The atmosphere is very good, but the sheep's head and sheep's hooves are really a bit busy eating, and they are picking and pulling, and the meat and tendons in the corners and corners feel very wasteful.

When all the dishes on the plate were taken care of by the humanitarian brilliance, the group of guys found out - from the beginning of gnawing the sheep's hooves, sheep's head and sheep's tail, to the end, no one even remembered to take a sip of wine, but this is clearly a good dish with excellent wine!

The mountain master said in a pinched tone,

"Ladies and gentlemen, after this glass of wine, I will first give these delicious sheep a serious condolence...... Thankfully, we can continue to eat this kind of lamb! ”

With a serious look on their faces, several people laughed out loud on the spot.

Who's coming, didn't you just beep and can't drink?

The price of the third-order snake wine is extremely affordable for the evolutionary, not to mention that every time you drink it, you feel like you have experienced a rebirth, and you are a hundred times more relaxed and motivated.

The most reassuring thing is that when you wake up the next day, you will never have a spleventual break, a headache or anything like that – unless you can't wake up the next day.

Not everyone has the amount of Huang Dashan and Wenzhong liquor in a normal state, and the strength of the spirits produced by the dog beep system is never discounted, and the normal third-order evolutionary will definitely not be able to carry the amount of a jar.

As a result, the three-color snake wine is even more popular with mid- and low-level evolutionaries - this is especially calculated carefully, and it can save a lot of money compared to drinking Qingquan Mountain, which is heavy wine.

There are both forced and high-grade, and the great 3,000 circulation points plus some food money will block it!

Oh, when it comes to food, I'm afraid no one will be shameless enough to order a six-figure medicinal meal when someone else is treating.

After a few cups and lamps, more than half of the people began to stand up.

The mountain lord grinned sinisterly, and looked around - emmmmm, now the amount of the finale dish that everyone can share has been successfully increased to 2+.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

Drag the fallen people to the side and arrange them neatly in the grass according to their size, and outsiders will be in awe just by looking at them.

Compared with the "father and son" bureau, the "grandfather and grandson" bureau and the general "what do you see" bureau drink into the daily situation, it is very reliable.

"Here, cheers~"

By the time Lin Chou got up to get the mud and roast the lamb's neck, the only people on the table were Huang Dashan, Wen Chongjiu, Warlock, and a fourth-order boss with eight third-order junior brothers.

Yes, that's right, and rolling.

Eating and drinking from dawn to dark, Leng Han saw that it was late, and protected Zhao Ziyu and Sikong to return to Mingguang in advance, and couldn't wait for the sheep's neck to be baked, which was a pity.

Huang Dashan's Yangmou has been very successful and is now at the 3+ level.

From 1--sheep neck per capita at the beginning to 3+ sheep necks per capita, this effect is very good.

So even if he was scolded N many times, Huang Dashan's face was still full of red and hideous smiles.

"Yo, it's coming, help put away the plates and bowls, and make room for the sheep's neck!"

Fifteen black, yellow, black, and yellow mud mounds on a huge tray were arranged into a small mountain, and the weight was not light.

From the first red charcoal fire to the final furnace full of charcoal ash, the mud-roasted lamb neck took a total of four hours before finally making its belated debut.

The warlock snorted,

"I remember once I went to the outer city to steal two hazelnut chickens to the beach and wrapped them in mud to roast the scene, when the roast was almost done, the mud shell and fur skin were torn off, and I took a bite of the hazel chicken, that taste, tsk-"

The ghost knows what Uncle Warlock has experienced, this kind of magical guy, the existence of an almost excessive individual force value, will actually be reduced to the point of stealing other people's chickens.

Lin Chou followed everyone and smiled half embarrassedly,

"Knock it yourself, the temperature of the mud shell is not too high."

He has his own principles, such as the belief that such food is best only when it is taken out of the ugly packaging and eaten in his mouth.

Maybe Lin Chou was right.

Wen Chongjiu and Huang Dashan drank the most, and each of them had more than a dozen jars of three-color snake wine, and even they began to get confused.

Wen Chongjiu's face was a mess, and his movements were a little slow, but his eyes were still clear.

He maintained the posture of looking down with a knife for more than ten seconds before he said,

"No, I feel like I can't control my strength anymore—"

Hey, the fifth-order boss also has such a cute time?

