Chapter 353： subtle (2/2)
The white-tailed mole meal jerky made by Lin Chou is light yellow, and the surface is very smooth, and it feels like a thin film of oil. According to the taste, it can be boiled, fried, steamed, charcoal grilled, etc. law.
He is very kind to powdered meat jerky, especially when he was young, his father used to tear the powdered meat jerky into strips and stir-fry, and add a handful of bright green peppers after the oil was drained. That taste-at least worth two bowls of rice. .
But after having white-tailed moles in Xiaoguan, even almond tofu has a higher attendance rate than cheap and affordable rat meat jerky.
The only sales record of dried rat meat so far is ”one”. Yes, there is only one. After eating two mouthfuls, Lao Zhao forgot to lose it.
In short, Si Gouzi kills dozens of these gadgets every day and eats too much. Even Si Gouzi begins to dislike the white-tailed mole's meat, and has fallen to the point where they can only be buried under the fence as fertilizer.
Ye Luan watched for a while, and said sourly.
”Mingguang, really a good place to be rich.”
Lin Shou is strange, Ye Luan's gorgeous long dress, doesn't he still want to cry for being poor, isn't it not suitable?
Fortunately, Ye Luan just sighed casually, and didn't mean to continue.
...
The night breeze is obviously very adapted to life in the wilderness. In a moment, he used banana leaves and a few simple straw ropes to create a hammock tree house among the coconut trees, which seemed to have such a delicate taste.
Tong Shengmei was even simpler and directly borrowed a room from Xiao Wu.
What kind of opinion can Xiao Wu have? Of course, he doesn't—but it seems that bodyguards No. 1 and No. 2 are squeezing a bed these days.
Bao Er looked a bit wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.
”Hey, look at it, after the Lord Shan came back, the excitement has gone big!”
Lin Chouen said, ”Why haven't you left yet?”
”...”
Xu Yinchacha thought, if this young man can go, he won't stay in this ghost place for a minute!
Xu Yin did call his father, but he knew that the old guy threw down the sentence, ”I will come back wherever I go,” and it was gone! !
I'm sorry for God, didn't this TM make Mr. Xu cry blindly?
His ”racing car”, not to mention running back to Mingguang, can run another ten kilometers...no, five kilometers! Mr. Xu had to kneel and kowtow to call it Grandpa.
Bao Er said smoothly,
”Boss Lin, I told you last time that the group purchase of salt-baked chicken by the parents in Xiacheng has been decided. Ten salt-baked chickens every day, thank you very much.”
”no problem.”
No matter how small the legs of mosquitoes are, they are still meat. Lin Chou promised simply, ”Twelve, there will be a limit of twelve per day.”
”it is good.”
Sikong inserted a sentence and pointed to Tong Shengmei Dao.
”Have you booked her house?”
Bao Er shook his head and smiled bitterly, and whispered,
”I specifically confirmed... her husband absolutely did not sign.”
”Tsk tusk.” Si Kong raised his eyebrows, ”It's interesting.”
Lin Chou frowned, ”Since when have you been interested in these trivial things?”
Sikong laughed.
”My son is happy, I'm in charge of you.”