The white mist gradually disappeared, and Jiang Linxian appeared on the next floor.
A strong aroma of gourmet food came.
Jiang Linxian looked around.
This floor is an extremely huge Chinese-style hall.
The top of the hall is decorated with gilt tiles, and a large red Chinese-style lantern is suspended above it.
Red painted columns stand on both sides, and smooth marble covers the entire floor.
There are dozens of stoves in the hall, and a variety of condiments and fresh ingredients are placed on the stoves.
Some palm-sized paper figures wearing high hats stood in front of the iron pot in front of the stove, stirring up delicacies.
After Jiang Linxian walked in, he started to look around.
Who will be the owner of this floor? And what will be the conditions for customs clearance?
As Jiang Linxian walked in, players from the teahouse also walked in one after another inside the teleportation array.
The huge Chinese-style hall suddenly became lively.
"Brother Jiang!" Qian Duolai came out of the teleportation port and found Jiang Linxian with a smile on his face.
"Brother Jiang, when I came in just now, I saw what happened to the teahouse owner. Did we go too far?" Qian Duolai said, "The teahouse owner seems to be quite pitiful."
Jiang Linxian whispered: "The teahouse owner is indeed very unfortunate."
"But now that it's over, don't think about it anymore."
"Besides, if we don't kill her, it will be difficult to clear the teahouse and pavilion."
If the teahouse owner hadn't deliberately targeted him, he wouldn't have wanted to come to this point.
And at the last moment, she even tricked him into letting him enter the teleportation array without getting three five-star reviews.
If he hadn't seen a clue, he would have been directly wiped out and lost part of his memory.
"That's right." Qian Duolai nodded, and his troubled face suddenly regained its composure.
At this moment Ye Rousheng and Fang Wenqing walked in.
"Brother Jiang." Ye Rousheng called.
And Fang Wenqing smiled and shouted: "No. 44, we can continue to cooperate in this building."
"Let's take a look first." Jiang Linxian looked at him and said.
Fang Wenqing gave him a very unpredictable feeling.
When he was in the teahouse, he was able to stab the teahouse owner through the chest with a single knife, which made him very afraid.
After all, Jiang Linxian hit the teahouse owner several times without causing much damage. However, the No. 001 in front of him was able to kill him with one strike. He seemed very strange.
Fang Wenqing glanced at the hall in front of him and couldn't help but show a curious look: "It seems that delicacies are being prepared on this floor. I don't know who the delicacies are for."
Following Fang Wenqing's reminder, Jiang Linxian and others turned their attention to the Chinese-style hall.
At this moment, many palm-sized paper figures are cooking in front of the stove.
"These little paper figures look quite cute." Ye Rousheng showed a gentle smile, seeming to be very interested in these paper figures.
"Let's take a look around first. If there is any good information, let's share it together." Jiang Linxian said, then left on his own initiative and walked towards a small paper man who was cooking on the stove.
This little paper man is slightly different from the other little paper men. There is a circle drawn on his chest, and there is a word 'Lord' in the circle. None of the other little paper men have it.
The little paper man seemed to have noticed that Jiang Linxian had been staring at him. He immediately stopped what he was doing and looked up with a wary expression: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a chef cooking?"
Jiang Linxian was immediately curious. The little paper figure standing in front of the stove was only the size of a palm, but it was holding a huge iron spoon in both arms and stir-frying in the hot iron pot. It looked very difficult.
"This is the first time I've seen a chef like you." Jiang Linxian said. He looked at it for a while and asked curiously: "What kind of food are you cooking?"
"Fried pork with chili pepper." The little paper man said proudly, "This is my unique skill."
"How's it going? Does it smell nice?"
Jiang Linxian touched his chin, nodded and replied: "It smells good."
"Hey!" The little paper man became very happy when he heard that his unique skills were praised by others: "You have a good sense, you are pretty good."
As he spoke, he used a spoon to take out some delicious food, put it on a plate, and said to Jiang Linxian beside him: "Seeing that you are so discerning, I will reward you with this little food."
"Try how it tastes. I promise you will never come back."
Although the little paper man was still stir-frying the food and did not show any concern, his dark eyes still peeked at Jiang Linxian from time to time, looking a little nervous and mixed with a little expectation.
Jiang Linxian picked up a pair of tassels, wiped them clean, then picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.
"It tastes very good." Jiang Linxian gave a thumbs up and praised it.
The little paper man suddenly became very proud: "Of course, my unique skill is not just a boast."
"Let's not talk about the ingredients of this chili. Do you know what kind of meat this meat is?"
"What kind of meat?" Jiang Linxian asked. The meat looked darker and tasted much better than ordinary pork. He really didn't know much.
"Fuck it." The little paper man said excitedly.
When Jiang Linxian heard about the meat, his face immediately darkened and he was about to run to the pool to vomit.
The little paper man laughed immediately when he saw this: "Haha, look at you, you were fooled by me right away, right?"
"This is authentic black pork!" The little paper man laughed and said, "Ordinary pork can't taste like this."
Jiang Linxian tremblingly took out the silk scarf he bought you from his pocket and wiped the nosebleed on his face: "This joke is not funny at all."
"I think so too." The little paper man said, "But let me tell you, these black pork are not easy to get, and most people can't get them yet."
"I heard that these black pork were made after human players were punished and turned into black pigs, and then went through special processing." The little paper man smiled and said: "This way, you don't have much psychological burden. Already?"
Jiang Linxian put his hands on the stove and tried his best to restrain the trembling of his body.
Fortunately, he didn't swallow the piece of meat, otherwise he would have fallen into the tricks of this little paper man.
[He is teasing you and deliberately disgusting you. These are real black pork. There is no meat here, and there is no pork that humans have been punished for.]
[Real human beings can only become pigs if they enter the pedestrian street with castles in the air]
After receiving the reminder, Jiang Linxian felt a little relieved, but he suddenly lost his favorable impression of the paper man in front of him.
"Who are you cooking this dish for?"
Jiang Linxian calmed down and asked curiously.
It is better not to offend this little paper man now, and then consider whether to deal with him after asking for useful information.
"Of course it's for the master." The little paper man replied: "The master will come over for dinner every night. If you don't satisfy him, you will be punished."
"By the way, you humans must also work hard to make delicious food for your master to enjoy. Otherwise, you will be punished by your master?"
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"What kind of food does your master like to eat?" Jiang Linxian asked.
"What? You want to ask me for information? That's not possible." The little paper man twisted his head and continued cooking: "You want me to share information without any benefit. How can there be such a good thing."
