Chapter 893： We dont carry this pot (1/2)
The atmosphere is very good, that is, the sheep's head and sheep's hooves are really busy eating, and they are digging and pulling, and the meat and tendons on the corners and corners are very wasteful.
When the dishes on the plate were all taken care of by the humanitarian brilliance, the group of guys discovered that from the beginning of gnawing the sheep’s head and sheep’s head to the end, no one actually thought of drinking a drink, but this is clearly A great dish that goes well with wine!
Shan Ye said with a certain accent,
”Everyone, after finishing this glass of wine, first give these delicious lambs a serious condolences...Fortunately, we can continue to eat such lamb!”
With a serious face, several people laughed on the spot.
Who is coming, didn't you just beep and can't drink?
The price of Tier 3 Snake Wine is particularly close to the people for the evolutionary, not to mention that every time you drink it, it feels like a reincarnation, and the whole body is relaxed and motivated.
The most comforting thing is that when I wake up the next day, there will be no fragmentation, headaches, etc.-unless I can't wake up the next day.
Not everyone has a normal level of Huang Dashan and the amount of warm wine. The spirits produced by the dog beep system will never be discounted. A normal Tier 3 evolutionary can definitely not carry the amount of a jar.
As a result, Sancai Snake Wine is more popular among middle-to-low-level evolutionists—it's so careful to calculate that it can save more money than drinking Qingquan Mountain, which is a warm wine.
It's both compelling and high-grade, it's great to block the 3,000 circulation points with some vegetable money!
Oh, when it comes to food, I'm afraid no one will be shameless enough to order a six-figure medicated meal when someone treats a guest. How can a friend who hasn't ordered an ac number in his heart?
After changing cups and cups several times, more than half of the people began to stand upright.
Shan Ye grinned sinisterly, and looked around-emmmmm, now the amount of the final dish that everyone can get has been successfully increased to 2+.
The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.
Drag the fallen people to the side and arrange them neatly on the grass. The outsiders will be in awe just by looking at them. Our wine bureau is definitely the kind of wine bureau with both quality and accent.
Compared with the ”father and son” game, the ”grand grandson” game and the general ”what do you look at” game, it is very reliable.
”Come on, cheers~”
When Lin Chou got up to fetch the mud roasted lamb neck, only Huang Dashan, Wen Zhongjiu, Warlock, and a Tier 4 boss with eight Tier 3 brothers were left on the table.
Yes, there is still rolling.
From dawn until dark, Leng Han saw that it was too late and protected Zhao Ziyu and Sikong back to Mingguang ahead of time. It was a pity that he couldn't wait until the sheep's neck was released.
Huang Dashan's Yangmou was very successful and is now at the 3+ level.
From the beginning of 1 sheep necks per capita quickly climbed to 3+ sheep necks per capita, which has a great effect.
Therefore, even if he was stunned many times, Huang Dashan's face was still full of red and ferocious smiles.
”Oh, here comes, help collect the plates and bowls and make room for the sheep's neck!”
Fifteen black, yellow, black and yellow mud lumps on the huge tray are arranged as a hill, and the weight is not light.
It took a total of four hours from the red charcoal fire to the end of the furnace full of charcoal ash, and it took a total of four hours before it finally came on stage.
The warlock screamed.
”I remembered a scene where I went to the outer city to steal two hazel chickens and wrapped them in mud and roasted them on the beach. When they were almost roasted, the mud shells and skins were torn off, and I took a bite of the hazel chicken. ”
The ghost knows what the Uncle Warlock has gone through. This kind of magical guy and the existence of almost super-level individual strength will actually be reduced to the point of stealing other people's chickens.
Lin Chou followed the crowd with a half-embarrassed smile.
”Knock yourself, the temperature of the mud shell is not too high.”
He has his own principles. For example, he firmly believes that this kind of food is best if he takes it out of the ugly packaging and eats it in his mouth.
Maybe Lin Chou is right.
Wen Zhongjiu and Huang Dashan drank the most, each with more than a dozen jars of three-color snake wine, and even they began to get confused.
Wen Zhongjiu's blush was a mess, and his movements were a bit slow, but his eyes were still clear.
He kept the position of looking down with the knife for more than ten seconds before hesitatingly said.
”No, I feel a little bit unable to control my strength--”
Hey, there are times when Tier 5 bosses are so cute?
Before a certain Tier 4 boss with eight Tier 3 brothers laughed, the mud in his hand burst open with a click. The loose mud shell collapsed across the table, and the tin foil inside was also torn apart. Da Jie'er, a puff of hot oil splashed out from the place where he pressed his finger.
”Fuck...hot...”
The others responded in the same way, picking up all kinds of things on the table to protect the mud lumps in front of them.
A fourth-order boss with eight third-order brothers was speechless,
”You didn't knock it open again, block an egg!”
Wen Zhongjiu mumbled and said,
”The color, smell, shape and meaning, although... it's still muddy, at least it must be respected to the minimum. From the time it is placed on the plate in front of me, it has been the dish on my plate. You eat What do you think about the oil from other people's pot when you have hot pot?”
A certain Tier 4 boss with eight Tier 3 younger brothers was so speechless--the truth is the truth, but why does it feel so aggrieved.
No one cares what kind of mental state this is,
”Come, come, open the package, open the package on the spot!”
The warlock snorted.
”Good food, how come it gets into your mouth... This warlock can smell that wretched temperament in you three days away, maverick.”
Huang Dashan, who had just spoken, refused to give any opportunity to his colleagues, and shamelessly raised his hand to answer.