Uncle Niu showed a clear rejection both in his heart and in action.

What's wrong with the fortune teller, the fortune teller also has principles, okay, don't do to others what you don't want to do to others, do you know?

The people next to him felt that the proposition of "how to make Xuetuan Lori eat a mouthful of hot rice" was quite interesting, and one by one their brains began to diverge, and they came up with ideas: what to swallow directly with the pot and fire, what to use the origin as a shell to entrap private goods, and what to dry up while the meat is not paying attention.

However, Mr. Lu Xun has a saying-in the face of absolute power, all skills are floating clouds.

It's all useless, it can't be done at all.

The enthusiasm of this group of second goods is even higher, and the team has a heated discussion, and it feels like it has become a team knowledge quiz competition-

Lin Chou looked cold, who stipulated that being a cook should master such a suspicious skill, it was too much for him to grandma.

For a person who was always worried about that poor intelligence value by his own slot system, he said that the pressure was great.

(I'm running out of intelligence, so I definitely don't waste my brain cells lightly, I have to save some money.) ）

It is indeed a waste of brain cells, and this problem has obviously become a historical problem left over from Yanhui Mountain.

The soldiers of the iron camp and flowing water, all the hunting teams that have been in and out of Yanhui Mountain in the past two days have shown their unusual concern and love for Meng Meng Da Xuetuan Loli, and Uncle Niu and Ji Tang, who were recuperating on Yanhui Mountain, couldn't sit still, seeing the pain in their eyes and heart, mourning their misfortune and anger:

I'll knock, Sun Thief, the opportunity to tie up with the fifth-order boss is just around the corner, but you choose to turn a blind eye?

Xue Tuanzi didn't hold out any hope, if he really lived for two hundred years, then such thoughts would definitely be able to bury Yan Hui Mountain alive if he wrote them down on paper.

Xue Tuanzi is a master who can't be idle, and he walks around and around, and he can hardly find a figure of him except for the daily meal.

It is worth mentioning that the Gao family sent a stack of glittering source crystal cards to him shortly after Xue Tuanzi came to Yanhui Mountain, all of which were in units of "millions".

Lin Chou: Ahh

Early in the morning of the third day, Xue Tuanzi had a big meat bun in one hand, chewing the third one in his mouth, and went to the back mountain again, and the ancestral mountain on the other side of the mountain stream became a necessary place for Xue Tuanzi to "walk" in the past two days.

His hobby seems to be a bit special, and he always likes to bring back some inexplicable trophies, such as a handful of fragrant and bright flowers, a basket of mushrooms that are extremely poisonous at first glance, and a bunch of colorful pebbles...

And so on, from the voice to the behavior, it feels like a little girl who has not grown up - the size does not count.

Huang Dashan stuffed a bun in his mouth and whimpered,

"This snowman feels a little weird, how to say it, it gives people the feeling that it is the kind that looks at the ta's favorability and rises unilaterally - all the hunting teams that come to Yanhui Mountain are circling around it."

Lin Chou spread his hands and said,

"How can I understand the world of the big guy, this kind of thing, maybe you should consult Uncle Niu Jitang, they are professional."

"Is it possible that this snowman's bloodline ability is to passively brush up everyone's favorability?"

Huang Dashan shrugged, "The body is like ice, and the heart is like fire?" ”

The two looked at each other, speechless.

Lin Chou scratched his head, "Until now, I haven't figured out why he said that Yanhuishan is very warm, and the furnace of the blast furnace is thousands of degrees louder than it can make this one warm, I?" How is it possible~"

Huang Dashan emmmmm for a while,

"Or is the 'temperature' of the snowman not really 'temperature'?"

Lin Chou said,

"I don't want to think about it, I don't want to think about it, my brain hurts."

The two talked for a while, and Bao Er rode up the mountain, silently putting the one that had never been used... Ah no... The radio, which was reimbursed after only one use, was brought back to the base city for repairs.

This machine and Uncle Niu's unlimited intercom inexplicably eye to eye, you come and I eyebrows, and as a result, I tossed myself to waste - even the radio that is not equipped with the source crystal battery has been on the phone for more than an hour, God knows how it did it.

Really* generate electricity with love?

Bao Er is a thief and a chicken is speechless, and I haven't come in handy before I can stop the dishes, and the start is not good.

