Chapter 1100： Today, the head of the grave has five (1/2)
Although Leng Han didn't speak on the side, the expressions on his face were probably all written-you scumbags who judge people by their appearance.
Sister Xingxing has a bit of iron and blood, she is a bit awkward, and her voice is a bit more drums and gongs...
Other aspects are still good, probably?
In short, Leng Han is just like Jiufen contemptuously hold back his smile.
Huang Dashan and Bai Qiongshou put their hands together, and Zhao Erye, who danced his **** to compete with the gods, put them into the Liutingzi, which was the closest to the small hall, and sat down.
Well, the main reason is that he is afraid that the master will throw up in the house.
Lin Chou wiped the cold sweat from his head.
”Er Zhao, come for some hangover?”
”Well, I remember that for a while, I seemed to be making some sour plum soup. You Rong, is there anything like this?”
Su Yourong took out a large glass jar from the incubator and hugged it tightly.
”Boil it! But, no! Wet tiger, you forgot, sour plum soup, you have already made me ‘stained bayberry’!”
Children, they love to eat sweet and sour snacks.
Su Yourong has a special hobby, she likes to eat bayberry.
In the wilderness...Ah no...There are many bayberry trees on the back mountain. The bayberry trees bear different tastes, sour, astringent, bitter, and even poisonous.
Lin Chou picked out a part of it, dried it half-dried with sugar and salt, and then was soaked in sour plum soup by Su Yourong for storage.
The baby Su Yourong is very good, even Boss Lin himself hasn't eaten it a few times-the taste is surprisingly good, especially after being placed in the incubator for a period of time, the ice is cold and the taste is strange.
Zhao Er grinned with a big mouth,
”Hangover? Hangover! I didn't drink too much!”
”Fry two catties of beef hoofs for Lao Tzu first, add spicy and spicy!”
”Also... and Sanhe soup... Add two tablespoons of mountain pepper oil to Lao Tzu!”
”Furthermore, let's have another stir-fried chicken chopsticks with scallops, stir fry with the devil!”
Huang Dashan muttered,
”This is so special, can I still live after eating...”
Bai Qiongshou added,
”You know what a fart, according to such a few dishes, normal people will cry to the point of tears even if they eat the guarantee in their mouths, they are much stronger than mustard, Zhao Erye is smart...”
”Tsk tusk, I just realized that I am afraid of being ashamed. Is it too late?” Huang Dashan looked at Lin Chou, ”If you say that eating like this really can't kill people, right?”
Lin Chou scratched his head,
”There is an old saying that goes well: spicy food is refreshing for a while, chrysanthemum crematorium.”
”Um... I'm going to cook...”
Zhao Erye continued grinning,
”Here you are your second master...hiccup...I'll have another two hundred catties of lamb kidney stewed with leeks...grass...who...who is afraid of who...is there a goalkeeper? .. the light... the light turns off I... I still score goals!”
Huang Dashan hissed,
”Come on little ones, clean up all the corpses under the roof, and help the second master to go up. This Nima bought another one from Germany.”
Everyone:? ? ?
After a while, Lin Chou's cough became a piece of choking in the kitchen.
Huang Dashan nibbled the Naxiang red bean berries outside, put a dozen or so pits in his pockets, and patted them.
Say,
”Linzi is too affordable, it's so spicy.”
Su Yourong patted her chest lightly (don’t get me wrong, it’s the age of growth),
”Wet Tiger said, the customer is God, this is called professional ethics!”
Huang Dashan was dizzy for a while, muttered,
”Little monster... mother... how old is she...”