It's time to show the real technology, so next we have to use a line that is so familiar: leave everything to time.
That's right - technology is indeed technology, technology that cannot be surpassed no matter how imitated it is, but it is not Lin Chou's technology.
Stew the mutton in a large pot for at least two and a half hours, stew the spicy lamb trotters and head for at least three and a half hours...
As for pit roasting, when roasting, you need to remove all open flames and only use charcoal to bury all the yellow mud buns. After the first two have eaten and the bones have cooled down, it can be the finale.
Well, barely.
Lin Chou looked at the time.
"Yes, I must ask Bao Er to buy two of the best earplugs tomorrow. I'll use cotton rags or something to deal with them tonight."
None of these guys will be able to leave, and the snoring on the front hillside will cause the mountains to collapse.
At this moment, please allow Lin Chou to have a simple wish. He is extremely looking forward to the rapid growth of the trees in his homeland.
The home tree is still growing too slowly now, so it is best to be one that is so tall that you can’t hear the purring below at all.
Lin Chou stepped out and saw Leng Han scolding Zhao Ziyu with a straight face.
"Except for this time, when did you not sneak out? Huh?"
"At a young age, you were greedy for eating, sleeping, and playing. Do you think you can relax after awakening the same abilities as your grandfather?"
"Look at your Uncle Zhao. He practices until late at night every day and often retreats! Look at you again. Grandpa Zhao always takes you to retreat every time!"
The entire Yanhui Mountain was quiet, except for Leng Han's voice, which was not high in decibels, echoing like ice falling to the ground.
Poor Zhao Ziyu looked at this and that. Everyone who was seen took two steps back without exception and looked up at the sky.
It happened that Zhao Ziyu also saw him, and his eyes suddenly lit up with hope.
Their eyes met, and everything seemed to be unspoken - Boss Lin's foot that he stepped out immediately took back lightly.
"..."
Zhao Ziyu's teeth were almost broken.
(Brother Chou, you are so unjust!)
(I, Zhao Ziyu, misjudged you!)
The temperature plummeted.
"I'm asking you a question, are you distracted?"
Zhao Ziyu immediately said pitifully,
"Sister, I know I was wrong. I will go into seclusion when I go back. I will go into seclusion to death!"
“Practice, practice, practice again—I won’t have a vacation until the earth explodes; I won’t have a rest until the universe restarts!”
Leng Han's eyes were slightly sharp, and he wiped away Zhao Ziyu's "skin power and firmness" like a rotten thing.
Zhao Ziyu suddenly trembled,
"Sister, sister! If you have something to say, don't move your hands...! I'm still young, sister! What I say is the truth, don't be rough, sister!"
Leng Han's brows furrowed deeper.
"Who taught you these words?"
(Damn it, the skin is too big!)
Zhao Ziyu dared to say that it was caused by arguing with his second uncle every day. If so, he would probably have to be whipped hard by his grandfather's half-crocodile dragon leather whip dipped in cold water when he returned home. Speaking of which, even his cousin's whipping technique was taught by his grandfather. Of!
It should be said that among the people present, there are only two and a half people who are capable of solving the danger of Young Master Zhao:
Lin Chou is one, Sikong is the other, and Huang Dashan is the other half.
Because Shanye's way of resolving the situation mainly depends on whether his face and skin are solid enough.
Brother Chou can't count on him, and Master Shan is totally unreliable, so there's only one option left.
"..."
Sikong sighed, took out a long-unused handkerchief from his pocket and put it over his mouth, holding his chest with one hand.
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough~"
The violent coughing sound attracted everyone's attention, including Leng Han.
Sikong wiped the corners of his mouth, and the handkerchief was shockingly bright red.
Everyone was shocked,
"Fuck you, Mr. Sikong, you...you..."
"What's going on? What's going on!"
Leng Han said doubtfully,
"Aren't you much better? Why are you like this again?"
Sikong's face was pale and without any blood, and he tried hard to squeeze out his little lung capacity.
"Tired, tired...morning class...soup, Lin Chou's soup..."
Leng Han glanced at Shen Daru, who was lying unconscious on a certain table.
"You wait, I'll go find Lin Chou."
After Leng Han entered, Zhao Ziyu jumped up and hugged Sikong. He was extremely moved.
"Wow, Sikong, you are still interesting. You are too good to me."
Zhao Ziyu raised his thumbs up,
"Professional, so professional! I didn't even see when you put this blood in your mouth. What kind of blood is it? Pig blood, it looks exactly like the real thing..."
Sikong bulged his eyes and was furious.
"Go away, that's my own blood!"
Zhao Ziyu muttered for a long time,
"You're really vomiting blood! Are you...are you okay?"
Sikong drank a glass of water and rinsed his mouth.
After spitting out the water, someone said,
"Do you think that all these years of illness are in vain? Why don't you just open your mouth to vomit some blood?"
Everyone: "..."
Then he saw Sikong's eyes move, and his face instantly turned pale again.
Leng Han came out.
Leng Han hurriedly walked to him carrying the soup bowl, pinched Sikong's mouth and squeezed hard.
"Click."
The mouth was wide open like a city gate, and Sikong's little tongue could be vaguely seen.
The soup was poured in smoothly——
Ball, ball sack...
How could that crisp "click" sound just now be so fat? ?
The soup was already in his stomach, and Sikong finally came back to his senses.
His eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opened hugely, and he could only pronounce one syllable.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah"
——No matter who has his chin removed by violence, the performance is almost the same.
Everyone: "..."
They only felt a terrifying cold air coming from the base of their tails and rushing straight to the back of their heads. They could only relieve it by inhaling and inhaling again and again.
Zhao Ziyu was about to cry and said stutteringly,
"Sister...Sikong...Sikong is unconscious...he can drink by himself..."
Zhao Ziyu felt that he would soon need a dog leash and was beaten to death by Sikong.
"?"
Leng Han frowned and thought, a blush covering his neck and rising to his cheeks.
Lin Chou, who came out with Leng Han, glanced at Sikong from left to right, stretched out his hand and pushed,
"Crack~"
Perfect fit.
Sikong squatted down with his chin in his arms, his face facing the ground and his body forced forward, shaking his shoulders silently.
Everyone: "......"
Calm calm calm breathe in breathe in.
Poor Mr. Sikong, I guess he has never experienced this kind of pain in his whole life - twice in a row!
Lin Chou blinked innocently,
"The pain will go away after a while. This is me. If it were a big-breasted lady, she would cut your face open with a knife and put the hook back on for you."
Sikong squatted on the spot and continued to shake, and an aura of sadness rose from his skinny back.
Of course, others might think it was sadness, but Young Master Zhao felt a wall-breaking resentment that chilled him to the bone.
Sikong shook for a while before standing up again, wiping away his tears and asking,
"There's absolutely nothing wrong with your connection, right? It's not crooked and you have to reconnect it, right? How can you, a cook, just set someone's bones casually?"
No one would want to experience this kind of unnecessary disaster again.
Lin Chou felt that his professionalism had been questioned and insulted.
"What a joke!"
"I've solved (xiè) more salt than you eat. I can tear you apart and put you back together again with just one hand and a kitchen knife. Believe it or not, even one scratch on the bones and cartilage counts as my defeat." ! It’s just a chin pick, but why don’t you reach out and do it? How about taking the braised silver carp head apart and understanding it?”
Leng Han: "..."
Zhao Ziyu: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Sikong swallowed his saliva and made a gulp sound.
——Why don’t I just admit defeat? It’s as if I can win.