Bao Er just kept thinking about making a good start, and used a vigorous big list to impress Boss Lin with his ability to do things - don't you look down on the small circulation points in the base city, from beginning to end they look indifferent, I Bao Er just want to prove you wrong, outrageously wrong, there are as many lambs to be slaughtered in the base city as many as cattle****** after the second left, Lin Chou came to the back mountain beast pen and picked a third-order bull with perfect body proportions from it.

"There's not much, there's only two left."

There are a large number of fresh beast carcasses in the cold storage, but the number of "high-grade" beasts like bull fighting is still very small, and the so-called high-grade is based on the perspective of ingredients rather than grade - not all of them are suitable for consumption.

The base city just picks and chooses those alien beasts that are poisonous and will have obvious and adverse effects on the evolutionary and distribute them according to their rank, and does not consider whether the meat quality of a certain alien beast is suitable for consumption or not.

The Evolutionaries didn't mind the taste of the beast's meat, as long as they could provide enough origin, they wouldn't refuse to come.

Each evolutionary who contributed to the battle of the beast tide can get some, this is the old tradition of Mingguang, and there are many people who are sent to Lin Chou here, but there are no top-notch ones, it should be the reason why the base city has considered Lin Chou to have a large underground cold storage here?

Loss, loss...

Now Yanhui Mountain has become a brand-new option for some evolutionists, in other words-it's not that the alien beasts aren't sassy enough, but that the evolutionaries have a high vision.

Lin Chou's beef steak only sells one a week, and the stock is sufficient, but the other parts are a little insufficient, such as Tom Jerry's same big steak, iron plate beef tongue, beef offal soup...

Of course, the main reason why Lin Chou decided to slaughter another bull was that his beloved spicy cow hooves were about to run out.

It takes a long time to smoke and dry the cow's hooves naturally, so you should prepare in advance, raise the knife in your hand, and leave the cow peacefully, and the blood of the cow will flow into the basin.

Blood tofu made of ox blood is a good choice in the offal soup, and there are also hunting teams who ask Lin Chou to hold the blood into the meat when killing the cow, the result of this is that the beef tastes more vigorous and fishy, especially when frying beef with the salty stone, the juice is rich in chicken, and ordinary people can't enjoy this visual feast.

Evolver, who fights in the wilderness all year round, has a generally heavy taste, and even Lin Chou's cooking techniques have been slightly adjusted.

Huang Dashan suddenly came over,

"Come on, come on, let's see, how long is this cow's whip? I'm gone, and the iron pestle has been sharpened into a needle? Where? ”

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"This is a cow!"

Huang Dashan let out a lost sigh, and looked around the beast pen,

"Why don't you have a bull? How is bull beating not bull? ”

Lin Chou is really too lazy to pay attention to this goods,

"It's not like you're still here with the little yellow chickens, especially with the sheriffs in the hands of the hunting team."

Huang Dashan was embarrassed,

"Mother's good, mother's is even better!"

Lin Chou: "......"

It's vulgar, it's too vulgar, and this thing is getting more and more out of AC in my heart.

Lin Chou secluded the road,

"Actually, it doesn't have to be a bullwhip, like you just said, it's also a must."

Huang Dashan: "? ”

At this time, Xue Tuanzi suddenly came back from the back mountain, still carrying the basket that had been with him for two days.

Xue Tuanzi saw that Lin Chou was splitting the corpse of a bull and said,

"Eat more mutton, mutton is warm and replenished, and it is a heart-warming ingredient."

Lin Chou and Huang Dashan: "......"

The basket of snow dumplings returned with a full load again, and Lin Chou asked with a smile,

"What did you find today?"

The poisonous mushrooms and the like were all thrown away secretly, and they couldn't even be buried on the spot, wouldn't it be a sin if they were eaten by the diligent Xiaoqiu?

The snow ball raised the basket,

"This time it's an ingredient, and it's definitely OK to eat, I promise~"

Lin Chou took the basket and glanced at it, and then stared at the mountain master with a very strange look,

"Eh, what's wrong, what's coming?"

The mountain master was looked at a little squarely by Lin Chou,

"Knock, what do you see, I've never seen such a handsome bald uncle as Lao Tzu?"

The yingyingyingying that the snowman is looking forward to,

"Well, it's the ingredients, it's edible!"

Lin Chou nodded,

"It's the ingredients, indeed."

This is a less common vegetable around Mingguang, the wild wrinkled leaf mustard.

The crumpled leaves are in the shape of chicken feet or forks, covered with tiny hairy spikes, the serrated edges of the leaves are slightly rolled up, and several large leaves are crowded in the center with smaller leaves, and an emerald green peduncle emerges from the inside, blooming a small pale yellow flower.

