Mr. Wen said slowly and with a calm expression.
He refastened the cuffs that had broken free due to violent movements, smoothed every wrinkle on his white shirt, and slightly gathered his slightly messy hair.
This is demeanor. The more qualified people are at this time, the more unusual they will show.
Of course, we usually have to deliberately or unintentionally omit the lengthy process in the early stage and the middle, and only express it when it reaches that unified and harmonious time, that is, after the fact.
Afterwards, Zhao Er's face looked a little miserable.
But he didn't care, he was already laughing like crazy.
"Hahaha, why are you so gentle? You are as gentle as jade, right? You have the air of a gentleman, right? Have you accomplished your feat?"
Wen Chongjiu walked away calmly, with no intention of paying attention to this guy.
Lin Chou came out with the dishes for two people and turned a blind eye to Zhao Er, who was bruised and swollen.
It's normal for this guy to be brave enough to curse at the gates of Yanhuishan and the Provincial Committee, and get beaten up.
However, the snowman following him made Zhao Er shiver.
"I knocked...he ran out anyway..."
Snow dumpling said yingyingying,
"Why can't I come out? I even made new friends!"
Snowman's new friend is of course Su Yourong.
In just a moment, the two of them suddenly had a common language, or discovered common interests and hobbies, and they wanted to communicate with each other, observe and learn from each other's collections.
Well, to quote the original words of Mr. Xuetuanzi, different paths lead to the same goal. That should be called "the art of freezing time."
Lin Chou was stunned for a moment.
The art of freezing time?
——Just those pan molds with Huang Dashan’s face printed on them? !
Zhao Er took the wine jar from Lin Chou's hand and opened the mud seal with a snap.
"Tons, tons, tons, tons, tons~"
While drinking, I didn’t forget to pick out a large pig’s trotter, holding it in my hand and showing off my teeth.
"This is good, this is good, this is a thief."
"I've eaten at many places, but the pig's trotters here at Linzi are the best for me. The skin is connected to the tendons and bones. It's tight and delicious. It's chewy and chewy. The more you chew, the more delicious it becomes~"
"Other places are either so tender that they smell of spices, or they can't even be tasted salty."
Lin Chou's crystal dish meat (big pig's trotters) is mainly made with white brine and cold soaking, which is more suitable for eating cold.
Both the tendons and the skin are full of "vigor". It is absolutely impossible to tear off a piece of meat without tearing the whole big pig's hoof with teeth. Every tendon and every fiber breaks. They all wanted to be heard clearly.
What Lin Chou admires the most is chewing the whole thing, especially in a small shop like his with a wild and rough painting style and a nagging spirit. If you have to remove the bones and cut into thin slices, the beauty is beautiful, and it always feels a little less bold and more bold. Too pretentious.
Zhao Er tore off a complete tendon with his teeth and chewed it with a look of satisfaction on his face.
The chewy meat is refreshingly cold, and the mellow flavor is revealed in the skin gelatin and tendons. The more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.
The original color of the pig's trotters seemed a bit monotonous, so Lin Chou specially prepared two small dishes of balsamic vinegar sauce. The balsamic vinegar sauce contained whole devil peppers soaked in soy sauce for four hours and a puree of coriander roots.
Dip a little bit, and the vinegar aroma is lingering. The devil's pepper, which has lost some of its momentum with soy sauce, is less sharp and more "twisting" spicy. The spiciness, coriander, and vinegar aroma seem to form a circle in your mouth. A small maze-like cycle continues until the moment when the biggest protagonist - Yaoru appears.
Zhao Er said "Yeah".
“The dipping sauce in this small plate has a very novel taste, I’ve never seen anything like it~”
Wen Zhongjiu's eating style was much more elegant than his, with a sip of wine and chopsticks, orderly.
The long hair was slightly messy when blown by the wind, but it looked particularly graceful and free and uninhibited.
Wen Chongjiu said,
"No wonder, the meat dish that Leng Han mentioned several times is indeed quite interesting."
"It looks plain and clean without a trace of fireworks, which inevitably makes people worry that it is too bland and tasteless. The entrance is the beginning of its beauty, the time to truly come to life."
"I understand, many of Lin Chou's dishes are like this. Do you want to express the artistic conception of 'there is always more hidden flavor than what the guests can see'? Lin Xiaozi's cooking methods may be completely opposite to Bafanglou's. Well, the Xue family attaches great importance to appearance, form and meaning, and is willing to spend energy on decorating the dishes. As for Lin Chou..."
Wen Zhongjiu glanced at the five large pig hooves lying side by side on the plate, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Lin Chou's first reaction: These words sound a bit familiar...
Then with a confused look on his face, I asked, did I really think about cooking too much?
