no road in the first place. Once the tide of beasts passes by, there will be big holes on the ground. The car that drove all the way almost broke my little body. "
Lin Chou said curiously,
"Eh? Not busy?"
Sikong said,
"What am I busy with? When did I get busy? Are there any new dishes? Can I eat them?"
After not coming to this small restaurant for a day, Mr. Sikong felt that something was missing.
Normally, the chef at home is obviously no worse than this evil evildoer, but he just can't eat it.
"Of course... you can't eat it."
"Depend on!"
Sikong cursed and looked at the warlock who was like a starving ghost reincarnated and the skeleton opposite him.
"This Master Warlock, oh, has he changed his profession? Necromancer or Necromancer Summoner?"
The warlock and the skeleton turned their heads together,
"This is my mount, isn't it handsome?"
The corner of Sikong's mouth twitched, probably he was cursing in his heart.
Looking around, he said,
"Oh, the taste of snails? Good stuff! The French baked snails made by my chef are very authentic~"
The warlock was disappointed, but Lin Chou was overjoyed.
"Hey, let's go, finally there is someone who is not blind. As the old saying goes, he who knows food is a hero!"
Sikong waved his hand,
"Stop talking nonsense, let's get some elbow peeling first. Half-crocodile, do you still have that soup...you know!"
When a shiny gold card was thrown out, Lin Chou immediately put all the unhappiness behind and took out two large casseroles from the thermostat.
"It's still hot. I prepared it when I was free last time."
"Reliable!"
Sikong smiled, quite satisfied.
"This is the attitude you need~"
Lin Chou took the gold card and quickly ran to the counter and sat down.
(Bah, it’s not all about this card.)
The warlock over there doesn't know what "organ" he uses to simulate the sound of inhaling through the nose.
"Hiss...it smells so good...I seem to smell the smell of a dragon-tiger fight!!"
The corners of Sikong's eyes twitched and he cursed in his mind,
"This dog's mouth is like a dog's nose!"
His expression remains unchanged,
"What's the fight between dragon and tiger? This is the Shiquan Dabu Decoction specially ordered by me. It can nourish the kidneys, strengthen yang and cure tuberculosis. If you want to drink it, come over and grab a bowl for yourself. What excuse are you looking for?"
The warlock scratched his head and said in confusion,
"Uh... did you smell it wrong? Go back tonight and adjust the resolution of the olfactory prosthesis. Damn it, I've been feeling weird for the past two days!"
The conversation between the two made Lin Chou stunned for a moment. Damn it, could it still be like this?
Then the restaurant suddenly became quiet, and the only sounds left were the warlock's eating sounds like "clatter, emmmmm, ah woo" and the crisp collision of Sikong's spoon and casserole.
Rolled his eyes,
"I said, eat slowly and no one will compete with you. Look at Sikong Xing. Just by looking at the way this guy eats, you can tell that his ancestors have been nobles for eight generations."
The warlock picked up a chopstick and put the dish into his mouth, staring blankly at the synchronous "click-click-click" chewing of the skeleton monster opposite him.
"Children from rich families like you have a very negative attitude towards food. You eat a little bit of everything. You never really felt hunger in your childhood. You want to break down your soul into protein to fill your stomach. despair."
Sikong blinked his eyes, not knowing what was happening.
The big-breasted sister suddenly sighed, obviously feeling the same. After all, the living conditions in the sinkhole were not that good.
Su Yourong pouted and almost cried.
"Hmm, once my brother and I were so angry that we didn't eat for a whole day. It was so uncomfortable!"
This child didn't say "why not eat minced meat" on the spot, which can be regarded as a success in the background of the catastrophic era.
Lin Chou sneered, as if no one had ever suffered from hunger, but it would be wrong for you to use your racial talent to make excuses.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. His hunger and misfortune are all innate. It doesn't matter how much he eats. Their structures are different and how can they be compared? This is what he told me himself before."
