Chapter 889： Come with your mouth open and come with your hand

It's time to show the real technology, then we have to use a line that is so familiar: leave everything to time.

That's right-technology is indeed technology, a technology that can't be surpassed by imitating it, but it's not Lin Chou's technology.

Simmer the lamb in a large pot for at least two and a half hours, and lamb's head with spicy lamb's feet for at least three and a half hours...

As for the pit roast, when roasting, all the open flames should be removed and all the yellow mud bags should be buried with hot charcoal. After the bones of the first two are completely cold after eating, it can barely make its debut.

Well, barely.

Lin Chou looked at the time,

"Yes, tomorrow I will have to ask Bao Er to buy two of the best earplugs. Tonight I will use cotton rags or something to deal with them first."

This group of guys was determined to be unable to leave anymore, and the grunts on the front hillside had to resound like mountains and cracks.

At this moment, please allow Lin Chou to have a wish to dare to be alone. He is looking forward to the rapid growth of the home tree.

The home tree is still growing too slowly now, it's best to be so high that you can't hear the grunt below.

Lin Chou stepped out and saw Leng Han sternly teaching Zhao Ziyu.

"Except this time, which time didn't you sneak out? Huh?"

"At a young age, greedy, sleepy, and playful, do you think you can relax after awakening with the same ability as your grandfather?"

"Look at your Second Uncle Zhao. He practiced till late at night, and often retreats! Look at you again, Grandpa Zhao always catches you to retreat with bright light every time!"

The entire Yanhui Mountain was quiet, only Leng Han's low-decibel voice echoed like an ice ridge.

Poor Zhao Ziyu looked at this and that, and those who were seen took two steps back without exception, looking neatly at the sky.

It just so happened that Zhao Ziyu also saw him, and hope suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The eyes were facing each other, everything seemed to be in the air-Boss Lin's stepped foot suddenly moved back lightly.

"..."

Zhao Ziyu almost broke his teeth in one bite.

(Brother Sorrow, you are not righteous, too!)

(I, Zhao Ziyu, I misunderstood you!)

The temperature drops sharply.

"Why don't you ask me, distracted?"

Zhao Ziyu immediately said pitifully,

"Sister, I know I was wrong, I will retreat when I go back!"

"Cultivation and practice again-if the earth doesn't explode, I won't have a holiday; if the universe doesn't restart, I won't rest!"

Leng Han's gaze was slightly drenched, and Zhao Ziyu's "skin power firmness" was swept away like a decay.

Zhao Ziyu trembled suddenly.

"Sister, elder sister! If you have something to say, don't move your feet...hands! I'm still young, elder sister! What I'm telling is the truth, not rough, elder sister!"

Leng Han's brows wrung deeper,

"Who taught you these words?"

(It's over, the skin is big!)

Where can Zhao Ziyu dare to say that it was ridiculed by his second uncle every day, so it is estimated that his second uncle would have to be slapped with cold water from the grandfather half crocodile dragon skin whip when he went back - even the cousin's whip was taught by the grandfather Of it!

To say that among the people present, only two and a half people are able to solve the danger of Young Master Zhao:

One is Lin Chou, one is Sikong, Huang Dashan is the half.

Because Shan Ye's way of relieving the siege is mainly to see whether his face and fleshy skin are sufficiently porcelain.

Brother Chou can't count on it, and Lord Shan is completely unreliable, so there is only one option left.

"..."

Sikong sighed, took out the handkerchief he had not used for a long time from his pocket and put it to his mouth, holding his chest in one hand.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough~"

The violent cough drew everyone's attention, including Leng Han.

Sikong wiped the corners of his mouth, and the handkerchief was shockingly bright red.

Everyone was shocked,

"Fuck, Young Master Sikong, you...you..."

"What's the matter? What's the matter, this is!"

Leng Han questioned,

"Aren't you getting better, why are you doing this again?"

Sikong's face was pale without a trace of blood, and he squeezed his vital capacity.

"Tired, tired... morning class... soup, Lin Chou's soup..."

Leng Han glanced over Shen Daru, who was unconscious on a certain table.

"You wait, I'll find Lin Chou."

After Leng Han entered, Zhao Ziyu jumped up and hugged Sikong, very moved.

"Woo, Sikong is still interesting enough for you, you are so kind to me."

Zhao Ziyu raised his thumb.

"Professional, too professional! By the way, I didn't see when your blood was put in your mouth, what kind of blood, pig blood, it looks exactly the same..."

Sikong bulged his eyes and ruined with anger.

"Go away, it's Lao Tzu's own blood!"

Zhao Ziyu wailed for a long time.

"I really vomit blood! You...are you okay?"

Sikong drank a glass of water and gargled his mouth gruntly.

After spitting out the water, he said with a smile,

"Do you think that the illness has been born for so many years? Isn't it just a simple mouthful to vomit a little blood?"

Everyone: "..."

Then Sikong's eyes moved, and his face instantly turned pale again.

Leng Han came out.

Leng Han hurriedly walked to him with the soup bowl, and squeezed Sikong's mouth hard.

"Kay."

His mouth was wide open like a city gate, and Sikong's little tongue could be seen vaguely.

The soup was poured in smoothly--

The ball, the sack of the ball...

Why did the crisp "click" just now? ?

Tang had already entered his stomach, and Si Kong had come back to his senses.

His eyes suddenly rounded, his mouth was huge, and he could only utter one syllable.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

——The performance of whoever puts his chin off by violence is almost the same.

Everyone: "..."

They only felt that there was a terrifying cold air from the base of their tails straight to the back of their heads, which could only be relieved by breathing in and breathing in and out.

Zhao Ziyu was about to cry, and squatted and said,

"Sister... Sikong... Isn't Sikong unaware... he can drink..."

Zhao Ziyu felt that he was going to be a dog soon, and was beaten to death by Sagong alive.

"?"

Leng Han frowned and thought, a blush covering his neck and rising to his cheeks.

Lin Chou, who came out with Leng Han, glanced at Sikong left and right, stretched out his hand and pushed.

"Kah~"

Closely fit.

Sikong hugged his chin and squatted down, squeezing forward with his face toward the ground and shaking his shoulders silently.

Everyone: "......"

Calm and calm, inhale and inhale.

Poor Young Master Sikong, I guess he has never experienced this kind of pain when he grows up like this-or twice in a row!

Lin Chou blinked innocently,

"It'll be fine for a while. This is me. If you get a big breasted sister, she will cut your face with a knife and put the hook on you again."

Sikong squatted on the spot and continued to shake, a breath called sadness rose from his scrawny back.

Of course, others might think it was sad and desolate, but Young Master Zhao touched him the resentment of the cracked wall that made him chill.

Sikong trembles for a long time before he stands up again, wipes away his tears, and asks,

"It's absolutely okay for you to pick it up? If it's crooked, you have to pick it up again? How can you, a cook, give people bones casually?"

No one would want to experience this kind of unsuspecting disaster more times.

Lin Chou felt that his profession was questioned and insulted.

"What a joke!"

"The half of my life (xiè) eats more salt than you eat. If you look at the skin of your eyes and a kitchen knife with one hand, you can take it apart and put it back together. Believe it or not, one more scratch on the bones and cartilage will count as me lose. Don’t you just reach out for a chin? Take a look at the braised silver carp head?"

Leng Han: "..."

Zhao Ziyu: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Sikong swallowed his saliva with a grunt.

——I can't just admit defeat, as if my son can win.