The young man looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old man threw aside the hard bread with the bran and the old lamb chops, and encroached on his place, and ate it to a great appetite.

Picking up shredded vegetables in one hand and wrapping a large roll of "fat dolls" in the other, the tomatoes were dipped in water and immediately sent to the mouth.

It smells so good, it smells so good.

The old man smacked his lips and sighed again and again.

He never thought that the original vegetables were so hot, which could not only increase the freshness of the vegetables, but also retain their own crispiness. It's simple, clean, and easy to chew.

The outer layer of bread is really fine.

A thin slice, even softer than parchment, I don't know how to make it, it tastes very tender when eaten alone, not all the fragrance of wheat, but also contains an inexplicable aroma.

When this crepes are fused with vegetables, they go perfectly together.

It seems simple, but the two foods tolerate each other and do not impact each other, and the old man thinks that the person who invented this food is simply a genius!

He scooped the tomatoes in front of him and dipped them in water, and the most amazing thing was this bowl of "sauce".

It's the most important thing about the whole food.

He couldn't taste how it was done, but there was something about it that was familiar to him.

"Who gave this to you?"

The old man wiped his mouth, and after being tired, eating this refreshing and fragrant food was as if his brain had been rinsed much brighter and more comfortable.

He felt that the taste of this bowl of sauce was very unique, but it was not something from the roof itself, and even some of the vegetables in it, he had never seen it.

The pigeon understood what the old man meant: "It was made by a young man named Louis, because he has a good skill, and the man in the roof has left him, and I have not seen anyone yet." ”

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Go and invite this young man over, and say that I like this silk doll, and I have prepared the ingredients, and I hope he will come and cook a meal himself." ”

......

Louis looked at Gail and Barth, who were struggling to eat silk dolls, and the two of them were like hungry wolves, grabbing a handful, which was called a non-image.

The two looked at Louie with emotion after a few bites, as if they had been abused for a long time.

Louis silently.

After hearing what happened to them, he asked about their injuries and didn't say anything more when he knew they were okay.

Since these two people are going to Jinmai City, everyone is the same way, Louis is thinking, just don't think so much, just leave directly.

If these people stop him, then he doesn't have to be soft, although people are selfish, he doesn't believe that these people will chase them for a little food.

He was thinking.

Gail grabbed a handful of shredded barbecue meat at once, stuffed it all into his own dough, and while fighting with Bart, he desperately stuffed a large lump of dolls into his mouth.

Louis couldn't stand it anymore.

Bart saw that the shredded barbecue was almost empty, and immediately angrily went to dig into the food in Gail's mouth, and Gale ate desperately, dodging while not forgetting to wrap one.

Bart was speechless.

"Slut!"

"Hmm... Seeing this, Bart simply grabbed two pieces ......of dough at once, picked up all the shredded vegetables as far as his eye could see, and stuffed them directly into the dipping water with a "whoosh" look, and then quickly filled his mouth......

Gail was still squeezing into his mouth, holding Bart at bay.

Louis couldn't stand it anymore.

The black pudding was dumbfounded.

Outside the house, a man suddenly looked into the hotel, saw Louie, and immediately shouted: "You are here!"

Louis glanced back at him.

The child suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Big brother is here!"

......

Louis looked at the woman in front of him and a young man who was very cleanly dressed, mild-looking, and somewhat polite, and repeated the salutation they had spoken.

"Astrologer?"

"That's right," said the woman, laughing, "the master is not only an astrologer, but also a polymath, and he is very powerful!"

"This is a good thing, the master has always had no special preferences, it's rare for him to like it, as long as he is happy, we will be good!"

She doesn't speak through her brain, she says whatever comes to mind. Louis is not interested in what good they have.

The pigeon paid no attention to these self-talkers, and was very polite to Louis, and always respectful to those who had great skills: "The master's legs are not very convenient, if I can, I hope that the little master will come and sit in the house, and I would like the little master to comment on the honey wine I make." ”

This is a relatively euphemistic invitation, and from the way he talks and behaves, it can be seen that this person has self-cultivation.

Astrologer?

Louis knew about this profession, but he had only heard of it, and he didn't know much about it, and he didn't dare to be interested in whether such a person was a god stick or really powerful.

But the other party's attitude was good, he wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he suddenly decided to take a look.

He had never met a truly learned person since the crossing.

In such a world, it is difficult to appreciate the gap in knowledge between people, he has been living at the bottom, and what he sees and hears is a short triviality in some parents, the real world events, how can civilians have a concept?

Only the upper layers of the pyramid can knead the shape of this world.

......

The pigeon led the way, and at the same time observed the teenager around him without leaving a trace.

His first impression of him was good.

Maybe he doesn't know much about the chef industry, he thinks that people who can master a craft at a young age will be a little stiff and straightforward.

But in the young man, he saw a strange temperament that was at ease.

He looked cold, but by no means wooden, on the contrary, his eyes were very wise, the kind of wisdom that had something in his heart, unlike most of the people he had seen with empty minds.

But this kind of thought made him feel that he was really thinking too much.

How many people in this world can afford the word wise?

Not to mention an ordinary civilian teenager, even a nobleman, there are many people who don't learn and don't know how to learn, and there are too few and too few people who are really smart and knowledgeable.

Thinking so, they had already approached the simple and delicate wooden house along the slightly raised hills.

The short-eared cats babbled and leaned towards the pigeon, whose expression suddenly became very soft, and he squatted down and touched the cat's hair gently, and gave Louis an apologetic glance before pushing open the outer door.

A warm breath carrying the fragrance of plants and trees came to the face.

Louis looked at the pillars, walls, and desktops that were painted with astrological charts almost everywhere he could see, and looked at the books, kraft books, and leaf vein bookmarks that were placed every few steps, and he was a little convinced.

This master will not be a person who sells fame and reputation.

The young man had already said to the inner room, "The man has arrived." ”