It's time to show off the real technology, and then we have to use a well-cooked line: leave everything to time.

That's right - technology is indeed technology, and no matter how much it is imitated, it can't surpass it, but it's not Lin Chou's technology.

Stew lamb in a large pot for at least two and a half hours, spicy sheep's feet and sheep's head for at least three and a half hours...

As for the pit roasting, when roasting, all the open flames should be removed, and only all the yellow mud buns should be buried with coals.

Well, barely.

Lin Chou looked at the time,

"Yes, tomorrow I must buy two of the best earplugs, and I will use cotton rags or something to deal with them tonight."

None of these guys could go away, and the snoring on the hillside in front of them was loud and cracked.

At this moment, please allow Lin Chou to have a wish that dares to be alone, he is extremely looking forward to the rapid growth of the homeland tree.

The homestead tree is still growing too slowly, preferably so tall that you can't hear the purring below.

Lin Chou stepped out and saw Leng Han teaching Zhao Ziyu with a straight face.

"Except this time, which one didn't sneak out? Well? ”

"At a young age, gluttony, sleep, and playfulness, do you think you can relax after awakening the same abilities as your grandfather?"

"Look at your Second Uncle Zhao, who cultivates until late at night every day, and often retreats! Look at you again, Grandpa Zhao catches you to retreat every time with a bright light! ”

The entire Yanhui Mountain was quiet, only the sound of Leng Han's decibel was not high, and it echoed like an ice ridge on the ground.

Poor Zhao Ziyu looked at this and that, and the people who were seen took two steps back without exception and looked at the sky neatly.

It just so happened that Zhao Ziyu also saw him, and a light of hope suddenly rose in his eyes.

Looking at each other, everything seemed to be silent—one of the feet that Boss Lin stepped out of was suddenly retracted lightly.

“......”

Zhao Ziyu almost didn't bite all his teeth.

(Brother Chou, you are not righteous anymore!) ）

(I, Zhao Ziyu, misread you!) ）

The temperature plummets.

"What about you, distracted?"

Zhao Ziyu immediately said pitifully,

"Sister, I know it's wrong, I'll go back and retreat, close to death!"

"Cultivation and cultivation and cultivation - if the earth does not explode, I will not take a vacation; If the universe doesn't rest, I won't rest! ”

Leng Han's eyes were slightly cold, and he swept away Zhao Ziyu's "skin power firmness" like a decay.

Zhao Ziyu suddenly trembled,

"Sister, sister! If you have something to say, don't move your feet... Hand! I'm still young, sister! What I'm saying is the truth, and it's not rough, sister! ”

Leng Han's brows twisted deeper,

"Who taught you these words?"

(It's over, the skin is big!) ）

Where did Zhao Ziyu dare to say that he was ripped out with the second uncle every day, and it was estimated that the second uncle would have to be whipped by his grandfather's half-crocodile dragon leather whip in cold water when he went back-speaking of which, even his cousin's whip method was taught by his grandfather!

To say that there are only two and a half people present who have the ability to solve the danger of Young Master Zhao:

Lin Chou is one, Sikong is one, and Huang Dashan is that half.

Because the way the mountain master broke the siege mainly depends on whether the skin and flesh are enough porcelain.

Brother Chou can't count on it, and the mountain master is completely unreliable, so there is only one option left.

“......”

Sikong sighed, took out a handkerchief from his pocket that he hadn't used for a long time, covered it to his mouth, and held his chest with one hand,

"cough cough cough~"

The sound of a violent cough drew everyone's attention, including Leng Han.

Sikong wiped the corners of his mouth, and the handkerchief was a shocking bright red.

And all the people were shocked,

", Sikong Gongzi, you... You..."

"What's going on? What's the matter! ”

Leng Han wondered,

"Aren't you much better, why are you like this again?"

Sikong's face was pale without a little blood, and he vigorously pressed that little lung capacity,

"Tired, tired... Morning lessons... Soup, Lin Chou's soup..."

Leng Han's gaze swept over Shen Daru, who was unconscious on a certain table,

"You wait, I'll go find Lin Chou."

After Leng Han entered, Zhao Ziyu jumped up and hugged Sikong, very moved,

"Woo, Sikong is still interesting enough for you, you are too good to me."

Zhao Ziyu cocked his thumb,

"Professional, so professional! Anyway, I didn't see when you put this blood in your mouth, what kind of blood, pig blood, it looks exactly like the real thing..."

Sikong puffed his eyes, and his anger was ruined,

"Get out, that's Lao Tzu's own blood!"

Zhao Ziyu stumbled for a long time,

"I'm vomiting blood! You... Are you okay? ”

Sikong drank a glass of water and rinsed his mouth with a grunt.

After spitting out the water, he said with a pride on his face,

"Do you think that all these years of illness were born in vain? Isn't it as simple as spitting up some blood? ”

Everyone: "......"

Then I saw Sikong's eyes move, and his face instantly turned pale again.

Leng Han came out.

Leng Han hurriedly walked to him with a soup bowl and pinched Sikong's mouth hard.

"Click."

The mouth was as wide open as the city gate, and the little tongue of Sikong could be faintly seen.

The soup was poured in smoothly -

Balls, sacks of balls...

How did the crisp "Kaba" just now get fat??

The soup was all in his stomach, and Sikong came back to his senses.

His eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened wide, and he could utter only one syllable,

"Ahhhh

- Whoever puts his chin is violently removed, the performance is almost like this.

Everyone: "......"

They only felt a terrifying cool breath rushing to the back of their heads from the root of their tails, which could only be relieved by inhaling and inhaling vigorously.

Zhao Ziyu was about to cry, and stumbled and said,

"Sister... Sikong... Sikong, he's not unconscious... I'll drink it myself..."

Zhao Ziyu felt that he would soon be led by a dog and was beaten to death by Sikong.

“？”

Leng Han frowned and thought, a little blush enveloped his neck and rose to his cheeks.

Lin Chou, who came out with Leng Han, glanced left and right, stretched out his hand and pushed,

"Kaba~"

Tight-fitting.

Sikong squatted down with his chin in his hands, his face pressed against the ground, and his shoulders shook silently.

Crowd: "......."

Calm down, calm down, inhale inhale, inhale.

Poor Sikong Gongzi, I guess I haven't experienced this kind of pain when I'm so old - it's still once or twice in a row!

Lin Chou blinked innocently,

"It'll hurt for a while, this is me, if you change to a big-breasted sister, she will cut your face with a knife and then rehang the hook for you."

Sikong crouched in place and continued to tremble, and an aura called desolation rose from his bony back.

Of course, others may think it is sad, but Young Master Zhao has touched the resentment of the wall cracking that makes him feel cold.

Sikong trembled for a while before standing up again, wiping away his tears and asking,

"You're absolutely fine, right? It won't be crooked, and you have to pick it up again, right? How can you, a cook, give bones to others casually? ”

No one wants to experience this kind of unwarranted disaster more than once.

Lin Chou felt that his profession had been questioned and insulted,

"What a joke!"

"Half of my solution (xiè) is more salt than you eat, look at the flesh and skin, a kitchen knife can dismantle you with one hand and put it back together again, believe it or not, one more scratch on the bone cartilage is considered a loss! Isn't it just a jaw to reach out? Dismantle the braised silver carp head to find out? ”

Leng Han: "......"

Zhao Ziyu: "......"

Everyone: "......"

Sikong swallowed his saliva and grunted.

- Can't I just admit defeat, it's like this son can win.