Chapter 891： heresy! (2/2)
”Money? What money? I've never touched money! Mingguang owes more than a billion yuan in fines.”
Sagong quietly said,
”It's in the billions. Thank you. Your old man is the only one who has not dared to come and ask for the account so far.”
Uncle Warlock scratched his hood,
”Ah, I'm a bit ashamed to say it, if it weren't for the area of Mingguang's arable land could be bigger-I vaguely remember that Mingguang Peninsula was like a big farm before it became Mingguang Port.”
Oh, you are really sincere, Uncle Warlock, and you don't shirk responsibility at all.
The warlock questioned,
”Who is Secretary Qin?”
Everyone,
”The top tax collector! Hey, as an evolutionary, don't you even know Secretary Qin, Uncle Warlock?”
The warlock was even more puzzled,
”Uh, the tax collector—Dana? What kind of tax does it take care of?”
Everyone: ”...”
We are different~
We pay taxes, so you don’t have to pay them! heresy!
The identity recognition system crashes once when it encounters the uncle Warlock, which dare to collect his taxes.
Don’t say that the tax bills are all ruined, but every time a bill is lost, there will be a bunch of people crying and blinding their eyes~
Besides, the money of the uncle warlock is used to lose, how can there be a chance to be used for the trivial matter of paying taxes?
But fortunately, the people who were hit by the crit quickly found comfort, and the red-and-green spicy sheep's head and hooves were fresh out of the pot.
”Putting red and hanging green” is definitely a very punctual description. Each sheep's head is covered with a lot of bright red peppers and green garlic sprouts. The scent of pepper, pepper and pepper intertwined with crisp hemp spreads very aggressively and very aggressively. taste.
The marinade has already been harvested to half-dry, and it turns into a thick gorgon juice intertwined with the marinade, and the steaming heat smokes the green garlic sprouts a little soft and green.
The flesh and skin of the sheep's head and sheep's hooves and tail have become deep red and close to brown, and it looks like a trembling look, crispy but not boneless, and still maintains a good shape.
The peppery smell is definitely the best appetizer. Just smell the peppery smell in the meat, and some people's saliva can't stop-the daily **** time is up.
Sikong uttered a damn,
”Lin Lin Lin Sorry, did you deliberately?”
Lin sorrowed with black question marks,
”What the hell, what do you say!”
Sagong held his chin, vaguely remembered the fear of being dominated by mountain pepper oil-it was definitely this smell that didn't escape!
Sikong gritted his teeth, viciously.
(Eh, the hook hurts a bit, forget it.)
”Mountain pepper oil, there is mountain pepper oil in this!”
”......”
Lin Chou was speechless, this child is a grudge.
Zhao Ziyu smiled, ill-intentioned.
”Isn't that to treat you, besides, the taste of Sanhe Soup is not good?”
Sikong said,
”These are two different things! Anyway, I won't touch anything with mountain pepper oil. Even if I kill me, I will never eat it again!”
Lin Chou rubbed his face,
”Nothing, no mountain pepper oil, just put a little bit of dried branches and leaves for a taste.”
”Ha ha.”
Lin Chou didn't care about the goods and picked a few sheep's hooves for Leng Han.
”I remember you love pig trotter. Try it. It should taste great.”
”Ok.”
...
Half an hour later, Sikong patted his stomach and said with emotion, ”It's so fragrant!”
Huang Dashan has been yelling anxiously over there,
”Hey, who's here, the one who brought seven or eight little brothers, don't you eat the sheep's eyes on your sheep's head? Give it to me, the sheep's eyes will burst.