Sister Xiao Li and the others ran over following the fragrance, as if they were hungry for half a month to grab food.

This is clearly not normal.

Lin Baici shouted several times, but he couldn't stop them, and he knew that it was a god taboo again.

Five minutes later, out of breath, the crowd rushed into a compound and stopped in front of a hall.

Above the gate of the hall, there is a plaque of 'Aroma Kitchen'.

"The cafeteria?"

Lin Baici sniffed, as if someone was boiling porridge,

It's fragrant!

Hua Yueyu pushed the door and entered.

Crunch!

The doorshaft made a tooth-aching sound.

Lin Baici was not tempted by this fragrance, he could have left, but he hesitated, stepped over the one-foot-high threshold, and followed.

Bang!

The door was closed immediately after Lin Baici entered.

Lin Baici turned around and tugged at the wooden door.

It's tight,

Can't open it!

This hall is called the Xiang Ji Kitchen, and it is a large place, with 50 rectangular tables and wooden stools, which can serve 6 or 700 people at the same time.

On the north side, there is the kitchen, and you can't see people busy, but there is a strong aroma of porridge wafting out.

The old aunt found a vacant seat and sat down, and began to call Lin Baici.

"Bai Ci, come and sit!"

In the Xiangji Kitchen, there were a lot of people, Lin Baici glanced at it, there were about a hundred, but they all looked frightened and were not in the mood to speak.

In front of each of them, there was a large bowl with purple eight-treasure porridge in it.

Both the color and the aroma are very attractive, and people want to drink all they want just by looking at them.

"Seven guests, a bowl of fragrant porridge per person!"

A bold female voice resounded in the hall.

gave Lin Baici the feeling that it was like entering the black shop of Sun Erniang in Liangshan, and someone rushed out in the next second, hacked them to death, and then made steamed bun filling.

Out of prudence, they should have asked others to ask about the current situation, but Kim Yeong-jin and her mind were full of 'eating' and couldn't care about anything.

Lin Baici could only come by himself.

He first swept around, and then looked at the gray-haired man in his sixties who was sitting three meters diagonally opposite him.

"Uncle, what's going on here?"

Lin Baici was very polite, but the uncle picked up the bowl, took a mouthful of porridge, ignored him, and talked to Hua Yueyu.

"Beauty, why do I look so familiar with you?"

This uncle often watches live broadcasts, and he likes this kind of little girl the most.

It would be better if you wore less.

[An old and disrespectful old critic, watching live broadcasts is all for nothing, often pretending to be rich and flirting with female anchors, but he is actually a stingy ghost, every time he goes to the supermarket, he has to shun something, and when he is found, he lies on the ground and pretends to have a heart attack! ] 】

[Note, when you see him falling, don't help him, he will be falsely accused!] 】

[It is recommended to feed the dog after charcoaling! ] 】

The god commented on the triptych, saying that this uncle was useless.

Hua Yueyu didn't hear the uncle's words at all, stretched her neck, and stared at the kitchen with her eyes.

Jin Yingzhen and the old aunt are similar.

Everyone didn't wait long, and a cook strode out with a red paint tray.

There were seven bowls of porridge on it.

The bowl is large enough to hold a person's head.

When Lin Baici saw this cook, his pupils shrank sharply.

The other party was dressed in a clean, coarse linen coat, tied an apron, and wrapped in a white square kerchief around his head.

Her hands and feet are very nimble, and the smile on her face is also very kind, but she is about two meters tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and her arms are thick enough to run a horse.

Lin Baici believes that in the face of this kind of chef, what diners think about is definitely not how to eat the overlord meal, but whether they can get out alive after eating.

"Seven bowls of Fulu Suxi porridge!"

As the cook sang loudly in a lengthened tone, tons and tons, a bowl of porridge was placed in front of Lin Baici and the seven people.

The steaming heat and the aroma of porridge are pervasive, making people can't help but move their appetite fingers.

"You use it slowly!"

After the cook finished shouting, she put the tray on her lower abdomen with both hands, retreated to the side very virtuously, and looked at everyone with a smile.

Jin Yingzhen and the others couldn't wait, they didn't even use a wooden spoon, but directly picked up the big bowl and poured it into their mouths.

Even if he was screaming with hot teeth, he didn't stop drinking porridge.

“……”

The corners of Lin Baici's mouth twitched.

The cook was very satisfied, but when she saw that Lin Baici didn't move, the smile on her face immediately disappeared: "You...... Don't drink it? ”

"Hot, cool!"

Lin Bai's remarks were perfunctory.

"Drink it hot, it tastes better!"

The cook explained.

"I'm afraid of getting hot!"

Lin Baici squeezed out a smile.

"Hey, hey!"

The uncle looked at Lin Baici with a gloating face, waiting to see him unlucky.

Someone didn't drink porridge just now, but the cook forcibly tore open her mouth and poured it all into it as if she was pouring swill into a trash can.

"I'll help you!"

After the cook finished speaking, she put the tray on the dining table, and stood in front of Lin Baici with one step, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to help him drink porridge.

Lin Baici didn't dare to let this cook do it, and hurriedly picked up the big sea bowl: "No, I can!" ”

Snore!

Lin Baici took a sip of porridge.

Gan!

It's hot!

The cook smiled again, lowered her sleeves, and picked up the plate.

"Drink with confidence, it's enough!"

With that, the cook walked to the kitchen.

Lin Baici waited until the cook turned around, immediately lowered his head, and spit out the porridge in his mouth into the bowl.

Who knows if there's a problem with this thing?

He definitely didn't drink it.

