Chapter Eighty-Seven: Shocking to the World
And I saw the smoke of the cooking,
I saw that there was already steaming water vapor in the quaint iron pot on the big earthen stove.
And Lu Xiaoyao stood on the small table of the big earthen stove, and carried the kneading technique like a cloud.
I didn't see how he moved, Lu Xiaoyao's hands were already dancing gracefully like elves in a while.
It's like the clouds dancing merrily, just like the wind flying with the clouds,
Under the stage, there were pieces of shocked eyes everywhere,
I saw that the young and invincible Lin Mei's excited pink fist suddenly stopped in the air,
The stiff little hand had long forgotten to put it down, and the saliva overflowing everywhere had already flowed down the small mouth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
But seeing that the muscular man had long forgotten to answer the question of the middle-aged man Secretary Huang,
The two eyes were just staring at the flying dough and being intoxicated, and there was a line of saliva dripping like rain....
"Oh, our old leader asked you, why don't you talk to you~!" Xiao Li, who was dressed in a straight suit, touched a gold-wire glasses and wiped them, and shouted to the muscular man.
"Shhh, Xiao Li, don't speak, I guarantee with my fifty years of experience, there must be an absolute situation there~"
"Old leader, it's no wonder if there is no situation,
I actually heard the sound of falling rain everywhere,
Is it a light rain? But it's clear that the top of the head is dry and not wet.
I don't have glasses with me,
But look at the flying clouds that seem to be running, is it the dough?"
After Xiao Li finished speaking, he hurriedly brought up his gold-wire glasses,
When the eyes were opened, the whole world suddenly opened up,
No more the astigmatism world that is confused when one finger is two fingers.
But what catches the eye is still the clouds dancing on a pair of white little hands,
Like a fairy dancing like a beautiful fairy,
The dancing clouds finally floated into the quaint big iron pot on the big earthen stove like flowing water.....
"My God, it's really noodles dancing~!" Secretary Huang hadn't finished his sentence, but he smelled the peerless fragrance that he could never forget in this life.
The seductive fragrance of crispy hemp,
Through the bridge of his tall nose,
Let's go down with a mouthful of Ha and go down into the stomach,
The fragrance of crispy hemp overflows the whole body, moisturizing every cell of the body with the passion of youth.
All of a sudden, the whole body of my mind and body entered the most romantic memory hidden in my heart.
brought Secretary Huang's thoughts to the ignorant memories of his youth,
It turned out that it was a longing that had been entangled in my heart for many years, and it was the most youthful and ignorant first love plot in the teenage period.
It's the diary that has been dreaming back to the liver and intestines in the middle of the night and only opens it when he's drunk.
"Lan Lan, it's really you, you're still so beautiful, but I'm old~"
"Brother Bin, you're not old, do you remember the red stone mountain we always went to? I think where you can take me to watch the sunrise........"
The scene of the stage, there was no noise early, no noise early, no screaming early,
There was a look of fascination everywhere, but there were lines and rows of saliva dripping like a light rain.........
"Plop", a big wooden cover, so cruel and terrible with a simple iron pot that suppressed and covered the big earthen stove,
"What's wrong?"
"The end of the world has come?"
"Where's my Britney?"
The whole world suddenly made a noise like the end of the world,
The saddest thing is the first love,
Everywhere there are heartbroken lovelorn expressions of young men,
There is even more saliva still echoing in the small mouth, and the deepest thoughts in my heart can no longer be erased - I want to eat!
Secretary Huang forgot to wipe away the saliva that overflowed from his big mouth early,
The whole body suddenly entered a foodie system: all the senses are running around the function of foodies, everything is centered on eating, representing the highest concept of foodies, representing the highest belief of foodies, and the only thought in my heart is: I must eat~
The muscular man is also completely crazy, his two eyes are showing the greed of a foodie, and he has been looking at the big earthen stove in the god!
"Whoever kills a thousand knives, who covers the big iron pot with a big wooden lid~"
An earth-shattering thunderclap shouted like thunder, and it turned out to be the man next to Lu Xiaoyao, who was crying wolf.....
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"Oh my God, when it's really exciting, he actually got stuck~"
In a courtyard with history in the capital of the Chinese Imperial Palace, there was also a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling,
"Chief, lie down! Is there an enemy attack~" The SWAT fighters standing guard at the door had already pounced,
I saw an old man who was strong and energetic flexibly avoided this swoop, but there was still a line of saliva in his mouth and said after falling like raindrops: "Xiaohu, this time it was indeed suddenly attacked~!"
"Chief, where are you hurt? I'll need to call the nurse right away..."
"Stop, stop, little tiger, it's my stomach that hurts, my poor appetite has been raided,
I'm really becoming a big foodie, and you see, I can't eat this wax-chewing dragon whisker noodles anymore, I ....."
The spirited old man seemed to be like an old naughty boy who was saying a foodie's heart to the guard Xiaohu, but he made Xiaohu's heart stunned and confused: "Where is the enemy attack? Chief, please instruct~!"
The old man ignored Xiaohu's confused expression, and just held his stomach boiling and shouted: "Oh, my little yellow, I miss your claim coupon~" He actually took the satellite phone and began to dial the number.....