The mountain master held back for a long time before he said a word,

"Linzi, some of the dishes you make are never sold, why do you still have these.... Well~something? ”

Lin Chou has a good temper, otherwise he would have to cover a plate on Huang Dashan's bald head.

The question itself is unprofessional, and can be seen as a malicious insult to a chef.

A chef is to a dish what an otaku is to a girlfriend.

"Girlfriend", a technically common term, couldn't be more ordinary.

But for otaku, that scope is quite broad, and it can refer to anyone and any object, even concepts!

For this kind of question, Ben Shuai is disdainful to answer.

Lin Chou thought so in his heart.

The dense barley bread is charcoal-roasted, perfectly preserving the fermented flavor, and layers of white steam flow out of the cracks, and the yellowish bread exudes a faint sour aroma.

This is like the dough cake that I often ate when I was a child, thick and big, the surface of the iron pot is black and swarthy, not soft and delicate, and the production is rough, and its sweetness even comes from the "saccharin" that has been forgotten by most people.

But it's the kind of thing that makes people's mouths water when they think about it occasionally.

The alcohol in beer has long since evaporated, and perhaps the Sumerian legacy's greatest legacy to the world, the moisture and sugar in liquid bread made from barley malt make barley bread swell and soft, sweeter than water, and transform the rough taste of barley bread.

Barley bread is easily digested and degreasing, and Mongolians believe that it goes well with beef jelly.

The surface of the ice-cold jelly was placed on the steaming bread slices, and the surface immediately became blurred, like a mist on the glass window.

The melted gravy begins to slowly seep into the thick slices of bread, taking away the heat from the bread as well.

If Lin Chou didn't eat it at the moment, he only needed to put it there for half an hour, and the two would be perfectly adhered together.

In fact, Mongolians prefer slices of bread that are grilled to a very dry and crispy point with beef foot jelly, but Lin Chou doesn't think so.

"Squeak."

The sound of tooth cutting jelly is unusually crisp, which is also the texture that can only be achieved with ox's feet as raw materials, slightly hard, brittle and tough, so that the presence of jelly is very sufficient, and it cannot be ignored at all.

The beef foot jelly does not melt away as easily even at room temperature, and slowly but firmly melts into a thick gravy in the mouth.

Among them, the beef tongue and beef head meat need to be chewed vigorously to release the meat aroma hidden deep in it.

The fibers of yak meat are longer and thicker, and the meat quality seems to carry the tenacity of the top of the snow-capped mountain, which is indescribably unique.

The sour aroma of barley bread is not strong, but there is no way to ignore it, especially when chewing bread and beef together, the original satisfaction of filling the stomach is more refreshing.

It has been said that the senses of the tongue are twofold.

The first is to distinguish the taste of food, whether it is good or bad, it will faithfully feedback to the brain.

On the other hand, there is the part of the six senses, and it is said that as soon as the food is eaten, the tongue can immediately tell whether the food can replenish all the nutrients and energy needed by the body, and if so, then it will feed back to the brain a strange sense of pleasure, and when this pleasure is combined with the deliciousness of the food itself, the effect is amazing.

Regardless of whether there is a scientific basis or not, Lin Chou feels that the food in his mouth at this moment can definitely explain this statement perfectly.

"Really... Can you eat it? ”

The mountain master looked at Lin Chou's expression and doubted his aesthetics.

Lin Chou finished eating the bread in his hand, and immediately took out a wind chime and hung it on the roof.

"Beef foot jelly with barley bread beef brain sauce, 18888 circulation point."

"it!!"

The mountain lord's face was full of surprise,

"No, I'm... That one... Hey, wait, where are you going for the rest?? ”

"Take it back."

The mountain lord was angry,

"Lao Zheng and I haven't eaten yet, why did you just take it away?"

Lin Chou pointed to the wind chimes,

"It's already listed, please pay first."

“...”

Huang Dashan almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood,

"You kid is so careful,, I'll just say a few words, you are **naked revenge!"

Lin Chou spread his hands and expressed helplessness.

The sign has been hung up, and this dish has already been pulled on the system's small abacus.

If you don't give money, you want to eat overlord meals?

With the urine nature of the system, it is likely that Lin Chou will be directly put on a tenth-order buff for any existence.

...

Lin Chou went to the back mountain to take a look, and found that there was an extra winding step leading directly to the mountain stream.

And the so-called reconstruction simply made Lin Chou's labor directly go down the drain, and the two barrages were gone, and there was not even a shadow.

"Groove system, could you please explain to me, where is my fish pond? I think I might be blind, I can't see! ”

"Stupid lower primates, if they want to raise meat with perfect quality, they must restore the most suitable environment for their survival, and in order to keep them happy and move freely, it is natural that there is no limit to their range of activities."

"This system is produced, it must be a high-quality product, this system will be the Lin family Xiaoguan mountain stream, with a great will to give it the concept of 'home', no matter where the fish and shrimp in the water swim to, they will eventually return here, and give birth to children and raise offspring here, understand?"

Lin Chou swears that there will never be a second time in this life about this kind of thankless work, mmp!

The broad beans booked with Bao Er may take another day or two to arrive, and Lin Chou is not in a hurry, so he leaves after a few glances.

"Hmm, it's foggy?"

At a casual glance, I caught a glimpse of the fog in the direction of the ancestral mountain, and the entire mountain forest flickered under the cover of the fog.

Lin Chou muttered,

"I haven't seen light or fog in many years... Except for the Black Sinking Sea. ”

Speaking of fog, Lin Chou thought of the strange old man who could speak hydrology he met in the dark sea, and his intuition told him that the blind old man was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

"Mad, for more than 200 years, Mingguang doesn't know how many talented people have been drummed into the sea by the black army?"

Yes, no.

At least Mingguang still has a hateful old lady who can make clothes, and that leather whip dipped in cold water made Lin Chou still remember it vividly.

The golden thread Jiao and the rolling don't know where they ran again, the yard was empty, and even the hairball and hairy cow had no shadow.

Lin Chou barked a few times, but the four dogs cowered and hid behind the tree and watched him.

Lin Chou went up with a kick,

"Let's play."

The four dogs are running away, needless to say, they must be going to the big-breasted sister to sue the black.

It's funny, no matter how smart the four dogs are, can't the big and small kings still be indistinguishable?