"Wrinkled leaf mustard is a type of first-order magic plant, but it rarely produces magic plant essence, and the taste is spicy and slightly bitter."

Huang Dashan wondered,

"You've eaten this before??"

"How is it possible, it's expensive, I've just heard of it."

This basket of wrinkled leaf mustard greens has experienced a bit miserable, and the moment it is just picked it is quickly frozen into a lump by the snow balls, crystal clear, and after it is handed over to Lin Chou, it begins to drip, and the leaves have become soft and have lost their spirit.

The snowman was very sad when he saw it,

"It's not tasty..."

Lin Chou said,

"No, no, no, the mustard greens that have been beaten by autumn frost taste the best, cough, to be reasonable, this can barely be regarded as beaten by frost... It's just that the temperature is a bit out of line..."

Three times five divided by two to cook the cow, Lin Chou carried the basket into the kitchen,

"Add vegetables today~"

When I went in, I was still humming a song, and my mood was obviously quite nice.

Huang Dashan is inexplicable,

"Are all cooks so eccentric?"

Snow dumplings review,

"A chef's personality stems from his preference for ingredients."

Looking up and down the snow dumplings on the Yellow Mountain,

"I said, do you have a handle or not?"

Crunch~

Xue Tuanzi left, leaving behind a real-life ice sculpture of the Huangdashan brand called Curiosity Kills the Cat.

(No wonder you and General Leng have a common language, and they can chat across the stove!) ）

In the thick ice shell, the bitter chill was like a sharp steel needle poking Huang Dashan into a thousand holes, this is a cold that even an evolutionary with a strong body like Huang Dashan is almost unbearable, and it seems to be even more exaggerated than Leng Han's bloodline ability, which directly interrogates the soul with five consecutive blows:

Are you cold or not?

Are you cold...

You're cold...

You...

Are you grandma cold or not?

And、It seems、It is very likely that this cold is still wrapped in the suspicious "magic damage" attribute, and it has been frozen for a short time, and even Prince Huang, a big man who takes death as fun, feels that all thoughts are discouraged and life is really tiring, and he is full of negative energy.

Click~

The ice shell shattered, and Huang Dashan shook his body,

"Knock, what's wrong with me? Brain frozen? ”

That feeling just now, Huang Dashan couldn't calm his little heart for a long time,

"It's not a matter of temperature, absolutely not, this snow ball Lori is weird."

When Huang Dashan entered the dining room, the expression on his face became extremely serious, and Xue Tuanzi just snorted (ying) coquettishly and ignored him.

- This made Su Yourong, who was helping in the kitchen, feel that he had been robbed of business again.

(Hmph, I'll too, it's amazing to be white and fat, he doesn't have eyes!) ）

Huang Dashan organized his language and asked very carefully,

"Snowman, this... Cold... I'm afraid it's not just about temperature, right? ”

Snow dumplings,

"How do I know, anyway, I'm used to being cold, sometimes when I get up from sleep, a large area will become an iceberg, and I can only live in a place where no one is, and then I simply hide in the furnace of the blast furnace, and I sleep more and wake up less."

Huang Dashan was speechless, with this kind of ultra-low temperature that even he couldn't just do, it really spread out in a large area, and I am afraid it is even more terrifying than the warlock's meteorite summoning technique.

- Mingguang, Mingguang, what have you experienced in the past two hundred years, and who gave you the stubbornness to stand so strong?

(I can't smell anything from his mouth, is this really two hundred years old?) How do you look ignorant... ）

Huang Dashan was thinking about it, and Uncle Niu jumped in from outside the door.

"Hey, this taste... It seems to be the blood sauce goose that the old man ate when he first met Lin Chou..."

Huang Dashan sniffed hard,

"What a smell, what a smell, I don't smell anything!"

"The sense of smell began to decline at a young age?" Niu Lanshan glanced at him, "Huh... What did you kid do to hurt the heavens and reason, why was the yang fire suddenly pressed like this? ”

"What's the fire??"

"Counting the ball, you don't understand it, it's just temporary, and you can make up for it with two more strings of big waists."

Huang Dashan covered his waist——

I'm knocking!

You Grandpa Mountain, I don't want to lose face?

How can a guy pop up casually is the tone of the deputy who sees through everything!

Niu Lanshan simply sat next to Huang Dashan, muttering while looking at his broken leg,

"The effect of jellyfish soup combined with the essence of the demon plant is very fierce, and it feels like it doesn't take half a month for your legs to grow back."