Lin Chou opened his mouth,
"Eating chicken? Speaking of such a colorful nightlife, can his old man's waist bear it..."
Huang Dashan was speechless.
"Have you really not been to any weird places recently? This idea is a bit deep. You have already accumulated a lot of water!"
Lin Moumou: Why should you turn a blind eye to the humor I tried QAQ
Okay, let's just go ahead and kill the chicken.
Energizing the atmosphere to increase customer loyalty is indeed a lie. This should be a long process and is not suitable for someone as serious as him.
While Lin Chou was preparing the materials, Huang Dashan invited the blind old man over after careful consideration.
Of course, there is no such thing as respecting the old and loving the young - it is said that this old man is very powerful, has very high attainments in certain fields of metaphysics, and is extremely good at using his own thin health bar to fight for destiny. He is probably younger than Mr. Zhao. More senior.
Huang Dashan still doesn't care much about metaphysics. He cares about another aspect,
"Well...a few words leaked from this old man's mouth may be enough for us to live for a few more years!"
Everyone nodded and agreed unanimously.
As for the various experiences before them, evolutionaries should keep a small notebook to keep them in mind, so as not to suddenly forget their lines while drinking tea and playing.
Being able to stay in this world is a brilliant skill. Now, fighting and fighting with all your life, isn't it just so that you can dance around for a few more days under the nose of your enemy when you are old?
No matter how thick the writing is in a small book, if you brag and boast and the person suddenly disappears, who the hell are you going to talk to for excuses?
Therefore, even if those long-lived old guys are not evolvers, they still receive extraordinary respect——
Well, what if these old men and women are willing to start a forum about "how to live longer in the era of catastrophe (formerly known as: How to survive your enemies)" and "avoiding the collapse of your business half way through". 365 Things", "Health Preservation: A Big Discussion about Soaking Wolfberries in a Thermos Cup" and other cram schools with these topics will definitely be packed with people and there will be no schedule for the class.
Huang Dashan people are not yet middle-aged, but they have paid attention to this issue early:
Recently, my kidneys have been a bit unbearable, and my whole body seems to be empty and there is only a piece of skin left. I feel that if I don’t follow the secret health regimen, I may die at any time!
Huang Dashan thought about it, and the blind old man arrived late. A group of people politely asked the old man to sit down and asked him how he was doing.
If Lin Chou knew about Master Shan's little Jiujiu, he would definitely sneer at it. What this master needs is not a way to maintain health at all, but just a way to maintain a whip.
Tsk, after all, Mr. Niu~
While we were chatting here, Lin Chou was already carrying a bunch of pheasants with fine skin and tender meat, a soup bucket, a pot, etc. over there.
The soup in the soup bucket was boiling. Lin Chou sat directly on the pile of sugar cane in the shack and pushed the bagasse away a little, revealing the gray-red charcoal.
Huang Dashan stepped forward and took a look.
"Can this be boiled..."
Lin Chou choked,
"Who said it was going to boil? Go, go, stay here, don't delay my work."
Huang Dashan shrugged,
"Hey, this isn't soup stock. It just seems to have a few pieces of old ginger in it. It's too perfunctory."
Lin Chou was annoyed and kicked him over. Huang Dashan immediately did not dare to continue beeping.
"Hiss... my waist... my waist is broken..."
Lin Chou's blow was not that easy to withstand. Huang Dashan felt as if his precious kidneys had been stabbed in the front by a mace transformed from the extremely dense metal of the Cold Tyrannosaurus. The pain in his skin was secondary, even his mental energy They were all hit by penetrating attacks, and they were simply too heavy.
Wu Ke glanced at Shan Ye with gloating eyes, his eyes gloomy.
His cabin at the foot of the mountain was occupied by the Queen and his wife as usual, and he was filled with anger - these mountains and fields are full of picturesque scenery, why did you just fall in love with the bed of a homebody?
Queen, are you going to get pregnant unexpectedly like this? !
Wu Ke curled his lips,
"Hey, brother Chou, you are too cruel, break it to pieces. Will Master Shan still be able to find a partner in the future..."
Master Shan waved his hand and said solemnly,
"That's right, for a handsome man like you, Mr. Shan, who is graceful, bohemian and melancholy, his waist is more important than his face. What do you stupid mortals know? Really!"
A group of people laughed after hearing this.
Who here doesn't know what Master Shan is like? Why the hell are you still thinking about finding a partner for my sister-in-law who has more than 400,000 troops in Luanshan?
Oh, man~
Lin Chou glanced at him,
"Are you looking for a partner like this? Except for those with special tastes emmmm... I may not be fair to Her Majesty the Queen by saying this... But if Mr. Shan wants to find another partner, Her Majesty the Queen probably won't mind. "
"I suggest you go to the zoo. I especially recommend the female koala. Not only does it have double eyelids, but it also runs slower."
Everyone: "..."
Damn it, Boss Lin, have you been possessed by such a talker today?
Huang Dashan opened his mouth for a long time, his eyes were so wide-eyed that he couldn't hold back a word for a long time.
However, Lin Chou glanced at him again,
"You are said to have a lower body, so animals are lifting you up. Will it affect your skin if your waist is attacked? It turns out that you usually rely on your waist to think?"
Everyone: "..."
Huang Dashan almost went crazy. Ever since he debuted, he has never suffered such grievances as he did today!
(Convincing people with reason does not count the cold Tyrannosaurus)
Even the best talker has to lose - I, Prince Huang, don’t want to lose face?
Huang Dashan muttered, looking nervous.
(What kind of approach should I take? I have to face him head-on. I can fight back!)
Lin Chou tinkered with the white-striped pheasants in his hands, took something out of each chicken's belly and threw it on a plate, then placed it in front of Huang Dashan.
Huang Dashan didn't notice at all and was still talking wildly.
It wasn't until Lin Chou said, "Eat sweets, stop your losses and replenish yourself" that he realized and asked subconsciously,
"Eat candy? What kind of candy?"
Without raising his head or eyes open, Lin Chou dipped a bunch of white-striped pheasants into the soup pot, checked the seconds, and said,
"Deoxyribose."
Huang Dashan: "???"
After looking at the items on the plate, he didn't even recognize them: what the hell are those strings of chicken kidneys?
——"Am I pretty..."
Wu Ke muttered following Huang Dashan's curse,
"Deoxyribose?"
He stepped forward and poked the white balls on the plate with his finger.
"Professional! Really professional! So full!"
Wu Ke winked at Mr. Shan,
"It is said that there was a very mysterious flavoring before the catastrophe, called 'chicken essence' or something like that. Are they related in any way?"
Lin Chou staggered——
mdzz!
You are the professional, you are more than a hundred times more professional than me!
"Plop"
"Hahaha~"
Whew, what a monster, the scene is out of control, there are a lot of foot-picking burly men all over the place, diving and bumping into porcelain!