Lin Baici was very cautious, his mouth was next to the sea bowl, and he kept peeking at the back of the cook, if the other party found out that he was spitting porridge, he would immediately take another sip.

Anyway, the cook actually has a kitchen knife pinned to her waist?

It's kind of scary.

The cook didn't look back until she walked into the kitchen.

Lin Baici was relieved and looked at the others.

Jin Yingzhen and the six were drinking porridge, and while drinking, they beckoned Lin Baici to taste it.

"Stop drinking!"

Lin Bai persuaded him,

Useless.

"Why can you bear it?"

The uncle looked at Lin Baici in shock, dumbfounded.

The eight people at the same table also had the same expressions.

This porridge is so fragrant that everyone only realized that something was wrong after drinking it, and their minds were full of thoughts of drinking porridge before.

Lin Baici didn't pay attention to this uncle.

He was hungry, but not for the bowl of porridge, but wanted to go to the kitchen to 'eat'.

The uncle's gaze fell on the pine torch, and then returned to Lin Baici and looked at him carefully.

This kid,

The willpower is so strong, anyway, he couldn't hold back just now, he looked like he was reincarnated as a starving ghost when he drank porridge, and now his stomach is uncomfortable, and he wants to vomit.

[The people take food as the sky, drink porridge! ] Porridge! 】

When Lin Baici heard the words of the gods, he was relieved a lot, it seems that this porridge is no problem, and it can be drunk.

In the dining hall, everyone sat on the wooden bench, drinking porridge with embarrassed faces, and some people obviously drank early, but they didn't dare to stop, so they could only stuff it.

They are all physically uncontrollable and attracted to the scent.

"Could it be that in a certain period of time, if you can't finish this bowl of porridge, you will be killed?"

Lin Baici analysis.

"Hey, why don't you drink it? It's very fragrant! ”

Sima Mu was very surprised to see that Lin Baici didn't move, he had already finished drinking, picked up the bowl, and licked the remaining rice grains with his tongue.

"Not hungry!"

Lin Baici noticed that Sima Mu had a stomach pad because he drank a bowl, and now his attention was not all on the porridge.

Jin Yingzhen didn't have a big appetite, she couldn't eat it anymore, and her drinking porridge slowed down significantly, but Hua Yueyu, I didn't see it, it turned out to be a big stomach.

"I advise you to drink it quickly, and when the cook comes out later, she will cut off your head when she sees that you haven't drunk porridge!"

When the uncle saw that Lin Baici didn't drink a mouthful of porridge, he was very unhappy, so he deliberately scared him.

In case this Fulu Suxi porridge is harmful to the body, and this kid didn't drink it, wouldn't he have escaped?

That's not going to work!

Death is going to happen, and everyone dies together.

"Don't bother with you, I have a bad stomach and can't eat, I think that cook will be understanding!"

Lin Baici smiled.

This uncle has a little gloomy heart.

Sima Mu finished drinking the porridge, just put down the bowl, and after a full burp, the cook came out with a bowl of porridge.

It was still such a big sea bowl, and it was placed on the table in front of Sima Mu.

"Can you tell how many ingredients are in this sukiyaki?"

The cook blinked her billiard-ball big eyes and looked at Sima Mu with hope.

"Can't drink it!"

Sima Mu shook his head, who drank this?

He glanced at the hot porridge in the bowl, which was boiled to the point of decaying red dates, longan, peanuts, and various beans.

I don't know.

The cook looked disappointed, but she still smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, drink slowly, admit it slowly, don't worry!" ”

When Lin Baici heard this, he raised his eyebrows.

Is it possible that if you want to live, do you guess how many ingredients are in this Fulu porridge?

The cook was about to leave, but when her eyes swept to the porridge bowl in front of Lin Baici, she immediately stopped and glared at her: "Why don't you drink?"

When the cook said this, her right hand reached behind her waist and grasped the handle of the kitchen knife.

'Hehe, you don't drink if you have the ability! ’

Uncle is comfortable.

"I'm drinking, savoring!"

Lin Baici explained: "I want to taste the flavor of every ingredient in it on the tip of my tongue!" ”

When the cook heard this, her eyebrows immediately fluttered, and she asked excitedly, "Have you tasted anything?" ”

"Taste five for the time being!"

Lin Baici glanced at it and reported the few ingredients that he could recognize.

"Hmmm! Well! ”

The cook nodded hurriedly, very satisfied: "You are the first one among today's diners to seriously taste Fulu Shouxi porridge, I will serve you another bowl of hot one, drink it with confidence, and be full!" ”

"Thank you!"

Lin Baici was very polite.

The uncle was dumbfounded, and the diners at the next table were also dumbfounded.

Drinking porridge in this soup kitchen is a crime, comparable to torture, but this one is good, and he actually took the initiative to ask for it?

"What a fearless man is the ignorant!"

A woman with dyed red hair sneered.

"Did he get away with it?"

Uncle was speechless.

The student's response surprised him, especially when he saw that the cook believed in his evil and did not force him to drink the bowl of hot porridge.

But after the cook brought another bowl, put it in front of Lin Baici, and told him to drink it quickly, the uncle was happy.

Wait a while to see if you can't finish drinking, how will it end!

Jin Yingzhen and the others drank most of the bowl of porridge, the strong appetite decreased, and reason returned to the brain, and then all of a sudden cold sweat flowed, and they were afraid.

No matter how stupid they were, they noticed the weirdness.

"Oba, what should I do?"

Jin Yingzhen looked at Lin Baici with blank eyes.

Whether you can live or not is up to you.

The same goes for the female anchor, the old aunt, and Sister Xiao Li, Lin Baici is now the hope of the whole village.