Before a fourth-order boss with eight third-order junior brothers could laugh, the mud lump in his hand exploded with a click, and the loose mud shell collapsed on the table, and the tin foil inside was also torn apart, and a stream of hot oil splashed out of the part where the finger pressed it.

"Damn... Scalding..."

The others reacted in the same way, picking up all sorts of things on the table to protect the mud in front of them.

A fourth-order boss with eight third-order junior brothers said speechlessly,

"You didn't knock it open, block the egg!"

Wen Jiu muttered,

"Color, fragrance, and shape, although... It's still a mud lump, at least you have to maintain a minimum of respect, it's already a dish on my plate from the time it was placed on the plate in front of me, what do you think when you eat hot pot, the oil in other people's pots hits your pot?? ”

A fourth-order boss with eight third-order junior brothers was speechless - the truth is this, but why do you feel so aggrieved.

No one cares what kind of state of mind this person is,

"Come on, come on, open the bag, open the bag on the spot!"

The warlock snorted,

"How do you get a good dish in your mouth...... This warlock can smell the lewd temperament of you from three days away, and he is a maverick. ”

Huang Dashan, who had just spoken, refused to give any peer a chance, and shamelessly raised his hand to answer,

"People, once a person has his own temperament, it means that you have taken a big lead from the crowd."

That's actually kind of interesting - but definitely not contextual.

Occasionally, you may think of this thing as a half-philosopher, but the next time you look at it, you'll see that he's actually a complete and outright rascal.

"Click~"

The mud shell in Huang Dashan's hand was shattered, there was no hot air, no explosion-like fragrance, and the silver glittering tin foil was swollen several times by the heat inside, shaking off a few grains of floating ash on the surface.

It wasn't until Huang Dashan completely peeled off the tin foil on both sides that the hot steam erupted as if he had just "come back to his senses".

The aroma of mutton intertwined with the aroma of beef bone marrow roasted with pepper swept across the table, and the aroma was full of fat that seemed to be as dense as a weight, a taste that would be difficult for those who did not like meat to resist.

The lamb neck wrapped in tin foil did not show the fighting power of the finale dish until this time, without too much spices, just the taste of the mutton blended with beef bone marrow and bay leaves was enough to be brilliant, and the effect was surprisingly good.

One can imagine how confident the Wei Z people who use this method are in the taste of their local mutton.

Although it is not a Luobu sheep but a Gobi sheep, it is still remarkable from this mouth-watering aroma.

The sheep's neck was cut three times and two times, and the layers were distinct, and the infiltration of oil and wine aroma was therefore extremely sufficient.

The lamb's neck, which lies in tin foil well, does not have a deliberate thick oil red sauce or a fancy and eye-catching shape, but just by showing a slight golden yellow translucent fat and a fascia that has not shrunk to a tight point, it can already highlight the ingenuity of the fire on the side.

The thick mud shell is destined to increase the internal temperature a little bit and not too high, and the loss of gravy and fat is almost imperceptible, so nothing can dilute the taste of the ingredients inside the mud shell, and its richness and intensity will not be noticed until the moment the mud shell is opened.

"Huh~"

Huang Dashan sighed,

"I didn't expect it to be so tender, the little bit of mutton fat on this mutton is trembling, I thought it would be burnt after it came out."

Lin Chou said,

"The lamb will look very woody when it is dried, even the kebabs people will control the heat and brush the oil to make the mutton charred on the outside and tender on the inside...... Cooking, this is a profession with tradition and inheritance. ”

Huang Dashan scratched his head and bit down on the neck of the sheep,

"emmmmm, I'll just talk about it, how it rose to the height of work ethic... It's so serious, Prince Ben thought he was going to grab eggs... Hey, I'm so hot to death..."

The meat on the neck of the lamb is unexpectedly tender, juicy on the inside and oily on the outside, and when it is applied to the mouth, the taste is almost enough to make the eyebrows dance.

The others were also welcome, and the sound of "bang" was endless.

"It seems that you can't taste the taste of beef bone marrow, but your senses will always remind you that the taste of mutton is actually the taste of bone marrow, which is a strange feeling."

"I think so too, how to say, it's like a sheep's neck 'eating' the cow's bone marrow, and then it becomes its own taste and is eaten by us..."