No matter which nerve or circuit, Boss Lin seems to have no connection with such profound words as artistic conception...
Others don't care so much,
"Master Wen is right~"
"Yes, yes, yes~"
"That's so well said, so right~"
Mr. Wen's comments sound very lofty...
Sure enough, every other line is like a mountain!
We can just call 666~
Not only women, men also like handsome guys sometimes.
Besides, don’t you understand the nature of human beings?
——Of course it’s a repeater.
Zhao Er unconsciously touched his head,
"It's amazing that you have long hair that reaches your waist. You can tell he's not a serious person at first glance!"
Huang Dashan's friendly reminder: "Mr. Second Master, your hair doesn't matter, what matters is that you have that face."
If it wasn't for the sake of maintaining the superior demeanor of his seniors, Zhao Er would definitely choose to let Huang Dashan take the dog to sacrifice to heaven on the spot.
Zhao Er's eyes swept around Huang Dashan with evil intentions, thinking:
(Sure enough, it’s a bit weird. I, Zhao Er, would actually feel afraid of such aunt’s nonsense?)
(It’s strange. I heard that the one with red eyes is particularly powerful, but even if you can’t beat him, you won’t be afraid...)
(I, Zhao Er, am I afraid of this guy? Oh, this is the most ridiculous thing in the world~)
(Hey, yes, yes, mentally ill. Before the catastrophe, it was not illegal to kill someone with a mental illness. It must be because of this. This is a problem left over from history. What is wrong is that this world is not me, Zhao Er.)
(Speaking of which, mental illness is really scary. Can you jump up a level by changing your personality? I want this personality too!)
Huang Dashan had seen this kind of look many times and felt no pressure at all.
If every glance could kill him and sacrifice him to heaven, then the world would not need creatures like programmers at all.
Huang Dashan said,
"No, I'm so hungry just looking at it. I just took a few bites of food and I'm not full."
He felt a little resentful towards Xue Tuanzi,
"This is the first time I feel happy eating cows..."
This guy's ability to heal his scars and forget the pain is definitely one of the best in Mingguang, as if he wasn't the one who was so embarrassed before.
Zhao Er said,
"The cow is happy? How wonderful!"
"What to use for stir-frying? Don't tell me to use salty sauerkraut... I'm worried about you... Stir-fried beef with mustard greens and stir-fried beef with Huanxi is the same as stir-fried chicken with sour clams. It's a theorem!"
Zhao Er muttered,
"You may not even know about the sweet party and the salty party, but this is a real issue of principle! The kind that do not work together!"
Huang Dashan looked at the green crown on the snowman’s hand,
"Then you and Lin Chou may actually have something in common."
Zhao Er was happy.
"As expected, let's just say that Lin Chou is a thief and a professional. I, Zhao Er, did not misjudge you!"
The tone of his words was as if Lin Chou would immediately turn his back on Niu after frying him with pickled cabbage.
Zhao Er's pig's trotters become more and more delicious when chewed, and some people are greedy when they hear the sound of his mouth.
"Boss, twenty big pig's hooves, I'm serious."
"Same as the big pig's trotters set meal, served with wide rice."
"It seems like I just gave up my job..."
Of course, there are also those who are strong-willed:
"Mmp, I can't stand it anymore, go on a mission."
"+1."
"Farewell!"
The three teams immediately hit it off and turned away, resolutely drifting away, dropping a few lines of dialogue intermittently.
"Mmp, sooner or later I'm going to die in this damn place. I'm on a mission. If I don't go on a mission, I'll really have no money to eat."
"Let's buy a big one to show off. Our team hasn't encountered a decent exotic beast in half a month. Just thinking about it makes me cry."
"Hey, how old is a big guy?"
"At least enough for our team's adc to supplement a tomahawk steak~"
"That's really big."
"..."
It is normal for evolutionaries to earn ration money. Most of the people appearing here at this time are teams that have finished paying their head tax. They have empty wallets but no debts. They can live happily for a full year.
Focusing on the topic brought by Zhao Er, these guys were very interested in talking about "guy from the dark sea", "shameful", "arrogant", "tail between legs" and so on. They came together organically and it was a very pleasant conversation.
The muzzles of the guns were unanimously facing "outside", and the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious.
Suddenly, the intercom in Huang Dashan's car began to scream - for the sake of convenience, this guy directly connected the intercom to the external speakers.
Huang Dashan was in the midst of a conversation, so he reluctantly went over to answer the call.
"Crooked? Who the hell is that? Let's get down to business. You and I are busy!"
Hearing these words, Lin Chou immediately covered his face.
