Brother Menkuang touched the corners of his eyes - he felt that his eyes might be wet!
This is so delicious...
Could it be caused by some psychological factors...
This young restaurateur's awakened talent must be hypnosis, right...
Master Shan rolled his eyes and said,
"What kind of pose are you posing? Do you still want to add a line like 'Why do I always have tears in the corners of my eyes' in a very stylish way?"
Status: "I..."
Sikong smiled coldly and said,
"Don't think about it. For a salty fish like you, the wetness today is at best so that it can be coated with more salt tomorrow."
Door status: "???"
Men Kuang is considered to be the number one person after all, but he spoke his mind out in grief and indignation under the double oppression of physical and material things.
"I provoked whomever I provoked. You two are simply colluding with each other!"
I'm afraid this guy doesn't know the tradition of Yanhui Mountain...
While eating Lin Chou's delicious food and drinking some wine or Fat House Happy Water, just find a target and spray it again and again. It's particularly healthy, especially when you eat, and it's especially popular, isn't it?
And most people who understand this tradition can do things like adding insult to injury perfectly.
As for whether the person being sprayed will be completely bruised - who are you kidding me? We don't ask the newbies to dress up in women's clothing, so that's considered very kind, okay?
Master Shan asked very curiously,
"The wolf was raped?"
"Hey, you are quite wild despite your young age..."
"Does Mingguang still have this kind of program? Is it a regular performance?"
"Where did you see it? Say it and let everyone get excited!"
The door was silent, tears came to my ears, and the sound of camel bells came: "Where is the MMP camel? I want to roast it!"
Everyone laughed.
"This newcomer is not up to par!"
"Well, those who were stimulated started talking nonsense..."
"Don't make trouble, stop making trouble, you're blocking me from seeing Boss Lin's meat..."
There is a thick cast-iron grill pan sandwiched on the red hot coals. When the bright red venison is put on it suddenly, it will make a violent but very small sound of fat exploding, which is very captivating.
Lin Chou put down the deer leg in his hand and picked up a piece of venison with a knife. When he shook his hand, the venison spun and bloomed on the tip of the knife like a piece of bright handkerchief.
"Fuck..."
"What the hell..."
"Emmerton, wake up..."
Every fiber of the venison dancing on the tip of the knife was stretched to the extreme, as if it could break into a sky full of threads at any time.
Lin Chou's hand shook again, and the extremely thin slices of venison fell on the baking pan.
"Zi La~"
The slices of meat tightened and tiny bursts of fat shot out.
The tip of the knife was picked again, and the seasoning powder was flying like rain when the meat was turned over, and it was already "covered with bruises" as soon as it was turned around.
Another "Zila" sound, and the meat pieces were already wrapped around the tip of the knife.
Lin Chou raised the knife and lightly dabbed it into the cyan, finely chopped hand-rubbed salt, and put it to Leng Han's mouth.
Leng Han opened his light pink lips slightly and stared dumbfounded at Lin Chou and his action of bringing the knife... uh... the meat on the tip of the knife to his eyes. His whole body stiffened and it took him a while to remember. Like breathing,
"Ah woo~"
Oh my God, you are so awesome!
A group of single dogs howl like ghosts and wolves,
"belch..."
"So full!"
"Well, it smells so good~"
"Where's my torch? Where's the big bunch of torches I put here?"
"What on earth did I do wrong? I just wanted to make a living. What a big deal. Why should I be ravaged, ravaged, ravaged so fiercely..."
Boom!
A loud bang!
A blind jackal might have smelled the sweet smell of barbecue here, and relied on its fourth-level tyrannical strength to break through the pitcher plant fence, and was whipped into the ground more than three meters deep by the strongest tentacle on the spot. .
Erhu ran back with the jackal in his arms, putting on a professional and serious face.
"Brother Chou, the critical attack is single, that's for sure!"
All the hiding singles suddenly felt that what the little red guy said was true and reasonable, and they looked at the softly stamped jackal with a very sad look.
——Is it sad when a rabbit dies and a fox dies?
"It's too much! Even a dog can't see it..." Huang Dashan rolled his arms into his sleeves, "Today I have to get rid of harm to the people, don't stop me, it's also time to move around. Your Grandpa Dashan is getting rusty." body!"
Sikong said coldly,
"The body is still hot, go ahead and move."
Huang Dashan has empty eyes,
"Your heart is so dirty..."
Sikong snapped his fingers,
"Um??"
A group of people all thought of who the golden thigh is today. Good guy Huang Dashan, how dare you dare to scold Jin thigh at the dinner table?
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
"Huang Dashan, do you dare to say it again?"
"Try saying it again!"
"Looking at the arrogant look in your eyes, do you still want to retort, 'Just give it a try'?"
Huang Dashan still wanted to refute, but didn't dare.
Sometimes, physics really can't suppress matter. After all, the world is full of the smell of copper.
He, Huang Dashan, also wanted to have a full meal of roasted venison - he wouldn't mind even if it was something Lin Chou used as dog food.
Where in the world is there a free lunch? If there is, then you must eat enough.
A group of people pretended not to notice that Lin Chou had already fed Leng Han several pieces of meat, and they continued to pull at it with difficulty, laughing to themselves.
Lin Chou grilled the meat carefully. The venison slices that he rotated and jumped with his own hands would become about 1.2 times larger. The muscle fibers were stretched to the extreme horizontally and vertically. The stretching was just right so that the thin venison was on the grill. The shape will not become ugly and messy, on the contrary, it will be moderately regular and regular.
It will be very convenient to roll it up in this way, allowing ladies to put it into their mouths elegantly and neatly. The round dumplings are effortless and smooth to chew. Even if they are simply dipped in salt and flowers, the fragrance of love lingers on them. ...Ah, no...it's the rich aroma of venison fat...
Sikong quietly greased the baking pan and ate with great concentration. He never stopped using his chopsticks for a moment. The venison was so sweet without any fishy smell that it was worth turning around to replenish the nosebleeds.
Sikong whimpered and said,
"I asked my chef to do the same thing later. This is the first time I have eaten venison that is similar to the aging method of beef. I didn't expect that even the fishy smell was removed. It's awesome!"
Lin Chou didn't take any credit.
"It's just an accident... You'd better eat less, or you'll really get a nosebleed. I'm really afraid that one day your personal doctor from the reinforced company will come to me with a shirtless team."
There was a shiny trace hanging on the corner of Huang Dashan's mouth,
"Experts before the catastrophe said that stewed vegetables, pickles, pickled vegetables, bacon, and even dry-aged steaks are all frequently listed on the 'cancer-causing' list, so Mr. Sikong, can you roast your steak until it is three-mature? Can you hand me the venison?"
Sikong snorted,
"To talk about toxicity without considering the dose is to be a hooligan!"
"There are too many things that can cause cancer. Which one of sunlight, air, and water can't cause cancer?"
"Besides, no matter how useless I am, I will still be an evolver. Why are you talking to me about causing cancer?"
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