Chapter 1113： Your heart is so dirty (1/2)
Man Kuang touched the corner of his eye-he thought his eye sockets might be moist!
This is so delicious...
Could it be caused by some psychological factors...
The awakening talent of this young restaurant owner must be hypnotic, right...
Shan Ye rolled his eyes,
”What kind of look? Do you want to force the sentence ”Why do I always have tears in the corners of my eyes”?”
Condition: ”I...”
Sikong followed with a cold smile.
”Don't think about it, just your kind of salted fish. The moistness today is at best to be able to coat more salt tomorrow.
Condition: ”???”
At any rate, he can be regarded as the number one person. Under the double suppression of physics and material, he said the psychological words in grief and indignation.
”Who I provoke, you two are really embarrassed!”
I'm afraid this guy doesn't know the tradition of Yanhuishan...
While eating the good dishes made by Lin Chou and drinking small wine or happy water from the fat house, just find a target to spray and spray again. It's very healthy, especially after dinner, is it especially popular?
Then, most people who understand this tradition can do things like Solitaire Solitaire perfectly.
As for whether the person who gets sprayed will not have a complete body-what a joke, we didn't ask the cute new ladies to pick up customers, are they particularly kind!
Shan Ye asked very curiously,
”Wolves were raped?”
”Oh, your kid is quite wild when he is young...”
”Does Mingguang still have this kind of show? Is it a regular show?”
”Where did you look at it! Say it to make everyone upright!”
Door Kuang was silent and tears came from a camel bell in his ear: ”Where is the MMP camel, I'm going to roast it!”
Everyone laughed.
”This newcomer is not on the road!”
”Well, the stimulants are starting to talk nonsense...”
”Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, you are blocking me from watching Boss Lin's meat...”
A thick cast iron roasting pan is sandwiched on the bright red charcoal. When the bright red venison is suddenly put on it, it will make a loud but very small grease bursting noise, which is contemplative.
Lin Chou put down the deer leg in his hand and picked up a piece of venison with a knife. With a flick of his hand, the venison spun on the tip of the knife like a bright handkerchief.
”Fuck...”
”What's so special...”
”Emerton starts...”
Every fiber of the venison dancing on the tip of the knife has been pulled to the extreme, and it seems that it can break into the sky at any time.
Lin Chou's hand shook again, and the extremely thin slices of venison had fallen on the baking tray.
”Noisy~”
The slices of meat were tightened, and the fine fat burst.
The tip of the knife was picked again, and the seasoning powder was flying like rain when the slices of meat were turned over, and he was already ”wounded all over” when he turned around.
There was another ”Zi La”, and the slices of meat were already wrapped around the tip of the knife.
Lin Chou raised his knife and lightly tapped it in the cyan, finely crushed hand-rubbed salt, and put it to Leng Han's mouth.
Leng Han opened his pale pink lips slightly, staring dumbly at Lin Chou and his movement of bringing the knife...uh...the flesh on the tip of the knife to his eyes, his whole body stiffened, and it took a while to remember. Breathing,
”Ahhh~”
Hey, I'm fascinating, you are so showy!
A group of single dogs crying and howling wolves,