Chapter 927： Authentic (1/2)
Of course, Prince Huang, who is in Yanhui Mountain, must have not seen the Queen’s chances that the white dragon fish suit will come to catch the **** schedule in the near future-if you know it, you should immediately hug the big waist of Jiji and retreat first, not at all. There is that leisure time here in sync with Niu Lanshan (blow + eat) Niubi.
And what made the prince feel aggrieved is that this pot has also been wronged and recognized, the mother has eaten for a long time, but there is no meaning to beep at all!
emmm...
Could it be that my eating posture is wrong, so a mysterious power that is ”big” joy can't have an effect on your Shan Ye?
When Niu Lanshan next to him was tasting the food, his chewing suddenly stopped.
”Eh? Your kid is a lighter, so does the size of the sun fire have an automatic adjustment?!”
The old man Niu is now Spartan, and he doubts life.
Huang's Yang Huo was obviously dying just now, and that little flame was weaker than a candle. How could this become a raging flame in a blink of an eye?
Huang Dashan curled his lips and said,
”Whatever you say, no one here can see any horrible sun fire anyway-by the way, no one here believes in yours, no matter what age.”
Niu Lanshan was really choking, and the old man almost didn't catch his breath.
I only squeezed out this sentence for a long time,
”you you you...”
”It's so rotten wood that can't be carved...”
Every punctuation mark is filled with the paleness and weakness of talents and soldiers.
Lin Chou and Xue Tuanzi both chose to take these two voices of tuberculosis as the wind in their ears, and focused on dealing with the dishes on the plate.
”Boom boom boom!”
”Hmm~”
One after another can't stop at all.
Crinkle leaf mustard itself has a light wasabi, smells refreshing and tender. The many burrs on its leaf surface are beaten by the snowman brand ”Autumn Frost”, all softened into a velvet-like feeling, very vain, but it is adsorbed and carried. The juice is unusually large.
Each chopsticks seemed to pick up the green from a plate of soup, and the green color also seemed to roam a few times like frozen, but in fact, there was no drip of overflowing soup at all.
The vegetable leaves are soft and tender, with a few mustard stems crisp, and taste like hemp leaves, slightly bitter and sweet.
The smallest fluff seems to not touch the mouth, but directly scrape the excess fat from the body-indescribably refreshing, so that people will have the illusion that the more they eat, the more hungry they are.
This rare taste may make people temporarily forget the several spicy and sour flavors in the dishes, and instead immerse themselves in the peculiarities of savoy mustard.
Lin Chou took a breath, the heat in his chest was soggy.
”Sizzle, spicy enough~”
Xue Danzi: ”Boom! Boom!”
It's really sinful, everyone eats the same food, but when the snow dumplings are in their mouths, there will be this crisp sound like chewing ice cubes.
Huang Dashan stopped his mouth to pull the rice grains in the bowl several times--should he be looking for sand?
Snow dumplings yingyingying said,
”Extraordinary dish. This is the best meal I have eaten in the past sixty years. It's warm.”
Several people:”......”
I can't empathize at all.
Is there any strange misunderstanding about the words such as ”warm”, ”hot”, and ”warm” by the snow dumpling boss...
The snow dumplings were happily eaten. They kept picking up vegetables and moved quickly.
Once the vegetable leaves on the plate are picked up, they are immediately coated with a layer of crystal ballast, while the plate remains unchanged.
Shan Ye said,
”I knock, what is the principle, after watching it for a long time, I still find it amazing.”
Holding a rice bowl with a chopsticks dish on top of the rice, Wu Ke hid in the corner and did not move. He pushed his glasses.
”I have a bold guess...”
”To shut up!”
”Oh...”
Finally, the green vegetables on the chopsticks of the snow dumplings slipped and fell back to the plate.
”Ding Dong!”
A plate of dishes and a few centimeters of steam above it were all sealed in ice, completely turning into a small mountain peak.
Niu Lanshan was stunned, and Huang Dashan was stunned.
mmp!
mmp...
Research belongs to research and curiosity belongs to curiosity. Why can't you directly turn the research materials into your own!
Anyway, leave us a bite--
Huang Dashan took his chopsticks and knocked on the small green iceberg on the plate.
”Bang, Ding~”
The iceberg was as stable as a dog, but the chopsticks were frozen by the extremely low temperature and shattered into several pieces with the knock.
Xue Danzi said shyly,
”Well, do you still eat?”
This also eats wool.
Niu Lanshan threw down his chopsticks, helpless,
”Please, please.”
The snow dumpling shyly condensed a thin icicle and stuck it on the small iceberg, and lifted it up as soon as it was mentioned—just like holding a weird-shaped lollipop or candied haws in his hand!
Everyone: ”...”
”Boom boom boom.”
”Crack, click.”
”Sucking.”
Xue Danzi is even more shy, and it is almost unsatisfactory to speak.
”It all depends on what I am doing...”
”Let you lick it?”
Reluctant tone.
The cute snowman is holding a small green iceberg, and the shape of the small iceberg looks like an inverted crown.
Well, if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
Huang Dashan shuddered,
”Keep that stuff away...”
Xue Danzi immediately held the ”crown” in his arms and gnawed at it without a bite.
It's strange to say that no matter how big the gap is, that layer of ice will be filled immediately.
Lin Sorrow,
”...Can it still smell?”
Snow dumplings,
”Yes, yes, authentic, really.”
”...”
What an authentic taste!
emmmm, I start to feel that this snowman is a baby.
Then make an ice cream and freeze it, name it [perpetual motion machine], and then sell the ice~
Lin Chou was speechless.
Poor child, it seems that there is a chance to cook more delicious food for him, anyway, old man Gao pays the bill-what has been tossed about.
Alas, the hot pot...
Lin Chou turned around and ran to sit under the home tree. After a while, Huang Dashan also came out.
Master Shan said with a painful expression on his teeth,
”Knock, this is really a science fiction classification, I feel that you, Shan Ye, who is cultivating immortals, I am not surprised at all.”
Lin Chou rubbed his face,
”Well, isn't there a snowman in the house that has become a spirit, making a fuss.”
”You said that our evolutionary can be regarded as human in the end?”
Huang Dashan suddenly invented a thought-provoking and particularly philosophical question.
”What kind of mutant beast turned into a machine, turned into a magic plant, turned into a spirit body, turned into a snowman--”
”Isn't there any weird thing? As the level increases, it is no longer difficult to maintain certain bloodline abilities in a specific state.”
”For example, Uncle Warlock, he has been in a spiritual state forever for hundreds of years...”
His face grew serious,