A few pieces of stinky tofu were thrown into the oil pot by Ye Xiuwen one by one, and the aroma was suddenly overflowing, and all the people of the witch sect covered their noses, and even had to retreat ten miles away!

"Misty grass, what's going on? That monk, do you still want to make into fried snacks? ”

"Yes, you see that black poop-poop, all of them were pinched into cubes by him, and fried in the oil pan?"

"Dirty! Unclean! This monk is really a master of the Dirty Realm? I can even think of such a dirty method, frying,"

"Ugh! Belch! No, I'm going to throw up,"

Ye Xiuwen had just thrown the stinky tofu into the oil pot, and the members of the witch cult who were watching vomited one after another.

Although they lack virtue enough, captivity, plunder, and do all kinds of evil, they have never eaten? So, for people like Ye Xiuwen who dare to do so, they are so impressed that they throw themselves to the ground.

"Ding-dong! Congratulations to the host, the invisible pretending to be successful and getting 40,"

"Ding-dong! Congratulations to the host, the invisible pretending to be successful and getting 40,"

"Ding Dong,"

Invisibly, Ye Xiuwen's compulsion began to swipe the screen, and Ye Xiuwen was even happier, but he didn't expect that he had just started, and the food war was already unbearable for convenience.

40 points of force, this is a lot, if you change to a general pretend, ordinary people are 10 points of force to grow up, and then increase layer by layer.

Ye Xiuwen feels that this may be related to a person's admiration, trust, and even the degree of subjugation of himself.

Anyway, he doesn't care, as long as there is a forced qualification, it will be cool and crooked, and it will be even happier to kill people!

"Don't worry? Each of you has it, Lao Tzu, there are a lot of them! ”

Ye Xiuwen is not bad at all, he used a little force to exchange for 10,000 yuan, Hangzhou's stinky tofu is absolutely authentic, how stinky it is, how stinky it is, and it is loved by the majority of Hangzhou beauties.

"Wash, wash, wash, oh! Oh! ”

The stinky tofu was oiled, and Ye Xiuwen added special condiments to marinate, strawberry-flavored, watermelon, mint, and fish-flavored, anyway, there are all kinds of sauces, brushed on the stinky tofu, and roasted with charcoal.

"Ugh!"

At this moment, when I saw the red and green sauce, I brushed it on it, and everyone vomited.

But the black impermanence was not, he sucked violently, drooling, and actually stepped forward, gave a thumbs up, and said: "This seat has eaten for decades, and you must be the only one who can make so flavorful!" ”

It's good that Hei Wuchang doesn't speak, and this opening is also a crepe.

"Huh? I didn't expect you, a big man, to know so well, but don't worry, poor monk, taste this taste first, right! ”

Ye Xiuwen picked up a string of stinky tofu and suddenly felt extremely fragrant.

"Fog grass, everyone, look, that big monk has to go first,"

"Dirty, this is simply too dirty, there is no one who can be dirty like him, is he going to be the dirtiest with the right protector?"

"It must be, I guess this great monk must have been moved by the spirit of the right protector who dares to eat, and he wants to break through himself,"

"Yes! You see, he's already started eating, and his expression is extremely enjoyable? ”

"Ugh! Don't say it, I want to throw up,"

There were more than 800 people in the front row, and two-thirds of them ran to the side and threw up.

At this time, Ye Xiuwen was enjoying it, this was simply a feast for the taste buds, even he didn't expect that this stinky tofu was first oiled, then brushed with sauce, and roasted on the fire, it was simply delicious.

It's like people who have worked all day and go to the sauna at night, as if the whole body is hot, hitting every pore on the body and blowing outward!

"Cool!"

Ye Xiuwen shouted, and at this moment, the system prompt sounded.

"Ding-dong! Congratulations to the host, who has completed the first level of gourmet, the fourth course of the recipe: fried stinky tofu, gaining activity 40,"

"Ding-dong! Congratulations to the host, who created your own fried, grilled, and multi-flavored stinky tofu for an additional activity of 10,"

"Fog grass, this is awesome, directly add 50 activity!"

"Huh!"

Ye Xiuwen felt that his body, after eating this piece of stinky tofu, was like being coated with a layer of gold, as if every cell in his body was full of vitality.

The feeling was so great that he picked up a bunch of watermelon-flavored stinky tofu again,

"Don't eat it, didn't you give it to me?"

Ye Xiuwen's hand was caught, and the string of watermelon-flavored stinky tofu was also snatched away by Black Impermanence.

"What? Am I not mistaken? Two people, actually rushing to eat -? ”

This scene was seen by the minions of the witch cult, and they became more and more uncalm, and even had something to do, so they ran back directly and reported it to the witch emperor.

"Report! Reporting to the Witch Emperor, the great monk resorted to means, fried the blocks, brushed the sauce and barbecued, and ate the in front of the face, in order to blackmail the right protector.

But I don't want to, the right protector is very strong, and he is competing with the other party for, and he is fighting, and he has already hit, and it is difficult to solve! ”

"Okay, it's really worthy of being the right protector of my witch sect, come on! But there are people who dare to help? ”

As soon as the Witch Emperor drank, there was no one to speak, because eating is not something that ordinary people dare to enjoy.

"Master?" Bai Wuchang stepped forward.

"What? The left protector also wants to take the lead? ”

"No!"

The Witch Emperor asked rhetorically, and Bai Wuchang refused on the spot, and then said tightly: "Sect Master? I see that the sect members at the front are the closest to the battlefield, and they must be deeply impressed by the feat of the Right Protector, so why don't you let them eat too! ”

"Poof!"

The little minion who came to report vomited blood and died, and said in his heart: Nima, what are I doing with this mouth? Oh no, I also have one of the eat-.

"Okay, I look at eating-, it starts with you, since you come back to report, you are naturally mentally prepared, this credit will be handed over to you, wait for your triumph, this emperor will make you the helmsman, go!"

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

Hard-headed, the little minion went down, and also understood the spirit of the sect leader and the slogan issued.

Our slogan is: Eat the, start with me!

ps: Books are also happy, rolling, selling cute, begging for tickets, begging for rewards, if you don't give it, you won't get up, hum! Hum! Hum!