The twenty or so evolutionaries in front of them were still startled, and they listened to the paper man actually talking in a loud voice, and the voice was quite familiar.

"Hey, what are you doing? Come and help! ”

Everyone was confused,

"You... Who are you..."

"I'm so damn you Grandpa Mountain!!"

"Oh oh..."

The group of evolutionaries asked as they helped,

"What's going on..."

Huang Dashan squinted his eyes, his face was quite gloomy,

"Haven't you seen the sticker of the landlord?"

A few guys stared at the paper felt that was almost two fingers thick for a while, and I was speechless.

- Either you can't afford it, your multiplier is a bit high.

This stunned time was so long that Huang Dashan could no longer control the power of the desolation in his body.

(Why don't I lose face?) ）

(Is it to extinguish the mouth, to extinguish the mouth, or to extinguish the mouth...) ）

To say that smart people are not only smart people, but also have a strong desire to survive, and embarrassing chats come as soon as they open their mouths,

"The mountain master is the mountain master, what is different from our miscellaneous fish, the capable work hard, even the landlord plays such a big hahahaha~"

Everyone: "......"

Sikong was soon rescued from the paper by everyone, but he was already sweating profusely and crumbling, quite miserable.

The weight is nothing, but the left layer and the right layer are so hot, which means that Sikong has been sitting next to Leng Han, otherwise this thing would have been hot and heatstroke.

"I said, Master Shan, you... Who the hell won..."

The mountain master sneered, and slapped the integrated paper armor on the slap,

"Anyway, Lao Tzu didn't lose, Lao Tzu is not the thickest paper shell."

Sikong, who replied with blood, immediately sneered,

"It's true that you're not the thickest one to be pasted, but your area is large~"

Sikong compared the paper shell armor that he took off from his body with the mountain master - it felt that it was not impossible to put four or five Sikong in.

Huang Dashan: "??? ”

Smart people are so good at making excuses for themselves now! It's as thin as a bamboo pole, and when the wind blows, it may break down, isn't it?

Like, it's remarkable.

In fact, with the improvement of the evolutionary level, it is almost impossible for the white-faced weakness of the Sikong type to appear under the subtle power of the source, but it is easy to become a muscle monster that can run on the waist and arm of the apeback male dog by casually taking out a few tasks and exercising.

This may be a good thing for men, but if it is placed on some female compatriots who pay special attention to body shape, it is simply an out-and-out disaster.

For example, Sister Xingxing.

Simply fat can still burn calories, but if you replace fat with the same amount of muscle group, how to burn it - the coach doesn't teach this!

In short, aside from all kinds of other halos, the painting style of the adult family Sikong Gongzi is still very marketable in the base city, after all, scarcity is expensive.

I am used to big fish and meat every day, and occasionally I see a little cabbage that is not babyish.

Shan Ye and the others firmly believe that they are definitely not the ones at the bottom, and they are noisy and lively.

Then someone from the new inside asked,

"Hey, one, two, three, four, five... There are only five of you here, so why do you have six decks in your hand? ”

Sikong et al.: "......"

Huang Dashan twisted his eyebrows and asked rhetorically,

"Hehehe, yes, why only five people have six decks in their hands... Why do you say that... What about you? ”

"It's... It's..."The man thought seriously for a long time, eh, no, I'm the one who asks the question!

Huang Dashan said in his heart that it is your sister, yes, is it possible for Lao Tzu to tell them that this deck of cards is a cold tyrannosaurus? Was she the one who put up the little note with us and was the one who lost the most? Lao Tzu hasn't lived enough!

emmmmm, let's say that our lieutenant general Leng is a little more competitive!

If it weren't for her stickers, where could she stick them to the extent of dozens of catties, could it be because the big-breasted sister was also involved in the gambling game?

...

The kitchen of the small restaurant was filled with the smell of hot wheat, and the steamer was taller than Lin Chou in a hug thick, and the top was like a "chimney", from which water vapor churned and gushed out and quickly enveloped the kitchen.

"Haha, sure enough, there are buns~"

"I still smell the beef!"

"When I was on the night shift, I had a dream, I was gnawing on big buns, I couldn't eat enough, is this a dream come true?"

Twenty or so people came from the four-wall construction site, and the base city worked all night to speed up the progress of the evolutionary in three shifts, and these people had already been physically exhausted and hungry on their chests and backs.

Inside, Lin Chou began to prepare oil for beef offal soup, pig blood soup, etc., pouring spicy seeds, boiled chili peppers, roasted chili peppers, and fresh chili peppers-

"Ahh

The sharp spicy and burnt aroma of crispy numb instantly occupied everyone's perception channels, and the diners who smelled this familiar and exciting spicy aroma felt that a fire was about to burn in their bodies.

