Chapter 1270： Boss Lin’s communication method (1/2)
What was lost this time was not something that was particularly valuable and valuable—but it was more important than Tarzan in the eyes of the uncle Warlock.
cough...
When the mentality collapses, you understand everything you understand, and you won’t understand it if you don’t.
But there is a situation where everyone's guesses seem to fit the actual situation...
Uncle Warlock indeed wandered through a thick purple halo.
Shan Ye couldn't help but shrank back.
”Lin Zi, do you think this **** will affect the normal functioning of a healthy and strong waist?”
Lin Chou replied: ”Get out!”
By the way, the mentality of the uncle Warlock really interfered with his lucky attributes? What kind of magical theory is this?
”what is that?”
Uncle Warlock had half a chicken leg in his mouth, and pointed his finger at something displayed on the kitchen shelf.
”That one?”
Lin Chou glanced at it, and withdrew his gaze as if he had been pricked by a needle.
”Um...dried fish...”
Most of the shelves on the walls are filled with pickled products that are not suitable to be placed directly on the ground in contact with the earth's air, and occasionally there are expensive seasoning sauces and the like.
You must know that a cook always attaches great importance to this kind of thing. They are used to stocking all kinds of semi-finished sauces, sauces and dry spices that are specially used to make a certain dish.
Most of these bottles and cans are dark in color, and very few may still be covered with a layer of white hair or green oily bubbles. Only the one pointed out by the warlock is a mixture of pure white, brilliant red, and green and green. Especially fresh and conspicuous.
Uncle Warlock said,
”I want to eat that.”
Lin Chou helpless,
”This thing...not very tasty...”
Shan Ye: ”???”
Oh damn? How can I still hear from your Lin Moumou that his cooking is not delicious?
Lin Chou sighed and could only take the things down and put them in front of the warlock.
”You'll know if you taste it.”
Uncle Warlock twisted the bottle cap dry, and a pungent fish smell came over his face.
”Emmmm...fuck...”
Uncle Warlock changed a mouth-spitting emoticon on the spot.
Lin Chou said slowly,
”These are the leftovers I collected when I made fish, such as fish tails, cheeks, fish intestines and the like. Some dishes are not used in these parts. When I was a child, my old man would occasionally fry these things. It was baked and marinated, and I made this that day when I suddenly wanted to turn up.”
”Uh...then misplaced the pepper...”
The devil is spicy and mutated.
After making it, Lin Chou took a bite, and then was abandoned there. Boss Lin drank the whole bucket of Happy Water at the time. This thing is not a hotness that a normal person can bear.
The fish pieces of these dried pickled fish are obviously grilled on charcoal after air-drying to remove the excess water and the grease. They have a beautiful burnt texture, and most of the fish meat is some strange and weird parts with bones. , Especially the triangle meat behind the gills where the fish head and the fish body are connected, but it does not smell much fishy, even the pepper in the jar is not too much.
But as soon as the warlock put it in his mouth, he understood what is meant by ”life limit”.
”Fuck you, do I adjust my sensory organs too sensitively? Why do I have a pain in my nose...ahhhhh...”