The morning light shines through the yellow clouds, sprinkling warm dusk colors, and everything is very beautiful.

It's just that there is a pungent smell that should not belong to such a wonderful tranquil morning up and down Yanhui Mountain.

The few evolutionaries looked a little panicked, holding a large bowl of soup and a bun in their mouth, and scolding and scolding from the small restaurant at a terrifying speed like playing with their lives:

"Huang Dashan, do I have a calendar..."

"Perverted, don't let people have a good meal in the morning."

"Whew... Let Lao Tzu take a breath and scold again..."

"The consumer experience is very poor, the smell of fragrant red beans can't be covered, my God, I almost killed myself when I queued up to buy a bun..."

It turns out that the bullwhip and the tiger whip fight with bayonets and stab lala, with the strong hormones of sparks (emmmm, well, Shanye insists on using these three words to describe this taste, instead of using the rather insulting word 'sao') The smell is definitely not something that normal people can bear

Especially now that the time is pointing to the early morning, this smell is even more anti-human, okay?

Lin Chou, who stayed in the house, was also a little teary-eyed.

His expression was extremely stiff, and he muttered vigorously,

"It's a bit of a taste..."

The female ghost sister is even more miserable.

This kind of yang thing was infinitely equivalent to poison to her, and the vapor was no different from standing in the hot sun and exposing her.

The female ghost lady is uncomfortable, and the mount Wu Ke is naturally even worse, do you feel empathy, and her heart is about to be ridden...

The young lady can't leave his body for the time being, and needs to supplement her popularity from Wu Ke as rations.

emmmm...

What a cute female ghost lady, Rao is a warlock has not seen a few wild ghosts other than herself in Mingguang for more than ten hundred years, which is very valuable for research.

"Tut-tut..."

Uncle Warlock looked at the female ghost lady with a gaze that seemed to be looking at exquisite antiques, and walked around her.

"Where did it come from?"

The female ghost lady pointed to the ground,

"Down..."

The warlock pulled out his notebook,

"Sure enough, it's the same as I thought, this fragile cutie can't control the memories of life with free will, poor thing, do you know what your name is?"

The female ghost lady thought for a while, nodded,

"Dai."

"A good name," the warlock scribbled in his notebook, "from your parents?" ”

Dai shook her head,

"I don't remember, I woke up, and then I thought... Name. ”

She pointed to her long black hair, and there was a clear expression of pride on her face, and she struggled to make her words as coherent as possible,

"My hair is very long and straight, my friend said, the green silk is like a waterfall, it is very beautiful, so my name is Dai."

"Is it a name based on its own characteristics, etc... Do you still have companions? Who is he? Where is he? The warlock was instantly excited.

Dai thought for a moment and said,

"Down... Her name is Bao. ”

"Bag?"

"Yes... She woke up with a Hermes bag... It's beautiful..."The female ghost sister Dai played with the mahogany box containing chopsticks in her hand, and couldn't help but sigh, "I only have this." ”

"I've lost my wallet," said the warlock, "and it's painful, indeed, your friend is the envy of you." ”

The mountain master who rubbed a few strips of ash on the bottom of the pot on his face said that he couldn't understand it at all, and began to dislike it with a rough voice with a wok.

"God is very envious, is the thing you are talking about at one point??"

Lin Chou's face was written with a capital 'ㄚoひ8Understand ぺ', and his expression was super lonely and indifferent,

"People are dead, but the money is still there."

Master Shan: "......"

Maybe this is the generation gap, I don't understand why these three guys who don't match each other at all can have such a strange emotional resonance.

"Shh

The mountain master simply ignored these guys, picked up a big old bowl, and fished out a piece of columns from it with a satisfied look and kept stuffing it into his mouth.

"Wonderful! Give me some salt! ”

The warlock pinched his nose and handed the salt shaker over,

"Today is a long day of insight."

The mountain master let out a ho-ho-ho laugh,

"Where is this, let's understand the stewed leeks with lamb kidneys, the taste is right, first scoop the leeks and then drink the soup, just like eating noodles."

"Gross... Also drink soup..."

Wu Ke lay on the ground and said silently,

"Master Shan, you drink more soup... This thing reminds me of a famous dish before the Cataclysm, and the two have the same effect. ”

Lin Chou and the warlock turned their faces to look at him together, their eyes curious.

"Intestine sashimi~" Wu Ke spread his hand, "Hehe." ”

Shan Ye's eyes are very caring.

Wu Ke immediately changed his words,

"Cough, it's actually a return to the yuan, Master Shan, you drink more soup, the soup is a big supplement."

"What the hell is that?" Huang Dashan took a sip of soup and sighed hot, "It sounds weird." ”

Lin Chou looked up at the beam,

"It's a boy's urine boiled eggs, and in ancient times, people's urine was called reincarnation wine and yuan soup."

Shan Ye listened to Wu Ke's friendly baring teeth, and his white teeth flashed with the cold light of the smell of bullwhips and tiger whips.

"Wonderful!"

Wu Ke suddenly shook into a quail.

I'm obviously scared, but I can't help but complain about the **, and the cheap one is the same as the borrowed one.

Wu Ke heard that before the cataclysm, there used to be a profession called keyboard warrior, which was particularly high-end, and he could hide behind the computer screen and splash ink, so that people could crawl over and smoke him along the network cable.

The mountain master smiled,

"I know what you're thinking, there's another profession called cyber police."

Wu Ke's expression was like seeing Huang Dashan eating.

To be fair, it seems that almost everyone in this room thinks that the things in Huang Dashan's bowl are indeed.

Excluding Lin Chou, he is not generous enough to admit that what he made by his own hands is, at most and at most, which is equivalent to roasted durian with stewed canned herring.

Not only that, Lin Chou even wanted to watch Huang Dashan eat the stewed lamb kidneys with leeks that he praised last time: eat a ton.

Lin Chou covered his face silently and tried to hypnotize himself,

"The customer is God, the customer is everything..."

He has a weak word,

"Eat and eat, big breasted sister, bring out that big iron pot in the kitchen."

Huang Dashan's sweet things are really not enjoyed by ordinary people, and they haven't even reached the fate of seeing and smelling them.

Boss Lin never treated himself badly, and specially stewed a big pot of the remaining "scraps".

Chunks of meat and bones tumbled in the pot off the heat, smearing with oil and steaming.

Lin Chou said while dividing the knife,

"Stewed with medicinal herbs in the ancestral mountain, without adding a drop of water, it all relied on the big cat's own fat and used a full eight jars of good rice wine."

Wu Ke opened his mouth,

"Brother Chou, the best rice wine you said, is it the one that is on the 270 circulation point of a jar..."

Lin Chou's smug smile suddenly stiffened.

Shanye: "? ”

Warlock: "What's wrong?" ”

Wu Ke said quietly,

"A jar of cooking wine costs one hundred and nine..."