Chapter 889： Come with your mouth open and come with your hand (1/2)
It's time to show the real technology, then we have to use a line that is so familiar: leave everything to time.
That's right-technology is indeed technology, a technology that can't be surpassed by imitating it, but it's not Lin Chou's technology.
Simmer the lamb in a large pot for at least two and a half hours, and lamb's head with spicy lamb's feet for at least three and a half hours...
As for the pit roast, when roasting, all the open flames should be removed and all the yellow mud bags should be buried with hot charcoal. After the bones of the first two are completely cold after eating, it can barely make its debut.
Well, barely.
Lin Chou looked at the time,
”Yes, tomorrow I will have to ask Bao Er to buy two of the best earplugs. Tonight I will use cotton rags or something to deal with them first.”
This group of guys was determined to be unable to leave anymore, and the grunts on the front hillside had to resound like mountains and cracks.
At this moment, please allow Lin Chou to have a wish to dare to be alone. He is looking forward to the rapid growth of the home tree.
The home tree is still growing too slowly now, it's best to be so high that you can't hear the grunt below.
Lin Chou stepped out and saw Leng Han sternly teaching Zhao Ziyu.
”Except this time, which time didn't you sneak out? Huh?”
”At a young age, greedy, sleepy, and playful, do you think you can relax after awakening with the same ability as your grandfather?”
”Look at your Second Uncle Zhao. He practiced till late at night, and often retreats! Look at you again, Grandpa Zhao always catches you to retreat with bright light every time!”
The entire Yanhui Mountain was quiet, only Leng Han's low-decibel voice echoed like an ice ridge.
Poor Zhao Ziyu looked at this and that, and those who were seen took two steps back without exception, looking neatly at the sky.
It just so happened that Zhao Ziyu also saw him, and hope suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The eyes were facing each other, everything seemed to be in the air-Boss Lin's stepped foot suddenly moved back lightly.
”...”
Zhao Ziyu almost broke his teeth in one bite.
(Brother Sorrow, you are not righteous, too!)
(I, Zhao Ziyu, I misunderstood you!)
The temperature drops sharply.
”Why don't you ask me, distracted?”
Zhao Ziyu immediately said pitifully,
”Sister, I know I was wrong, I will retreat when I go back!”
”Cultivation and practice again-if the earth doesn't explode, I won't have a holiday; if the universe doesn't restart, I won't rest!”
Leng Han's gaze was slightly drenched, and Zhao Ziyu's ”skin power firmness” was swept away like a decay.
Zhao Ziyu trembled suddenly.
”Sister, elder sister! If you have something to say, don't move your feet...hands! I'm still young, elder sister! What I'm telling is the truth, not rough, elder sister!”
Leng Han's brows wrung deeper,
”Who taught you these words?”
(It's over, the skin is big!)
Where can Zhao Ziyu dare to say that it was ridiculed by his second uncle every day, so it is estimated that his second uncle would have to be slapped with cold water from the grandfather half crocodile dragon skin whip when he went back - even the cousin's whip was taught by the grandfather Of it!
To say that among the people present, only two and a half people are able to solve the danger of Young Master Zhao:
One is Lin Chou, one is Sikong, Huang Dashan is the half.
Because Shan Ye's way of relieving the siege is mainly to see whether his face and fleshy skin are sufficiently porcelain.
Brother Chou can't count on it, and Lord Shan is completely unreliable, so there is only one option left.
”...”
Sikong sighed, took out the handkerchief he had not used for a long time from his pocket and put it to his mouth, holding his chest in one hand.
”Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough~”
The violent cough drew everyone's attention, including Leng Han.
Sikong wiped the corners of his mouth, and the handkerchief was shockingly bright red.
Everyone was shocked,
”Fuck, Young Master Sikong, you...you...”
”What's the matter? What's the matter, this is!”
Leng Han questioned,
”Aren't you getting better, why are you doing this again?”
Sikong's face was pale without a trace of blood, and he squeezed his vital capacity.
”Tired, tired... morning class... soup, Lin Chou's soup...”
Leng Han glanced over Shen Daru, who was unconscious on a certain table.
”You wait, I'll find Lin Chou.”
After Leng Han entered, Zhao Ziyu jumped up and hugged Sikong, very moved.