I have to say that this taste is really refreshing.

A fat guy rubbed his stomach bitterly,

"I moved bricks for a night, and I don't know if it's enough for Boss Lin to pay for a meal here..."

"Chubby, let's die of this heart, it's good to work for the commission to be able to deduct taxes, and you still want wages? Dream! ”

Chubby sighed,

"Old Zhong, what you say... It's too real and can easily cause discomfort. ”

He looked in the direction of the kitchen, and hoped that Boss Lin would hurry up and make breakfast.

"Yo, it's coming!"

"Buns, let's have ten buns first~"

“......”

Chubby immediately got up to line up, but was pressed back into the chair by the old clock.

Chubby: "??? ”

What are you doing, you have to know that if you don't go, you can grab the buns, please be early!

The old bell made a look,

"The counter is not full, Boss Lin deliberately left a large area, there will definitely be dishes coming up in a while, listen to me, wait!"

Xiaopang thought about it, it seemed right, didn't I see that none of the people in the mountain master moved, and his face was full of "You please come first".

There's something wrong with this style! What are they waiting for?

The people who had drawn the card to get breakfast had already begun to enjoy it, and for a while, all kinds of aromas and sounds swallowed up the old bell and the little fat like a sea of oceans.

"Shhh

"Click, click!"

"Let's haw~"

Chubby almost didn't cry, everyone was eating, why should I wait here stupidly?

Lao Zhong coughed,

"Trust me..."

However, the gurgling gut protest and the constant action of swallowing saliva made him not look very confident.

Over there, Huang Dashan was originally holding Erlang's legs, and a wave of the old god was there, and he was blowing the water with Sikong, blowing magnificent waves... What did you suddenly jump up to,

"Spicy watermelon rind, wait for a night!"

As he spoke, the mountain master rushed to the counter with a hula.

He didn't forget to stand in line.

In the rear, Lao Zhong Xiaopang: "Rush!" ”

The two grabbed the ninth and tenth positions.

Lin Chou put two rice buckets with an old mortise and tenon structure that looked very old at a glance on the counter.

"Add a dish today, tofu with claw clips."

Only then did the person who served the meal react and rushed back with a bun and an old bowl in his mouth.

Sikong Gongzi muttered,

"As for it, there are only more than 30 people in total, so it's enough to line up or not!"

The mountain master pointed to the small barrel, so Sikong raised his face,

"I take back what I just said."

The outer surface of the keg is oily and moist, with a sense of age of an old pulp object, and the hand is carved with patterns of flowers, birds, fish and insects - in short, this is a very delicate wooden barrel.

So the problem is, just as we generally don't use delicacy to describe a strong man with a big waist and a round waist, we can't use delicacy to target a huge rice bucket.

With the delicate keg and the thick barrel walls, you can imagine how much space is left inside.

The mountain master couldn't help but think of the fruits of last night's labor.

That's a few hundred kilograms of clips, and that's all you need to make with this little bit of finished product? Go to the grave and burn newspapers to fool the ghosts! If you have a black heart, you must have swallowed it privately!

As soon as he thought of this, he saw Lin Chou put a spoonful of delicate and crystalline bean curd from the big bucket into his bowl.

The mountain man complained,

"If you say crab tofu, you will have crab tofu! This..."

Lin Chou didn't respond.

Then he scooped half a spoonful of tofu from the most eye-catching small wooden barrel in Huang Dashan.

"Tick"

Boss Lin's hand holding the spoon shook inadvertently, and half a spoon suddenly disappeared by a third, so he was satisfied with pouring it on the bean curd.

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

The whole person of the mountain master is confused,

", did your kid be in charge of cooking in the canteen of Qinshan Martial Arts School before?"

Lin Chou slanted at him,

"You must have scolded me in your heart just now, right?"

Huang Dashan: "??? ”

For the hair...

Lao Tzu doesn't have the habit of writing subtitles on his face.,So you're a new awakened mind-reader.。

Lin Chou coughed and said while cooking,

"I thought I could let everyone taste it, but the clips are too boring, and a few hundred kilograms will produce such a small bucket of 'tofu'."

Chubby counted the people in front of him,

"Well, it's only eight, this wave is stable!"

Lao Zhong said proudly,

"Look, listen to me~"

Someone asked,

"What's in that vat next to that?"

"Bean curd, chicken bean curd."

Sikong had such an expression,

"I knew how it would be so slow."