The warlock said quietly,
"Lin, you are Hong Guoguo's racial discrimination, do you know that?"
"To be honest, I was actually complimenting your talent."
Lin Chou asked Sikong,
"How is the base city? Is it over?"
Sikong said,
"Good morning, we have just sorted out the strange beasts outside the city. The edible ones have been hauled away and distributed according to needs. We have also collected all the usable materials. The entire outside of the base city is now a huge slaughterhouse. The ground is full of It's all rotted meat, the smell is just awful... In two days the burying work will be carried out, and it will take ten and a half months to complete."
"How about uptown?"
"What can we do? Just build it if it's destroyed. There are so many people who want to take on these big projects for free. Those who want to take advantage of the opportunity to gain power and stabilize their position are almost going to have their heads broken. People who are dead in Shangcheng District are nothing. It's not just like wheat cropping after cropping. Those big families have dug fortifications early, and the mouse holes are well hidden. The dead are just some losers. They don't care about it. They are doing it in the open. The top is just pitiful, just for others to see... The real unlucky one is the Xiacheng District. Liu Renjun and the Blood Corpse killed many people, and now they have a terrible headache... What's even worse is that the farming and pastoral areas have also been destroyed. It is almost destroyed. It is very difficult for ordinary people during this period. They can only live on the zero-level and first-level alien beasts saved by the beast tide. The beast tide is full of high-level beasts, and there is not much they can eat. There are many, the Jiang family is preparing to release all the reserved grains and dried meat at a fair price, but there is still a possibility of famine - don't tell the outside world about the loss of production in the farming and pastoral areas, the base city is hiding it, Liu Renjun is so troubled by the lower city. It’s not safe. If this matter comes out, something might happen.”
Lin Chou never thought that the beast tide brought tens of thousands of tons of meat, but the people in Xiacheng District might still go hungry?
"Wait! That's wrong!"
Lin Chou was puzzled.
"Then how did I get here before..."
Sikong rolled his eyes at him,
"The fat house is really carefree. No wonder there is such a thing as the fat house happy water."
"..."
While talking, six more people came in from the door, four men and two women.
Lin was very happy.
"Okay, is there some business coming?"
After how many days, it finally opened. The visit of the God of Wealth can indeed bring good luck.
Lin Chou looked at Sikong with more friendly eyes.
"Don't say anything anymore, Yourong? Yourong! Each person will be served with a cup of cold water from the well! Sikong's cup will be replaced by a basin!"
"..."
The forehead of the person who just came in was suddenly covered with black lines.
The two women whispered,
"It's exactly what they said. In Boss Lin's territory, you have to pay first to pull out weeds..."
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense!"
The leader of the middle-aged evolutionaries placed a dark purple card on the table.
"I've met Boss Lin, and I've admired his name for a long time. Sorry, we know the rules here."
Lin Chou's grin almost reached behind his ears, and he seemed to say boldly,
"No matter where you are, you don't look like you are eating the King's meal. What, the menu is on it, and the effects are all written on it."
The middle-aged evolutionist glanced at it,
"Then let's have a dog meat pot first, this, that, and the sashimi too. Hey, to tell you the truth, this is all I want in my life. I heard they say that the dog meat here, Boss Lin, is all third-grade and fourth-grade. A big guy of the highest level? Think about it, you can actually eat such level of fairy meat, tsk, you are so lucky..."
Then he whispered,
"I just ate this meal... I don't know if I can eat such good food again in the future..."
"Award, reward, reward, uh, what did you say?"
"Ha, it's nothing, just talking to myself."
The five people who followed the middle-aged man in followed each other and ordered several more dishes. They looked ferocious and gritted their teeth, choosing the expensive ones. Their posture seemed to be willing to kill the emperor and pull him down.
——What's the matter, you can't live without going bankrupt?
Lin Chou blushed a little. After all, doing business requires a steady flow of water. What should these guys do if they starve to death outside after eating this meal?
