Of course, it's impossible to eat enough edamame, but you have to understand the feelings of a guy who hasn't eaten edamame or tasted the fragrant marinade in ten years.
From a certain medical theory, this kind of behavior can help Lin Moumou achieve a healthy psychological recovery.
There is also a high chance that it is simply greedy.
While several people were walking slowly towards Yanhui Mountain, Lin Chou said,
"Master Shan, do you know what I thought about most when I stayed there?"
Huang Dashan thought about it and said happily,
"Want a pretty girl?"
This guy glanced at Leng Han and quickly added,
"For example, a beautiful young lady like Lieutenant General Leng~"
Well, although I still received a moderate amount of ice hockey balls on my face, it didn’t hurt at all.
Lin Chou said helplessly,
"I..."
In fact, Lin Chou often misses the smoky kitchen on Yanhui Mountain. There are always guests peeking in at the door of the kitchen, as if there is some huge secret hidden in the kitchen, even though they can't see anything. Out, they still enjoy it.
I really miss the packed underground cold storage, I miss the dried cured meat hanging in front of and behind the house, I miss the dazzling array of large and small things in the mountain stream behind...
Well, even those sour papaya trees that couldn't clean their honeycombs seemed to become particularly cute in my memory.
While in the Crystal World, Lin Chou suddenly discovered:
Ah, it turns out that this is what collecting is all about. Leaving Yanhuishan feels like abandoning the whole world.
Yes, Lin Chou firmly believes that the main source of his "homesickness" is the abundant inventory of ingredients. Especially after living alone with millions of ducks for ten years, the concepts of "people" and "friends" are blurred. When I got up, there was only firewood, rice, oil, salt and a mouthful of duck rice in the bowl that was so bad that I wanted to throw up.
Thinking about it, there is still a lot of inventory at home, and they are all waiting for me to go back and have a good time.
Lin Chou felt as if she was celebrating the New Year, so happy that she was so happy.
As soon as they entered the gate, the bluffing Su Yourong rushed out, followed by the big-breasted sister and Wu Ke, as well as the man Men Kuang who had a bag of tears in his eyes.
"Shithu!"
"boss!"
"Brother Chou!"
"Boooooooooo boss Lin, you are finally back~"
Men Kuang, a thin man with a sallow complexion, whimpered and hugged Lin Chou's thighs, his tears dripping down as if they were free, directly soaking a large area of Lin Chou's pants.
Boss Lin felt like shit.
What's wrong with this guy? Who is this guy? Does this guy have anything to do with me?
"Calm down, calm down, I didn't say that, brother, who are you?"
It's been ten years, even gods can't remember the face of the last new customer in the restaurant ten years ago. This is not Lin Chou's fault at all.
Meng Jing was stunned for a moment.
"I...you..."
Men Kuang's expression was full of resentment, like a resentful woman who had just been abandoned, and she repeated,
"Boss Lin, you..."
Lin Chou suddenly panicked. If he hadn't already known that Mingguang had passed less than a week in total, he would have almost thought that this was Su Yourong's son-in-law.
Before he could finish his sentence, Huang Dashan pushed him aside.
"Gungun, what's the matter with you?"
After chatting lively for a while, the four dogs with kite strings tied around their necks returned like lightning. Uncle Gungun was tied by the kite strings in mid-air, posing in various poses and letting himself go.
With one kick, he knocked away the four dogs who took the opportunity to please him. He immediately felt a weight on his body, and then he was given a solid bear hug by Mr. Gungun.
Lin Chou felt like he had been squeezed.
Then, an off-road vehicle roared towards Yanhui Mountain and suddenly made a sharp turn and crashed into the Nepenthes fence next to it.
The drunken Zhao Er climbed out of the car with a red face and burped loudly.
"Ha, here, I'll cook some good dishes for your second master, burp~"
Everyone: "..."
(I thought the drunken one crawling out of it would be Wen Chongjiu, which seems a bit inconsistent with Mr. Zhao’s character, haha.)
Lin Chou raised her eyelids and opened her mouth.
"If a leaf of the pitcher plant is broken, it will give you 200 circulation points."
Well, I heard that in some countries before the Cataclysm, drunk driving was criminally liable, and the maximum sentence could be fifteen years.
From the smell of alcohol on Mr. Zhao's body, I guess it wouldn't be difficult to just fuck him until the end of time.
How much did you drink? ?
Huang Dashan is close to Lin Chou, biting his ears,
"Second Master is in trouble this time. The moment you knocked Sister Xingxing unconscious was blamed on Second Master Zhao."
Lin Chou's expression gradually became serious, and he fell into thinking.
"When did it happen?"
Huang Dashan looked at Zhao Er with a sad look on his face. He was really screwed. It had been ten years, and Lin Chou had already forgotten about it.
Zhao Er is still there shouting five and six.
"Why, do you look down on your second master? Your second master, I have a lot of money!!"
"I... hiccup... I have a lot of money now... It won't be certain in a few months... I... I spend, spend, spend, spend as hard as I can, and I won't leave any space for her when I ride on the horse." Circulation point...grass..."
"What are you doing standing around, picking up customers? Is the store bullying customers?"
"Damn Lin Chou, you bully me, you look down on me, don't you? You all look down on me!"
"My Zhao family... hiccup... there is Zhao Qingcang at the top, Zhao Zheng and Zhao Ziyu at the bottom... hiccup... we have five brothers... one died... there are only four left... No one can live up to expectations..."
"Bullshit fifth level, even the fifth level is like a mess. I also want to be glorious..."
"I've been riding horses for over forty years, and I still get whipped and dipped in cold water from time to time while riding horses. It's shameful, shameful!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My father, Mr. Zhao is a bad guy, and he actually asked me to marry Xingxing!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The joy of returning, the resentment about the family situation, and the gossip of Master Shan, were all destroyed by the tears of Mr. Zhao like a mudslide.
Lin Chou looked at Zhao Er, who was sobbing, and swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling,
"Uh...is it so evil..."
Huang Dashan was also swallowing his saliva, looking like he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.
Shanye made a gesture of carrying something on his back.
"Um, Sister Xingxing...ahem...it is said that when Mr. Zhao was carrying her back...he accidentally touched her thighs and butt..."
Everyone fell into deep thought.
Everyone is silently thinking about how to avoid touching someone's thighs and buttocks if they are carrying someone on their backs. There is probably only one conclusion: neck collar.
Master Shan said,
"Then Sister Xingxing caught Mr. Zhao and went around shouting that Zhao Er touched her... so what... Mr. Zhao was very angry... and then... and then it became like this..."
Lin Chou: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Think about Sister Xingxing’s big, furry and fierce face, and then think about how she has coveted Mr. Zhao’s ass for many years.
Tsk tsk!
I'm so sad, take pity on me, Mr. Zhao.
