Lin Chou rudely sat down at the counter with an old bowl of rice. On top of the white rice with a spoonful of soup, fried beef trotters as high as a hill were spread. The browned cowhide, the hazy and translucent beef tendons, and the emerald green dotted on it. The bright red pepper and white rice create a strong color difference.
"Snoring..."
After a while, he was sweating profusely after eating.
Mr. Jie was stunned to see that the small mountain of food in the hands of a certain boss was destroyed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then looked at the table of dishes in front of him - well, it seems that he just sucked the leg of an osmanthus cicada? ?
What the hell! Do it on purpose! The user experience is so damn bad!
Mr. Jie suddenly felt as if his good temper had been blown away by the northwest wind, and his mentality exploded on the spot and he almost cursed.
Lin Chou returned the clean bowl to the kitchen and fell into deep thought under the fierce gaze of the old man.
All right...
So let us first put aside the topic of the surge in difficulty in obtaining hash ants, which makes some people more worried and more worried...
Then Boss Lin will put "luck value" and other metaphysical fields on the table for the second time.
No, my boss has been so dark lately? ?
First, for some unknown reason, he offended the green head, and then of course Pen failed to bring wine and deal with Ye Yu as promised. As a result, now the real owner came to the door, and not only did he have to accompany the smiling face, but he also had to Set up a few jars of crazy flavored versions of snake gallbladder and colorful snake king wine - and the timing of their arrival is too far-fetched.
Well, the latter one is for Mingguang to worry about, and it has nothing to do with Lin Moumou for the time being.
Let’s talk about Boss Lin’s development of the takeout business, and the system evaluation has been initially successful. However, a guy from Niu Lanshan killed the specially made intercom machine. The machine has not yet been repaired... A few days ago, I suddenly learned that Bao, the takeaway person recognized by the system, Second classmate, this guy was fucking named by Ming Guang and arrested a strong man to build the city wall. Damn it!
Speaking of which, you can't blame others for not giving face. The system is like this. Who told you that Bao Er is indeed an evolver, and his abilities seem to be quite practical...
Look at the sky.
Boss Lin raised his head, looking up at a 45-degree angle, revealing the intricate entanglement between brightness and sadness that a beautiful man should have.
- Lin Chou suddenly felt a little dizzy when he thought about the impact of galloping and free-flying on the extremely brutal turnover this month.
Of course, another reason for the dizziness may also be that the cute "yingyingying" of the Snow Dumpling boss who was hung on a tripod that the Gao family spent a lot of money to knock out to worship the sky and wait for food stung Lin Chou's ears and brain...
Whispers on the side,
"Sister Akazhi, why is Shihu suddenly like this...it looks so strange..."
"Yourong, how much do you think Lord Blood God...er...and I have been eating recently?"
"Sister Akazhi, what weird question are you asking..."
"The moment the boss raised his head, I felt like I suddenly turned into a kitten - the kind of person whose fate is being grabbed by the scruff of the neck!"
Su Yourong had a strong sense of empathy and trembled while trembling,
"Strange, I don't feel anything..."
Researcher Wu Kewu, who had suffered double abuse, sniffed hard and lamented,
"Eating spicy food feels good for a while. At the Chrysanthemum Crematorium, maybe your Lord Shihu is mourning and paying homage in advance for tomorrow."
Su Yourong: "..."
Lin Chou had no choice but to give up thinking and looked at Wu Ke smiling without saying a word.
Generally speaking, people who say this must have very rich life experience.
For example, the story about Wu Ke, who loves soup, accidentally sprinkled more paste chili + red oil in the beef offal soup is exciting enough - otherwise you would think how Lin Chou first discovered the devil chili pepper grown on the back mountain. It was like jumping up the stairs.
After living in Yanhui Mountain for a long time, I somehow have an unusual feeling. Now, in addition to completing his boring data analysis work on wild animals and exotic beasts, researcher Wu is also particularly willing to go there. There are some weird gadgets on the mountain.
For example, recently, the egg-shaped iron house used by researcher Wu for work and rest has not only been expanded by a few rooms, but also has a purple vine with light golden flowers and various flowers and plants that Lin Chou doesn't recognize around it - Wu Ke even had the idea of using some low-temperature hot spring water to make a living fish tank. What a beautiful sign.
Unknowingly, he seemed to regard this place as his home. Of course, Boss Lin himself would never admit this statement. Don't talk so warmly about sticking around.
After staying with "family" for a long time, it is easy to put yourself among them.
For example, in the past, even if he wore the glamorous skin of the Scientific Research Institute and lent him a hundred and eighty courage, he still did not have the courage to look directly at a powerful evolver.
As for now, these guys have fucking developed to the point where they dare to roll up their arms and sleeves to drink beer with some fifth-level bosses, grab elbows and draw bastards...
It can be seen how the painting style has been distorted!
Moreover, Researcher Wu himself was not aware of this change. He only occasionally felt that the people at the scientific research institute were being too "indulgent" to him, and it was simply a wild donkey-style feeding method.
Apart from...
Aside from a salary that is never enough...
everything! well!
Yes, since moving to Yanhuishan, Wu Ke would always find that when he opened his wallet, it was fashionable and full and swollen at the beginning of the month. It often couldn't last more than ten and a half days and already looked haggard.
The Research Institute indeed gave him a set of "meal standards" in a very humane way, one that could be reimbursed.
But how the hell could Researcher Wu be able to control his bad mouth in a place like this?
Wu Ke suffered from overspending every month, but he was also pleasantly surprised by how quickly his body got stronger.
Carrying scientific research tools and equipment on his back and climbing mountains is his biggest nightmare. Now, hey, maybe if he just walks a few more laps, he can gain six-pack abs!
So Researcher Wu closed his eyes in pain, and let's have one last indulgence before the next wave of wages "arrives as scheduled".
"Brother Chou, give me the stew pot of Black Mountain wild boar, and the only side dishes are maitake mushrooms... uh, put less maitake mushrooms!"
In fact, Wu was not at all calm inside. There was a lot of drama:
(I don’t feel panic at all, I even want to drink Ice Cream, uh, cold beer is fine too!)
(Big fish and meat today, tomorrow... tomorrow... Hey... give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle...)
(Come on, come and hit the navel of destiny with me!)
(If you fail...ahhhhh, my lovely friend Sikong, when will you come?)
This is also the least "vital" way of eating that Wu Ke can think of. After all, a dog's life is important. After one meal, it doesn't matter whether he is hungry for three days.
If another notice comes out that "salary payments will be delayed until March due to hot weather and dry weather this quarter," Wu Ke is afraid that he will have to endure an unbearable burden in his life.
Lin Chou responded happily,
"Big-breasted sister? Go to the back and take a look. Don't take it by mistake. Among those Black Mountain wild boars, there are third-level ones. If you take it by mistake, someone will die."
"Oh~"
What is this? This is a pillow for when you feel sleepy.
Previously, the system's fixed sales for this month were completed by shamelessly taking advantage of the garrison. The remaining Black Mountain wild boars that had been drained of blood were all hanging in the cold storage, melancholy and unable to be dealt with.
No matter how small the mosquito legs are, don’t they still have meat?
