Chapter 175： Talking about money is an insult to you (2/2)
”Where did everyone Bai come from? I don't dare... if one day I walk on the road and get knocked out by everyone's crazy fans and thrown into the toilet, I will have nowhere to cry.”
Bai Suren snorted, ”Boss Lin, what is the price of this dish?”
Usually it's called... ahem... This time it's called Boss Lin, if it's such a formal name... it means business affairs?
”Two hundred ten thousand circulation points.”
Bai Suren smiled slightly, ”The slave has 300,000 circulation points, please ask Boss Lin to make another copy for Young Master Sikong!”
Sikong raised his eyebrows, ”I'll give out half a million, please ask Mr. Lin to make another copy for everyone.”
”Six hundred thousand.”
”one million.”
”five million.”
”Ten million.”
Lin Chou cried, with this money, he kindly persuaded him,
”Fight for a fart!”
Do you dare to give it to me, or what?
Regarding the money of his conscience, Lin Chou was afraid that his seventh spine neck fell out of his pocket and slapped him to death.
”Kang Dang.”
The stone disc with a diameter of more than two meters made a loud noise on the table, and a giant steaming palm was placed on it.
Lin Chou rolled his eyes and said, ”Boss Lin made the hind legs this time, which is nearly 800 catties. You can't finish ten of them. Who is that, little pigeon... Go get the knife, fork and chopsticks, everyone. Eat together, I haven't eaten yet!!!”
The little pigeon snickered and left silently.
Sikong and Bai Suren looked at each other, ”Humph!”
Bai Suren turned his body and sorrowed to Lin, ”Young Master Lin, you are good or bad~!”
”I have something worse, do you want to feel it?”
Lin Chou looked viciously, his eyes slanted at the pan on the wall.
But Su Ren Bai blushed a long time ago, and covered his face with a handkerchief. He didn't see it at all, ”Su...Su...Rong Nu's family considers one or two...”
”puff!”
The blood of Sikong and Lin Chou collided in the air, composing a moving tragic song.
”Hahaha...cough cough...”
Lin Chou squeezed a few words between his teeth, ”Laugh, laugh to you.”
The delicately braised crocodile palm is covered with thick and shiny red soup. The breeze blows through, and it really reaches the realm of ”like a beautiful flower, rippling water”.
With a light touch with the chopsticks, a piece of crocodile palm meat slides down just the size of the mouth, and the glue seeps out from the left pit, dripping without dripping, and condenses into a puff.
Sikong's eyes widened, ”This, is this the back of a crocodile?”
”Yes.”
Bai Suren covered her cherry lips, ”Oh my god, the slave has eaten the eight treasure bear paws made by Master Xue in the Jiuzhan Palace, and has never reached the jelly-like gelatinous substance like Lin Gongzi, let alone the meat is more tough. Divided crocodile palm, Master Lin, slave, admire!”
Sikong sneered, ”Old Xueqi lost, and Jiushan Palace has long been renamed Bafanglou. Bai everyone, recently, there are not many people watching performances, right? Do you need this young man to cheer you up?”
The implication is, everyone, Bai, how long have you been poor since you had a meal in Lao Xue? Shame?
”Humph!”
Little pigeon, ”snoring...wheezing...whoop...so delicious...”
”...”
”...”
”...”
See it, this is the kind of three black lines that can strangle people!
The little pigeon felt that the air was suddenly cold for three minutes, ”Um...Miss...you don't eat it if you are swollen...but...it's delicious! Snoring...”
Lin Chou thought for a long time, but he didn't come up with half an adjective in total.
Forget it, maybe this is the only smart person today.