The old man didn't even look at the small plate, there were only four square jade-like radish dishes, and years of experience told him that there was an eighty percent chance that this thing was just good-looking, and it might be catalyzed by the hormone purified by some demon plant like the black-hearted ghost in the different food shop.

"Will it be delicious?" The bun was a little hot, and the door turned the bun back and forth in his hand, "Hmm! It's the taste of cheap wheat flour, the aroma is good, but the gluten is insufficient, and the grinding is fine enough..."

"Oh~"

A group of people in the back made a yin and yang weird sound - this thing is afraid that it will be willing to be beaten by Boss Lin's thirty-eight-ton old fist, tsk.

Lin Chou still had a smile on his face.

He didn't mean to be angry at all, and even wanted to drink Bing Kole a little.

"This is the wheat flour milled by the Chengnan Farm, and the yield of dwarf wheat is not high, and it still tastes very sweet."

At first glance, he is a pampered foodie, and his wallet must be very solid, so it must be very tiring to reload it in his pocket...

The door condition looked at the buns,

"Can I try it?"

"You're welcome!"

The door condition took a bite of the bun,

"Shhhh I'll go..."

Caught off guard, the gravy and grease overflowed the mouth—if it could be sold in a black-hearted shop before the cataclysm, it could be sold as soup dumplings!

The scalded teeth grinned, and a mouthful of incense and even the belt filling was pushed around in the mouth, and it couldn't get down the throat.

He whimpered in a surprised tone,

"Dead-faced? This bun is actually dead..."

I didn't even see that this bun was dead, so I talked to the boss about the gluten of flour! It's all dead, what kind of high ribs do you need...

I was negligent and careless, and I didn't even notice that the bun skin didn't have the taste of fermentation.

The door condition was a little blushing, and inadvertently the two big buns in his hand were only a piece of skin, and after stuffing it into his mouth, the door clapped his hands,

"Give me thirty more, I'm eating fast, I haven't tasted it!"

Evolutionary, it's not a problem to eat hundreds and eighty of these buns.

The door is still reminiscent of the taste in his mouth, the fat is very good, the meat is very fragrant, but it doesn't feel greasy at all, it seems that there are several ingredients in it that he has never tried - especially the two... It's still three kinds of vegetables, and the taste is very peculiar.

Lin Chou pointed behind him,

"I only have fifty or sixty in this cage."

When he turned around, the people behind him all looked at him with hideous faces.

"Uh..."

A basket of steamed buns, you kid want half of it?

If you have the ability, you can try it and see if the big guy can beat the out for you!

After getting off work, I rushed here, not just for this morning's only cheap and affordable salt-baked chicken and pig blood soup and big buns...

What do you mean, kid! Bao Yuan, huh?

The door turned back silently, and wanted to struggle,

"We... There are about a dozen people..."

I listened to the messy voice behind my head and blew up the pot,

"Calendar! Have a mine at home? ”

"Fart, what kind of buns do you eat when you have a mine, two million bowls of Taiping Yan are beckoning to you, hey~"

"Does this kid understand the rules? More than a dozen people lined up by yourself? ”

"Pull his head back and hammer him!"

The door first hugged and apologized to the person behind him, and then stretched out his slap,

"Five, I want five."

He returned to his seat with a chicken, five steamed buns, a plate of radish dishes, and a bowl of soup with a wry smile.

Before I came here, I listened to the thousands of instructions from my family that all those hunters were not easy to get along with, and they didn't blink when they fought, fighting, killing, and setting fires.

If it weren't for his strong opposition, his family would have been able to match him with a regiment of bodyguards.

I don't understand the situation.,The big guy is talking about a nature.,It's just an official and a private person.,In this kind of era background.,Are you so hostile to each other?

The official hunters brought by the door situation are a little unpleasant,

"Boss, this is too bullying..."

"That's it, a group of second- and third-order juniors, I don't know, I think they're all sixth-order bosses."

"them, boss!"

Door condition rhetorical question,

"Knowing that they are at most two or three ranks, they will be angry when they win? Honorable? ”

“......”

"A team of well-equipped third-order officials are gathering and fighting with miscellaneous private hunting teams in the wilderness, and if you spread my face?"

“......”

"You guys, learn more from Brother Zheng's soldiers, and let me worry less about snacks."

“......”

When the door was finished, he put the square plate on the table,

"Every day I hear others say how this small restaurant is, my ears are about to become calloused, come, let's try it together, Brother Gao, you also... Hey... What about the Gao Ge people..."

At the end of the line that had already been discharged from the house, a hand stretched out and shook it embarrassedly,

"Queue up for dinner!"

“......”

Men took out a knife from his waist and cut each bun evenly into quarters.

"Well, let's taste it first."

"Wow~"

After the bun was cut, the orange fat mixed with the gravy immediately filled the bottom of the plate, and the aroma bombarded the nostrils of the people at the table like a bomb.

The door situation and the dozen or so people of the official hunting team looked at each other,

"Damn..."

"This smell is too special!"

The door condition forced himself to chew slowly, carefully feeling the taste of every inch of the bun filling.

(It's amazing, how many kinds of meat are put in this bun filling, and it seems that none of them are familiar to me.) ）

(This vegetable is a wild vegetable, wild onions and a little bit of wild leeks, it looks rough but the ratio is very fine, and the flavor and fusion are just right.) ）

(How do you do that with so much gravy?) ）

A bun, full of question marks on the condition of eating.

"Squeak~"

In particular, there seem to be a lot of strange diced meat evenly distributed in the stuffing of the buns.

The brittle and elastic teeth are full of juice, as if in an alternative way to depict the image of the bun in the mouth.

Huang Dashan asked with a smile on the table next door,

"How?"

The door was a little dumbfounded, and Na Na asked,

"This bun filling..."

Huang Dashan said with a smile,

"I don't know, diaphragm meat, minced mutton, wild horse meat, and horse sausage are not common cooking ingredients, especially this horse sausage, I tell you, it's very good for men!"

“？”

"Ten men and nine hemorrhoids know how to fight, and the remaining one either rides a horse often or often eats horse sausages!"

“......”

I couldn't cry or laugh at the door, and tried to get a hemorrhoid out of my mind.

"Buryat buns, it's amazing, the raw materials that I've never heard of can be wrapped into buns, and it's unexpectedly delicious."

The mountain master smiled disdainfully,

"Young people, you should read more books and increase your knowledge..."

The mountain master foamed at the mouth and gave the door a science popularization of the long history and small stories of Buryat buns, and his mouth was like a river gushing, and he was stunned when he heard the door situation.

- These are all things that the mountain master heard from Lin Chou and the diners, and they are used to pretend to be just right for the occasion at this time.