The old man shouted,

"You said when you can't chat, the water is cold, hurry up~"

The old man had already picked up the cup and was about to snatch the small pot in Lin Chou's hand and pour it himself, with a look of urgency.

Lin Chou dodged the old man's hand and said with a smile,

"Old man, I can't eat hot tofu if I'm in a hurry."

The old man rolled his eyes directly at him,

"If you don't eat my tofu again, it's going to become frozen tofu."

Lin Chou said,

"This thing is very precious and fragile, and now that the temperature of this water is washed down, the ginseng flowers will become tree roots, and they can't be eaten."

The old man looked puzzled,

"Huh? Is that so? ”

He scratched his head,

"It's been a while since I last ate this, and it's not like that."

"Well, I really don't know how to do it, so listen to you."

Lin Chou said subtly,

"Old man, it's been a while since the last time I ate Rambo Henny, you see..."

Old man: "Heheda." ”

Lin Chou's eyebrows are raised, good you can support the old man for anything, you are still hehe-da??

Boss Lin rhythmically touched the lid of the teapot, knocked out a good, rhythmic old echo, and felt the temperature of the tea gradually decrease in the purple sand pot through his fingertips.

Several onlookers stared at each other.

Well, this kind of boss Lin seems to be a little handsome.

But what they don't know is—

In fact, at this time, Lin Chou was thinking, don't always listen to this, and send a few beeps and wait for what a wonderful process...

Nima is all fart!

It looks so coquettish, but it's actually very bad and tormenting.

It's useless to say anything else, it's just that Lin Moumou is looking forward to it himself.

"Stampede~"

The big-breasted sister walked in through the front door, well, her whole body was full of cold and cold negative emotions, and she almost blurred the light in the hut.

The big-breasted sister's voice scared everyone sitting in the room,

"Stupid, ignorant, senile male creature - I'm going to kill you!!"

After saying that, he pounced.

Lin Chou: (⇀‸↼‵‵)

Yeyu: (个_个)

Capacity:(¬_¬)

Wu Ke: (◕ᴗ◕)

The old man was almost frightened out of a myocardial infarction on the spot by this strong woman of two and a half meters +++, and collapsed with a weak face.

"You, you, you... What are you going to do..."

The big-breasted sister responded without hesitation.

"You!"

Well, if it weren't for the big-breasted sister who lifted the old man up by the collar of his neck, and still held a sharp prismatic spear more than three meters long that Lin Chou used to stab the heart when he murdered the super giant beast in her right hand.

Perhaps the scene may be a little charming and reverie.

The old man's face is green,

"You, you, you... You're a sinkhole man... You can't be so unreasonable even if you're a sinkhole... This is the bright light! Mingguang, do you know how to cut down? The kind of man who is born will not be strangled on the spot! ”

Su Yourong suddenly forbade his nose,

"What a taste... So sour... It stinks..."

Wu Ke also sniffed hard, so everyone's eyes focused on the old man and the big-breasted sister.

The big-breasted sister is extremely sad and angry,

"That damn one... I don't know what the hell! It actually spat on me! ”

Only then did everyone realize that the hair and clothes on the big-breasted sister were wet, and the weird smell was obviously emitted from the wet marks.

Wu Ke beeped a sentence without dying,

"Spit and spit ... The displacement is quite large..."

Lin Chou rubbed his eyebrows.

Well? The old man's mount...

If he's not mistaken, it's the alpaca that comes and goes like the wind, right?

As we all know, alpacas are creatures that seem to be very happy to spit on others at certain times...

What kind of friendly greeting is supposed?!

Lin Chou and Wu Ke persuaded tightly,

"Eliminate gas, eliminate gas."

"The old man is too old to stand the scare of this thing..."

"You can't stab it this time?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just the thin little body of the old man, at least one class can be strung on this thorn!"

Su Yourong moved a very old and thick cast iron pot from nowhere,

"Sister Chiqi, why don't you try this?"

The old man's heart was broken: "......"

Isn't it just a meal, why is this still life-threatening, what happened in just a few seconds?

But the big-breasted sister finally put the old man down, and ran to the side with a snort and sulked.

Wu Koniao quietly said to the old man,

"You're lucky, you know, the loss is that the adults aren't at home, otherwise who would dare to persuade you..."

Lin Chou sweated.

If this guy stretches out his claws, he really won't be able to stop it - it's a magic attack in physics, and a gravitational field that can't be seen or touched can be thrown over, so tell me how to intercept this?

After tossing such a pass, I have to say that in fact, the water temperature in the purple sand pot is just right.

As soon as the tea soup is poured into the cup, the curling mist rises from the tea cup, the golden ginseng flowers wander and drift in the soup, and the faint smell of the ocean follows like a shadow, brewing in the thick.

The old man stared at the teacup in front of him, and instantly forgot what had just happened.

"Shhhh This taste... It's kind of interesting..."

The soup of boiling cabbage, the grinding goblin in the soup, can play the role of the finishing touch on some specific occasions.

The old man didn't even smell the soup itself, and all that came to his nose was the unique grease fragrance of ginseng flowers and the salty freshness of the sea.

The taste is so pure that it has no impurities, like an ocean shrinking in a tea cup, stacking a thousand waves on the sense of smell.

After being infused into the soul, the ginseng flower stretches with the water to every inch of the tea cup, and every strand of line is slightly tightened, bending at a beautiful angle at the tip.

Lin Chou smiled and made a gesture of please,

"Taste it."

This compelling ginseng tea is actually handed down from the old man of Lin Moumou's own old man.

Well, Lin Chou felt that his old man should not be for anything else, but simply to pretend to be forced.

The old man pinched the small teacup, put it on the end of his nose and sniffed gently,

"Wonderful!"

"What kind of flower is this?"

"The smell of this... Not... What kind of material is it? I don't have any idea at all..."

The erudite can raise anything The old man made a mistake at once, and such a familiar taste seemed to linger in his mouth, but he couldn't remember it for a long time.

"It's not that complicated, it's not a lot of materials mixed together, but..."

"Could it be that my old man is really too old to taste the food in his mouth?"

With a slurp, the old man took a sip of the soup in the teacup.

"Huh~!"

The old man narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and his mouth made a lot of movement.

After a while, the old man finally exhaled,

"Fresh, refreshing!"