Chapter 1272： Umi (1/2)

When the three people and an uncle warlock were finished arguing, they found that Lin Chou hadn't been waiting anymore and was done.

”...”

Huang Dashan said silently,

”Well, pickled raw is also good.”

”Yes, yes, good, very good.”

”Emmm...”

I feel hurt. We are fighting here and there, you are just asking casually, right?

Shan Ye raised his eyebrows at Sikong,

”Today are all good food for wine, how many mouthfuls?”

Sikong's face is full of question marks, do you think my small physique seems to have the conditions for those whole mouthfuls?

But the warlock and Wu Ke said in unison,

”whole!”

Of course, it is limited to beer, Shan Ye's drought-resistant barrel-level big wine bag, drinking Qingquanshan, he has to be regarded as a bully.

When Lin Chou came out with a large pot of raw pickled crabs, several guys were already full of alcohol.

Lin Shou is happy,

”What do you mean by this?”

”Hiccup~” Wu Ke said, ”It's too hot and you have to drink some ice, and I feel almost out of breath.”

Lin Chou nodded,

”Charcoal-grilled long-legged prawns, raw pickled blood cockles, raw pickled blue crabs, stir-fried octopus, oysters, well, there is a cress stew on the stove, but it will take a while.”

Boss Lin habitually tells a few people about the dishes he is most looking forward to.

Uh, but this group of carnivores, apart from Sikong, who showed a slight loss of expectation for the face, the others didn't even have a reaction.

Water celery? !

? ? ?

Ah!

What's that stuff?

Brother, I’ve been stealing for so many years. Is it easy to live? I, I have to eat meat to know, who is serious, who eats wild vegetables!

Lin Chou took a bottle of beer and flicked the bottle cap with his fingers.

”Tons, tons, huh~”

Boss Lin usually sips at most two sips of rice wine for cooking, and the white wine almost doesn't touch a drop.

However, on a hot day, there is still a certain enthusiasm for this beer with ice flowers-I always feel that drinking this thing is much cooler than happy water, and it is refreshing.

After half a bottle of cold beer, the sweat from the kitchen seemed to disappear.

”Come on, Lord Shan, give me control of Sikong! Good job, Si Mou, I just listened to what you said.”

”Come on, leave it to Grandpa Dashan, quack,” Shanye barked his teeth savagely, and he could see 16 teeth and the small tongue croaking behind him, ”Come on, be happy, yeah, strong man locks men on men and adds men.”

”Let it go, let it go, **** fucking...”

This thing, Umi, doesn't actually look so scary.

They are all carefully selected by Lin Chou. Each ume film covered with black powder is particularly complete. After a simple and spicy stir-fry with thick oil and red sauce, the black inside faintly reflects a dark trace through the film, and the surface is oily. Diligently shining, dotted with red peppers and rich soup immersed in the bottom of the plate.

Shan Ye snorted,

”It looks pretty good. I remember that we had eaten raw when we were young. One bite and one black mouth, it was quite sweet.”

Lin Chou picked a spindle-shaped Umi about the size of Si Kong’s nose and clamped it on his chopsticks.