Chapter 925： The one with the handle or the one without the handle (2/2)
Two days ago, Lin Chou sneaked away the poisonous mushrooms, and couldn't even bury them on the spot. Wouldn't it be a crime if they were eaten by the diligent Xiao Qiu?
The snow dumpling raised the basket,
”This time it's the ingredients, it's definitely edible, I promise~”
Lin Chou took the basket and glanced at it, and then stared at Lord Shan with a very strange look.
”Oh, it's weird, what's the point?”
Shan Ye was a bit square by Lin Chou,
”Knock, what do you look at, I have never seen such a handsome bald uncle like Lao Tzu?”
The snowman is looking forward to yingyingying,
”How about it? It's the ingredients, right? It's edible!”
Lin Chou nodded,
”It's indeed the ingredients.”
This is a less common vegetable around Mingguang, wild mustard greens.
The crumpled leaves are in the shape of chicken feet or forks, and are covered with small fluffy spikes. The edges of the jagged leaves are slightly rolled and appear very thick. Several large leaves are squeezed in the center and grow smaller leaves. An emerald green pedicel emerged from the inside, with a small light yellow flower blooming.
”Crinkle leaf mustard is a type of first-order magic plant, but it rarely produces magic plant essence, and the taste is spicy and slightly bitter.”
Huang Dashan wondered,
”Have you eaten this stuff before?”
”How could it be? It's expensive, I just heard of it.”
This basket of wrinkled leaf mustard has been a bit miserable. The moment it was just picked, it was quickly frozen by the snow dumplings. It was crystal clear. When it was handed over to Lin Chou, it began to drip, and the leaves became soft and stomped. Essence.
The snowman was very sad when he saw it,
”It's not tasty...”
Lin Chou said,
”No, no, no, the mustard greens that have been beaten by Autumn Frost taste the best, cough, it is reasonable to be considered as beaten by frost... It's just that the temperature is a bit too high...”
Lin Chou carried the basket into the kitchen.
”Add some vegetables today~”
When I entered, I was still humming, and I was obviously in a nice mood.
Huang Dashan is inexplicable,
”Is the chef's character so weird?”
Snow dumpling reviews,
”The character of a chef comes from his preference for ingredients.”
Looking up and down the snow dumplings on Huangda Mountain,
”I said, are you bringing a handle or not?”
Squeak~
The snow dumplings are gone, leaving behind a Huang Dashan brand real ice sculpture named Curiosity Killing the Cat.
(No wonder you and Lengzhong share a common language and can chat across the stove!)
In the thick ice shell, the bone-chilling chill is like a sharp steel needle poking Huang Dashan full of holes. This is the cold that even a powerful evolutionary like Huang Dashan is almost unbearable, colder than cold. Han's bloodline power seems to be even more exaggerated, the kind that directly asks the soul for five combos:
Are you cold?
Are you cold...
You are cold...
you...
Is your grandma cold or cold?
And, it seems, very likely that this kind of cold is still carrying the suspicious ”magic damage” attribute, and it has been frozen for a short time. Even Prince Huang, who takes death as a pleasure, feels that all his minds are utterly disappointed. Tired, full of negative energy.
Click, click~
The ice shell shattered and Huang Dashan shook his body.
”Knock, what's wrong with me? My brain is frozen?”
The feeling just now, Huang Dashan could not calm his little heart for a long time.
”It's not a question of temperature, absolutely not, this snowball loli is weird.”
When Huang Dashan got into the dining room, the expression on his face became extremely serious, and Xue Tuanzi just gave a cute ying and ignored him.
——This made Su Yourong, who helped in the kitchen, feel that he had been robbed of business again.
(Hehehehe, I will too, it’s so white and fat, he doesn’t even have eyes!)
Huang Dashan organized the language and asked very carefully.
”Big Snowman, your...cold...maybe it's not just temperature?”
Snow dumpling said,
”I don't know, anyway, I got used to being cold or cold. Sometimes when I sleep, I can turn a large area into an iceberg. I can only live in a place where no one is there. Then I simply hid in the stove of the blast furnace. It’s more time to sleep and less time to wake up.”
Huang Dashan was speechless, and with this ultra-low temperature that even he couldn't even spread, it might be even more terrifying than the warlock's meteorite summoning technique.
——Mingguang, Mingguang, what have you experienced in these two hundred years? Who gave you the stubbornness of standing so standing?
(I can't smell anything from his mouth, this one is really two hundred years old? Why is he ignorant and ignorant...)
Huang Dashan was thinking about it. Uncle Niu jumped in from outside the door.
”Heh, this taste...it seems to be the goose with blood sauce that the old man had eaten when he first met Lin Chou...”
Huang Dashan sniffed hard,
”What smell, how can it smell, I don't smell anything!”
”Your sense of smell begins to decline at a young age?” Niu Lanshan glanced at him, ”Hey...what did your kid do that hurts the world, why is Yang Huo suddenly suppressed like this?”
”What fire?”
”Counting the ball, you don't understand it. It's only temporary. You can make up for it with two more strings of big waist.”
Huang Dashan covered his waist--
I knock!
Your grandfather Dashan, I don't want face?
How come out a guy casually is a tone of voice that sees everything through!
Niu Lanshan simply sat next to Huang Dashan, muttering while looking at his broken leg.
”The effect of jellyfish soup combined with magic plant essence is very fierce, and it feels like the legs can grow back in half a month.”