Chapter 1198： I really want to escape, but I cant escape (2/2)
Lin Chou pointed casually.
”Just this bite. I just used it to slow stew pork cheeks a few days ago. It will match your Uncle Dashan's face very well.”
Su Yourong's happy eyes were narrowed, and his life was fragile.
”Okay~”
Did you see it?
The wet tiger is indeed the best wet tiger in the world!
I want to help my apprentice to enrich the collection all the time...
I want to hide the collection as a dowry!
The scene was quite awkward.
This is not good, we just drank someone's wine...
”Hey, it's not enough to have wine and no food. What do you think of the forest?” Zhao Erye tried to change the subject.
Lin Chou nodded.
”Stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots? Garlic pork head? Pot cow face?”
Huang Dashan: (((;???;)))
who am I?
where am I?
Why did I panic suddenly?
Zhao Er coughed a few times.
”Last time I heard our old man say that the fried chicken with sour lotus head is quite wonderful. I have not eaten it before Lao Wen has it. I can't.”
In any case, Lin Chou was finally persuaded away, and Su Yourong kept glaring at this old man with enthusiasm.
Huang Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his face fiercely, and smiled transparently.
”Come on, come on, the second master will have another bowl. This wine is still made by myself. From beginning to end, I didn't let anyone touch a finger. I told you that the tiger’s blood has to be cleaned up. first...”
Huang Dashan is a guilty man, so he can't hide himself to teach the advanced experience of making tiger bone wine.
”Ok...”
Su Yourong is disgusted,
”It's not that the master's wine is good. It's like how much it has to do with you. You just broke the bones and put them in.”
Huang Dashan put on a serious face, righteously speaking,
”Wine is indeed Linzi's three-color snake wine. No one said that the cooking wine is delicious when it is placed there, right? It has to be used by the cook in order to bloom the best aroma of cooking wine in a lifetime. Can it be okay? Oh, forget it, I told you a girl who couldn't even cut potato shreds about such an unpredictable problem, forgive you for not understanding...”
Su Yourong's pretty face was cold, and his face was flushed with anger. He knew that Huang Dashan was wrong, and after organizing the language for a long time, he was stunned that he didn't know what to refute.
”You, you, you...obviously different...you arrogant words...”
Huang Dashan defeated this little girl with a few words, and turned away triumphantly.
He was prominent to Zhao Er and emphasized once again,
”So, you have to do it yourself. The wine you make yourself has to taste right. If you don't mind, let's know, this wine has a soul!”
Zhao Erye nodded again and again, and had a clash with Huang Dashan.
”Yes! Go heart! Have a heart!”
Directly kill the wine in the bowl, Zhao Erye exhaled a hot and spicy breath, and picked up the tiger bones at the bottom of the bowl.
”I have to say, Lin Zi is not high in alcohol, it's weird, the fifth-order mutant tiger, the bones are soaked?”
Huang Dashan stared blankly and swallowed his saliva.
Suddenly his eyes flickered a little,
”Uh...hehe...”
Zhao Er said strangely,
”what's happenin?”
”No...”
”Isn't it a heartbreaker? Don't you have to do it yourself,” Lin Chou brought out a dish of fried chicken. ”Even the tiger bones are all clean and crumbly made by Shan Ye himself. heart.”
Nonsense, Rong Gong is just such a tiger. Apart from the bones gnawed by Huang Dashan, where are the remaining tiger bones for him to make wine?
”Pattern.”
Zhao Erye's mouth was full of small bones from the teeth marks he had just bitten out, and he bounced **** the ground twice.
Put the sour chicken chopsticks on the table between the two of them, Lin Chou's eyes were shining brightly and brightly like the sour lotus head on the plate, and his face was warm and moist as jade with a warm wine template A slow smile.
Huang Dashan: (((;???;)))
”Second Lord! Second Lord, don't listen to him nonsense, I forgot, I really forgot... Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding...”
Su Yourong followed her master pretty lively, holding a heavy cast iron pan and placing it on the table.
The little girl blinked at Zhao Er.
”Hey, why is there a pot here?”
Just like a statue, Zhao Erye, who played hard as a thinker, came alive.
He blinked at Su Yourong with a waking expression.
”Yes, why is there a pot here!”
Zhao Erye reached out and picked up the pot.
Unskilled weighed.
Laughed.