The cold air cyclone on Yanhui Mountain seems to have entered an endless cycle.
At this moment, half of the evolvers are talking about Huang Dashan——
Maybe he thinks that only Huang Dashan’s shiny bald head can make Boss Lin happy again~
If not, then let him die!
Many people may not find Mr. Shan an eyesore if he is alive, but if he dies, more people will definitely set off firecrackers to celebrate.
Under the large fish tank, which is large enough for horseshoe crabs to swim freely, Lin Chou braised sweet-scented osmanthus cicadas, fried sesame oil bean curds, and roasted Xiong Xin Zhuang leeches. Three dishes and one soup were served to enjoy~
At this time, I wanted to get some out-of-season sweet-scented osmanthus cicadas to eat. Anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that if Sikong wasn’t here, it must be the hotel owner enjoying himself here.
It just so happens that the restaurant owner and Sikong are both here today.
To say that Mr. Sikong was also confused,
"What's wrong with you? Has your wife been abducted?"
The evolvers outside have many ears and smart eyes. All the skills they have at the 12345th level of evolution and alienation are used for gossip. When I heard Sikong’s level of chatter, I spit out a mouthful of old blood——
In short, they have different thoughts:
Good guy, Si, even though you are the God of Wealth, you still have to be conscientious when speaking. Whoever jumped on horseback to run away with the cold Tyrannosaurus is an old man who hangs himself because he thinks he has a long life?
So the question is, the boss lady wants to run away with you, what should you choose?
If you run away, you will be hammered to death by the angry boss Lin on the spot, or the world will be leveled thousands of miles away with a shovel;
If you don't run, the excitement will be great...
I kidnap you and run away because I think highly of you! Do you look down on the beauty of my cold Tyrannosaurus? Die!
Hey, that's wrong. According to the language logic above, Cold Tyrannosaurus is the one who was abducted. Please review the question carefully~
Come on, what a nonsense! It seems that the question is wrong. Even if this question is put on the college entrance examination, I dare to say so! The title is wrong! Wrong is wrong!
Of course, there are also some lesbians who think a little differently:
Wow, that’s amazing. It turns out that this is how straight men chat. It’s much better than chicken soup. It’s a pity that you can’t record it...
Lin Chou's eyes were blank, as if he didn't even hear what Sikong was saying: "Tons, tons, tons~"
"Zhou Cao, why are you so unqualified that you drink Kuole as wine? Do you know that it is easy to mislead children?" Sikong scolded his mother while reaching out to hook the sweet-scented osmanthus cicada.
"Let go, Osmanthus Cicada is mine!"
"The customer is God knows?"
"roll!"
Sikong chuckled, and two green source crystal bills were stuck on the table on the spot.
"Two hundred! One!"
"Take it, take it, take it all..."
"Ha~"
People outside: "...."
Someone shouted,
"Boss, boss, give me a big steak of the same style. If you want it grilled with salt, just the one from the cat and the mouse~"
Then I heard the particularly unhappy voice of Sister Otsuki Hung,
"No! The boss is on holiday! We have salt-baked chicken and pig blood soup, gold meat, Kuole beer and snake wine, which one do you want?"
It was quiet for more than ten seconds outside, and Sister Oyue Hung's impatient voice came again,
"Are you going to order it or not?"
"Ah this... little bit..."
Sister Otsuki Hung is on duty, no one dares to raise any objections, and she pays the bills promptly.
After all, Sikong was also an awakened person who spoke unjustly, and he understood the whole story from the intermittent discussions outside.
Sikong's eyes widened and he spoke righteously.
"This is so disrespectful! Did they really do that?"
Lin Chou: "Huh?"
Boss Lin was a little confused. Couldn't it be that this handsome little sullen guy who couldn't get a seat at the table could be so confident?
Sikong’s eyes flickered,
"This won't work, Lin Zi, let me tell you, if you let this hole go, no one will dare to do this in the future, but it's not possible! How can you run away in a reasonable way then?"
"Um??"
Lin Chou thought about it: Yes, why am I so angry?
"Then what should I do, beat them up?"
"No," Sikong stood up and walked around the table, holding a cup of music with a serious expression, "You can't beat them to death directly, it has no educational significance at all."
"You should drink less Kuole. You have such a strong body and you still like to drink this stuff. If Bai Suren finds out, why don't you just destroy my small restaurant?" Lin Chou said, "Come on, people who become principals are different. Let's talk about it. What’s your clever trick?”
Sikong looked at Coke and then at Lin Chou.
"Fuck, I'm done with my friends."
"Stop beeping, I'll fill it up for you!"
"That's more or less the same," Sikong thought for a while, "How about we give them a trick to drain the fire from the bottom of the cauldron? Hehe, we finally managed to get a wave of fifth-level alien beasts, and when we come back, we just smash them into their hands and let them pay for it." as underwear!”
Lin Chou rolled his eyes,
"Injury to the enemy by eight hundred and loss of three thousand? I don't want to do this business..."
Sikong sat down next to Lingchi,
"What a joke. Is Sikong's three thousand a number that they can count correctly? It's none of your business, Lin Zi. As long as you take me with you next time you sneak away, you'll be fine~"
"Have you had enough of being the principal?"
"Hey, hey hey..."
"Don't do it! Who's going to go on vacation to carry a time bomb? I'm sure your reputation will be worse than that of the warlock in an instant!"
Sikong immediately gave reasonable suggestions.
"Then bring the warlock with you!"
"Ah this..."
Needless to say, it seems reasonable for Warlock to take the blame.
When Sikong saw Ling Chi's heart moved, he continued to spread the bait.
"To the north of the Black Sea, very far away, I heard that there is a completely frozen sea area, and the ditch is full of king crabs!"
"Hiss!" Ling Chi's eyes widened, "King crab?"
Sikong nodded,
"I have never seen real ice outside of its original function in all my life. You must know that the king crabs before the cataclysm all lived under the ice. That is called authentic. What is the thing we eat now called? Ah, it’s not authentic at all.”
"Is it reliable?"
"Absolutely reliable!" Sikong said happily, "The navigation mark I just got from the Yihai hunting team a few days ago is a pure horizon map. I can find the right place by relying on various islands and reefs. Just say it has How precious, I heard that they stayed on the ship for three years before they were transferred out of that hellish place."
"King crab king crab king crab..."
Ling Chi turned around with his hands behind his back.
"King crab, king crab, king crab," Sikong whispered like a devil at a crossroads, "Your legs are longer than those of a purebred king crab~"
"Done!" Ling Chi stamped his foot fiercely, "When will we set off?"
Sikong heheyile,
"Don't be anxious. I'll give you some advice from Mr. Warlock. If you go to such a far place, you'll still have to count on Mr. Warlock's Crayfish to pull the boat."
"Oh," Ling Chi waved his hand, "Get out of here, I have to pack my luggage, and by the way, I will arrange Chi Zhi's work for the next two days."
Sikong scratched his head,
"What other job can she do? How can you come up with so many dishes for her to throw at her when everyone is running away?"
"..."