Huang Dashan ran to the table with the tableware,

"Damn, Douhua is Douhua, and Chicken Douhua, I love to engage in these strange things, have you ever heard of flashy things... Suck and slip~"

This snort almost sucked Huang Dashan's soul away.

Huang Dashan didn't dare to believe it, "My mother... Is it so fresh..."

The appearance of the tofu is really worse than a star and a half, the clot is not as complete as the chicken bean curd, and even the color of the soup is dark.

Overall, pouring it in a chicken bean curd bowl looks like a mudslide roaring down from the top of the Great Snow Mountain... Yes, that's right... It is the sense of déjà vu of the mudslide.

Even a person like Huang Dashan, whose aesthetic is distorted to the point of not being able to look good, has a way to see some chic beauty in this bowl of snowy mountain mudslide - but it won't be so ugly that it's hard to swallow anyway, right?

But after the entrance, the miraculous extreme deliciousness really made the mountain master unable to find the slightest fault.

"O sea, you are all water..."

The mountain master smacked his mouth, there were really no words, and there was only one sentence left after turning it over,

"Fresh... It's so fresh..."

One bite after another, even if it is hot and you can't close your mouth, you don't want to stop at all.

The inside of the tofu is full of tiny holes and veins, and the soup will dripble in your mouth whenever you chew it.

The texture that looks very delicate actually has a bit of unyielding toughness in it.

It does not melt in the mouth, only when you touch and squeeze with your teeth and the tip of your tongue, and feel those dense veins and holes shattered one by one, will it open the door of the deepest secret and let you pick it up.

Sikong sat on the chair opposite Huang Dashan,

"It's better to come early than to come by chance, ha, Master Shan, you are here every day, how many times have you encountered such a good thing?"

Huang Dashan "sucked" and drained all the inventory in the bowl,

"Well, this seems to be boiling water cabbage and some kind of soup, which is too little..."

"I'll tell you, Lin Zi he has changed, then there is nothing when no one comes, and when that one comes, today just this shipment happens to be the fattest tomorrow, this kid is not honest."

Sikong shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything, just silently moved his bowl away from Huang Dashan.

In front of him lay two bowls: a bowl of chicken bean curd and a bowl of tofu with tongs.

Huang Dashan's eyes widened,

", why do you have two bowls of Lao Tzu and only one bowl of Lao Tzu?"

Sikong was silent for a while,

"Maybe it's because you're ugly."

All:

"Poof~"

"Puff ha~"

"Sikong Gongzi's words are reasonable~"

Huang Dashan shouted angrily,

"I ask you if I am pretty, do you hear, I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language!"

Sikong said casually while wiping the spoon with a tissue,

"Oh, maybe it's because I'm recharged?"

Huang Dashan: "......"

You can go to your grandma's, you big bug - coach, I want to learn programming, and then develop my own plug-in!

Sikong's spoon is gently stirred in a bowl of chicken bean curd,

"Wow~"

"Wow~"

The pale amber or brown color of the soup swells slightly, like the sparkling water surface of the setting sun reflecting the sun's rays.

The sweet and long aroma seems to be rippling with the fluctuation of the soup in the bowl, and the large piece of chicken bean curd in the bowl seems to have really become a cloud under the sunset, and the clouds are relaxing and lazy.

What made Sikong feel most incredible was that when he stirred the soup, there was not a single edge of flour falling on the large piece of chicken bean curd, and the bottom of the bowl was also free of any impurities, and it was completely transparent from top to bottom.

Sikong muttered,

"Let's try it... I've eaten chicken bean curd from different restaurants before... I didn't expect it to be used with tofu with tongs this time... How fresh..."

Chicken bean curd Sikong still has some understanding, its finished color is snow white, resembling bean curd, with chicken as the material, it is a representative dish of Sichuan cuisine with meat and vegetarian.

Chicken bean curd pays attention to a soup with clear meat and white and tender balls, which belongs to the kind of template that everyone thinks can be made at a glance at the recipe and is very simple, but it is especially easy to hit the dog's brain when you really do it.

According to legend, this dish is related to the concubine of the Hou Shu lord Meng Chang, because Mrs. Hua Rui has a weak stomach, Meng Chang ordered the imperial chef to make a dish for her that nourishes her body and stomach and is easy to digest.

Later—

Later, it is unknown whether Mrs. Blossom's stomach problem is better or not, but if he doesn't eat like this, his stomach will definitely explode on the spot.

Scooping a large tablespoon of tofu and pouring it into the chicken bean curd bowl, Sikong raised the bowl in Huang Dashan's salivating gaze, and said solemnly,

"Do it first in the next place for respect."

Huang Dashan happily bared his snow-white twelve teeth,

"Let's die together!"