Chapter 237： You don’t even give me a hundred dollars (Congratulations to the Guardian Kittys wings 2015!) (1/2)
(Thank you Kitty for the 2015 million rewards for spreading its wings and being promoted to protect the law. Congratulations on this chapter.)
Sikong pouted extremely, fairly, and disdainfully.
”Turn it over? I said iron cock, just tell me, how many circulation points are needed to straighten your little broken boat? Is one hundred points enough?”
Lin Chou was furious, ”One hundred points? Who do you think Lin Chou is!”
”one thousand.”
”...”
Lin Chou was satisfied, ”Well, looking at the very comforting attitude of buying horse bones for your daughter, this handsome will forgive you generously.”
Zheng Huai walked in and saw the scallion pancakes in Sagong's bowl. He took a deep breath first.
”Well, I can smell my mother.”
Lin Choule said, ”Brother Zheng, you may have mistaken your mother's gender.”
Zheng Huai said, ”Just now I heard Brother Lin chatting with Young Master Sikong, and suddenly I remembered a story. I wonder if Brother Lin has heard of it?”
”Hey?”
Why are you telling a story?
”One hundred yuan, who do you think I am?”
”One thousand yuan, I'm not that kind of person!”
”Ten thousand yuan, I am yours tonight.”
”One hundred thousand yuan, no matter how many people you come to.”
”One million, don't treat me like a person tonight.”
”Ten million, whether he is here or not.”
”puff.”
Sikong almost choked to death without swallowing a bite of the pie. Is this the **** humorous cell guarding the bright and respectable garrison commander? It's really a firework of different colors.
Zheng Huai laughed loudly, ”Brother Lin, give me a scallion pancake too, my mother, I'm greedy with this smell.”
Lin Chou said with a cold face, ”No!”
Zheng Huai, ”One thousand yuan!”
”Believe it or not, this handsome slapped you into a source crystal ticket?”
Zheng Huai let out a cry and scratched his head, ”What does the Yuanjing ticket smell like?”
”Smell of ammonia,” Sikong lowered his head silently, ”Lin Chou, can you slap people directly into excrement? Could this be the chef's hidden skill?”
Zheng Huai said that I don't understand this kind of second-dimensional dialogue at all, and it is invalid for Laozi.
”Crack.”
”It's smashing.”
”Crack.”
The strong scallion aroma of the scallion pancakes couldn't even hide the red beans. With the sound of Sikong's chewing, Zheng Huai swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.
Boss Lin was offended by his own idiot, so he could only hit Master Sikong with his idea.
Zheng Huai sat down on Sikong’s seat.
”Well, Master Sikong, there are more than a dozen cakes on your plate, look...”
”Stop talking, no!”
The combination of green onions and green onions outlines an incredibly fragrant taste. Sikong was once again impressed by his wisdom. The scallion pancakes made by Lin Chou were several times more fragrant than the smell he smelled in Xiacheng. It makes people unable to stop even more.
”Lin Chou, your craft is several times stronger than the pancake in Xiacheng District! Seriously, it's delicious!”
Lin Chou crooked his mouth, this kind of compliment I just assumed you hadn't said it.
In fact, it is not that Lin Chou's craftsmanship in making scallion pancakes is better. The whole world has a family of scallion pancakes. No matter how good his craftsmanship, how can he be better?
It’s just that he chose three types of green onions for making cakes, green onions, wild onions and dried red onions. The green onions are fresh and tender, the wild onions are crisp and fresh, and the dried red onions are mainly responsible for the spicy flavor. The combination of the three , Complement each other and promote each other, so simple scallion pancakes can become so delicious.