"Eat without saying a word, one more hard work and one more harvest, haha, Lao Tzu has already finished gnawing one!" - Needless to say, the person who is speaking now is Huang Dashan.

“...... Why do you dare to move your fingers a little more? ”

Everyone is equal in front of food, and the war is particularly tragic.

The most laid-back one is Rolling, and now I'm enjoying the tickling service of the little black and white at the same time and the feeding of the red one.

As soon as the mud cubes were served, Akatsuki pulled the four mud lumps in front of Rolling Roll very excessively - the others had no opinion at all.

As for the four dogs who dare not approach far away, they are more sad, these guys have good teeth and better appetites, and I am afraid that they will not even let go of the bones that should theoretically belong to a certain Wang.

The four dogs lay down and covered their faces with their paws, sad like a fat man weighing thirteen tons.

"Whew..."

While eating, Huang Dashan licked his lips and said to Lin Chou very solemnly,

"Actually, I have always believed that even if you can't make medicinal food at the level of Linzi, you can make the business as big as Jiushan Palace, oh, it's Bafang Building, one less, hehe, the first generation of the Xue family in Bafang Lou didn't start with medicinal food, and now I go to Bafang Building, in addition to the effect of medicinal food in Mingguang, it is quite top-notch among the various dietitians in Mingguang, and ordinary dishes can only be said to be decent, and it is still tasteless if you eat too much."

Wen Zhongjiu shook his head, put down the mutton in his hand and took a sip of wine,

"It's different, Lin Zi, this little guy seems to be gentle-looking, thin, and has no temper, but the style of cooking is rough and arrogant; Bafanglou is different, even if it is a big radish on the plate, it has to be carved into a phoenix with wings and then covered with gold leaf, don't underestimate this, for many people this part is quite important, the two are not the same way. ”

After thinking about it, Wen Chongjiu added,

"Ahem, but, for various reasons, the Mingguang Evolver really doesn't buy this."

Huang Dashan smiled,

"How do you buy it? Evolutionaries like us don't dare to say all, nine times out of ten they dare to fight and kill in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain and wade a few back and forth, not to mention the price of the Bafang Building, which is the same as charcoal, there are a few evolutionaries who are willing to suffer this grievance, before the forest is not out of the mountain, if there is no absolute necessity, I will try to go to the Bafang Building as little as possible - enjoy and enjoy, there must be a degree, gentle township is a hero's mound, although Lao Tzu is not a hero, there is no ambition, there is no great patience and determination, I'm afraid that I will be licked up by the row of tender and tender little girls who have lost all the blood - the next scene, the next corpse tide, the beast tide, the cold bones, maybe it's Lao Tzu himself. ”

Wen Zhongjiu said,

"It's not rough, it's true."

"Wealth is moving, enjoyment is even more depleting, the corpse tide has nothing to look at in recent years, the quantity has been able to go down, this beast tide, but every time it can make Mingguang's high-level bones chill - the speed of alien beast alienation and strength rise is really terrifying, almost every year the overall strength jumps a small level, the ability of alien beasts is already full of tricks, not to mention the formation of a scale."

"The number of living corpses is so terrifying but they are pressed like this, to say something that Mingguang doesn't want to admit, ninety percent of them have nothing to do with Mingguang Evolver, it is completely alien beasts that are crushing the living corpses with an unstoppable momentum, and some people in the base city even speculate that within fifty years of continuing like this, the living corpses can basically only be placed in glass display cases and labeled as 'rare' for people to visit for a fee."

Huang Dashan burst out laughing, snapped a bone, and said,

"That relationship is good, ah, I really want to have one day, when Lao Tzu led a bunch of grandchildren's little Ga Yazi to the zoo to see the monkeys, when he passed by the living corpse display case, he pretended to be forced to say casually - hey, look, this is the living corpse that your grandfather and I fought back then, this thing is so old, I used to come with one of our ancestors, but now it has been eaten to be endangered, just carry this one out and sell it to cover your grandfather's eight-year pension!"

"Puff~"

A crowd laughed.

Wen Zhongjiu glanced at him,

"Then I guess your grandson will say to you with admiration while vomiting: 'Grandpa Dashan, the evolutionaries of your time had such a good appetite!' We don't carry this pot~"

Huang Dashan: "......"