"Well, there are a total of sixteen dishes, 3.96 million, what, in fact, you can't seem to finish them all..."
Unprecedented persuasion,
"How about two less?"
Five of the six people suddenly took a breath,
"Wu Cao... Sure enough, the legend is true..."
"Four million for a meal, damn, I'm really broke."
"What, do I want to fast and take a bath as a sign of respect?"
The leading middle-aged man glanced at the warlock's table and smiled.
"After you've finished eating, eh... what is that? It smells pretty good. Let's have some too - I also heard that Boss Lin's wine here is quite powerful. Just a jar of Colorful Snake Bar for each person."
Happiness comes so suddenly!
Lin Chou happily went to the kitchen to prepare food, and Sikong followed him in.
"Hey, let me tell you, Lin Zi, there's something wrong with these six guys."
"ah?"
"Do you know the Last Supper? Why do I always feel like they might tie twenty or so red tubes to their bodies at any time after finishing the meal, shouting slogans like 'for the price bureau' or something like that and rush towards you and then boom?" Let’s go to heaven with your whole family at once?!”
"..."
Lin Chou was speechless,
"I said Si, could you please give me some advice?"
"Nonsense... Look at the expressions of those people. They clearly treat this meal as a deprivation meal. Are you going to accept this business?!"
Lin Chou scratched his head,
"Maybe you just saved enough money?"
Sikong was happy,
"Hey, do you want to discuss moral integrity with me? You yourself know the price of your poor land... It's true what you said. Who would dare to come to your place if you don't want to show off your face? Things, other people ask for food money, but here, you just ask for the coffin book."
Lin Chou scolded,
"Damn, you get what you pay for, you know! Who of the people who come to eat here are complaining that it's expensive?"
"Everyone."
"..."
"Do you want evidence? There should be some unedited interview tapes for the Bonzai to use in the movie."
"..."
This is so fucking embarrassing.
Lin Chou said quietly,
"Friend, you really don't know how to chat."
“What’s going on, you’re not ready to charge even if you don’t have enough time to chat?”
The warlock shouted outside,
"Don't forget my crock pot chicken..."
You can rest assured that you can use other people's gold, and you can eat your own chicken in a crock pot with ease. The warlock's attitude towards life is quite simple and clear - the worst case scenario is that he will go and rob it again!
Lin Chou responded,
"I know, I can't forget it."
In about two hours, all the dishes were served.
The six evolvers drank wine and ate food, especially praising the dog meat pot and Ziyun Snail.
"Hiss... You deserve to be called immortal meat. It tastes delicious and can be swallowed by one's tongue!"
"Uh-huh..."
"This tastes absolutely amazing!"
A female evolutionist suddenly said,
"Boss, I heard that this dog meat seems to be a husky. Isn't that a pet dog before the cataclysm? Do you think this cataclysm is a mistake? Wild dogs, hyenas, etc., which were originally very ferocious, have no sense of existence. , there are almost no high-level ones, and as a result, the entire husky group suddenly jumped to the third and fourth levels, which is really unfair!"
The middle-aged man was amused by the female evolver's imagination.
"Whether it's fair or not, how can you say that humans, who claimed to be the masters at the beginning of the cataclysm, almost went extinct? Compared with the natural levels of various alien beasts, the descendants of human evolvers still need to work hard. Isn't it more unfair?"
The female evolution snorted, feeling that the boss did not answer her question directly.
"Boss, can we come back this time?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and remained silent for a while.
"Has everything been arranged at home?"
"without..."
"Um?"
The female evolutionist’s face was full of dejection,
"I dare not say it!"
The middle-aged man said,
"Mingyue, if you care about her, you will have a better chance of living."
Mingyue suddenly smiled,
"I know, our poisonous chicken soup king, Boss Ji Tang."
The middle-aged man suddenly choked on dog meat and sighed.
"After I die, my stage name must be engraved on my tombstone. I am serious about it."