Given Prince Huang's unyielding nature of seeking death, this linguistic logic equivalent to Flag will definitely ensure that he encounters trouble that he cannot afford to cause.
Sure enough, a cold and cold voice suddenly came from the other end of the intercom,
"Oh? Then Master Shan, what are you busy with?"
Huang Dashan almost threw the intercom directly. He was fussing for a while before nodding and bowing and said,
"Hehe, it turns out that Mr. Tianxing...why did you have time to think of dialing the radio for me, Xiao Huang..."
Wei Tianxing didn't care about him at all.
"Where is Wen Zhongjiu? Is that bastard in Yanhuishan? Let him pick him up!!"
Huang Dashan looked back...
Since the speaker was played externally, Wen Chongjiu could certainly hear it clearly.
Mr. Wen pinched his eyebrows and waved his hand gracefully.
"Ahem... say I'm not here!"
Huang Dashan gave Wen Chongjiu a thumbs-up gesture to indicate receipt.
However, before he could hold back the words "Wen Chongjiu said he was not here", Wei Tianxing suddenly laughed and said,
"My surname is Wen. Let me count my fingers. You are drinking right now. You are holding the wine glass in your right hand, and you may be waving your hands."
Huang Dashan: "..."
Wen Chongjiu: "..."
The sound of Wei Tianxing grinding his teeth came from the speakers,
"Tell the man surnamed Wen that Mingguang exists without me and him, and he without me. Today next year will be the death anniversary of one of him and me. Tell him that there is no hope of saving and he should wait to die!"
"By the way, I'm still saying the same thing. If you kill Wen Zhongjiu, I'll share half of his family property!"
Huang Dashan rubbed his ears that were hurting from the shock, and made mouth shapes on this side,
"Oh my god, why have you provoked this big boss again recently..."
In a blink of an eye, the wine man Wen Zhong arrived next to Huang Dashan and took the phone.
"Damn fat man, are you being reasonable?"
Wei Tianxing: "Principle? All I can tell you, fat man, is physics!"
Wen Zhong took two deep breaths of wine to avoid losing his temper again.
"Well, it's unlucky for me. I grew up with childhood sweethearts in other people's families. What a sin I have done, Wen Zhongjiu... Damn fat man, if you dare to slander my reputation again, believe it or not, I will really fall out with you. ??”
"You? Qingyu? Bah!" Wei Tianxing's voice suddenly rose two octaves, "You have a fucking big beard, can you drug Bilian, ah? Even your brother's daughter is still thinking about you. Are you a human? I told you that the surname is Wen——"
A heavy momentum suddenly appeared around Wen Chongjiu, directly pressing the ground to sink.
"Wei Tianxing! Are you done yet? How many times have I told you that I haven't—"
Also interrupted,
"Fart! Your uncle is a watermelon-skinned Qing Yu's mother. They were beaten as soon as they got off the boat and the Yan family had not even entered the city. There were only a few intact bones in Yan Ning's body. Is that you? ?Is it you! How dare you say you didn’t do it?”
When Wen Chongjiu heard this surname, his heart skipped a beat, something was very wrong.
(pill...)
"It's okay now. Both Quan Mingguang and Hei Chenhai know that you are f*cking planning on my daughter. Did you mmp, mmp, mmp hear that?!"
"Big pig's hooves, no one is good, men are all big pig's hooves!"
"You are smart, you still know how to use Zhao Er as your backer..."
"Crack!"
The other side hung up.
Wen Chongjiu felt stiff all over and turned around in a daze.
"Zhao Er, your uncle, you are cheating on me."
Zhao Er blinked his eyes fiercely, looking very innocent.
"What, what did you say? What do you mean?"
Wen Zhongjiu heard a "ho ho" sound from his throat, and his face turned red from holding back.
"With your identity as Mr. Zhao, don't you know that the person who came to Hei Chenhai this time is named Yan?"
Zhao Erye raised his legs, shaking freely and freely.
"Ah...it turned out to be Yan...I forgot...who would pay attention to that..."
Wen Zhongjiu gritted his teeth, flicked his sleeves, and soared into the sky.
He actually left.
Lin Chou thought about it a little bit.
"Second Master Zhao, could that person named Yan be Sister Qingyu's..."
Zhao Erpian shrugged angrily.
"That's right, they are the Yan family who came to propose marriage to Wei Qingyu."
Everyone was confused. What was this? They were confused.
Zhao Er patted his butt and stood up.
"If you don't teach them a lesson, do you really think that our Zhao family is all good-tempered?"
Zhao Er turned his back to everyone, with a deep chill brewing in his eyes.
"They are not trying to disturb the Wei family, but they are digging up the roots of the Zhao family."
Lin Chou: "?"
