: 1127, surpassing the king of the king, ranking first

The barbaric king returned very calmly. "Everything is fine now."
"To keep going." After that, the old man no longer speaks and concentrates on eating.
The old words of the old house let the people around us fall into deep thought.
I feel that the old man is hoping for the ridiculous month, and it is the meaning of the savage king.
Some people think that the old man is just a perfunctory question. It is quite ridiculous that the moon is better than many places, even the temples of the Three Realms.
Of course, some people have heard something else, such as the king.
This is telling him that the old days will not be too flat?
Mingwuyan didn't think so far, she was surprised when she found that the old club also liked the taste of sour fish.
Although the taste of the sea squid made of sauerkraut is very beautiful this day, it is also shocking to let the old so like.
Because the old people are dining at the side, everyone is a bit cautious and more cautious than the time of the king.
Fortunately, when the old man finished eating a bowl of rice, he stood up and seemed ready to leave.
Others also stood up and waited for the old man to say that he left, and everyone said that he would send the old.
The old man raised his eyebrows slightly and sat down again. He directly said to the next North Yantou: "Add another bowl of rice."
"Good!" Ming Mist Yan resisted the urge to laugh and personally went to help the old man.
Fear that the old restaurant was not full, she also took a large basin and put a large pot of Tianling rice on the table for everyone to eat together.
The old man was very calm and ate, just like an ordinary elder.
Mingwuyan sees everyone watching the old, she will occasionally look at it, and soon she stood up and left.
The people around him felt a little strange. They didn't understand how God suddenly went away in Beiyan, and they didn't even say hello to the old man.
And the old man did not mind that Beiyan Shantou left.
Mingwuyan went back to the place where I just cooked and looked at it. I found that I didn't have what I wanted, so I went back to the ancient space and picked up a lot of good plum fruit. I left half of it with a can, half of it. She was added some scented grass and grass leaves to make a bowl of sour and sweet Lingmei soup, which was taken out.
The old man looked at the soup that Beiyan Shantou deliberately said and smiled and said: "What did you do for me?"
This soup smells comfortable, very clear-eyed, and also puts the scent grass, this is really a hearty and clever child.
Mingwu smiled and nodded. "Well, you can taste it!"
The old man took a spoon and took a sip, and his heart suddenly raised a warm force. He nodded calmly. "Tang I brought it back to drink. Beiyan hoes, I let God keep God and Mengxi in the sky." On the other hand, if you and others have something, you can tell them that they will monitor the next battles."
"Good!"
The old man nodded and then got up. This time, it was really going to go.
The veteran of the pavilion waved, the bowl of soup on the table disappeared...
"Gong Gong sent the old man..." The people around him got up and opened for the first time, and the tone was surprisingly harmonious.
Ming Mist Yan feels that everyone may be clear, the club will not stay here more.
After the old man left, everyone seemed to be a lot more comfortable, and some people began to wonder what kind of soup God had prepared for the old man in Beiyan, but curiosity was curious, and no one spoke first.
Finally, the main of the Seven Drinks Hall was so curious to ask, "Northern God, what soup did you just give to the old club? The old look like it."
The clear misty and calm road: "It is just the ordinary Sanlingtang. This delicious sour fish fillet is sour and spicy. This Sanling soup is more broth than the tea."
Sitting next to the snow is cold to understand what the Chaos baby has done, but she is now said to be Sanling Tang, that is Sanling Tang.
Other people are not curious when they hear Sanlingtang, because Sanlingtang is made of three kinds of fairy grasses, similar to the tea, although precious, but not very rare, as long as there is a heart, the three kingdoms of the temple The gods are all drinkable.
"Northern God, you see this Lingmi is not ordinary, where did you buy it?" Meishang God suddenly asked.
She just noticed it, but the old man ate two bowls of rice!
You know, as the biggest in the Three Realms, it doesn't matter if you eat or not. Usually, the banquet is just for gathering and chatting, and to exchange feelings. God even robs the temple for years, even decades. There is a rise in smoke.
The bright fog sighed with a sigh of relief: "The medicinal herbs in the Pharmacy Hall were harvested by me last time. I originally planned to plant the scented herbs that were sent by the gods. I don’t know how to live. I spent a while. I didn't find the right medicine to plant, and I planted some Tianling rice. However, let alone the rice is so good, the cooked rice is delicious!"
Listening to the words of God in Beiyan, the gods around are all face to face. It seems that I can't believe that God in Beiyan will actually plant the Tianling Rice in the most noble and mysterious purple medicine garden in the Temple of the Three Realms. This is really a violent thing!
"Oh, the gods in Beiyan are really flexible." The beautiful smoked God and laughed twice, and did not ask.
Using the purple medicine garden to plant Tianling rice, of course, it can grow well, that is, this move is really puzzling.
This God of the North, can you really be the Lord God of the Medicine Hall?
Many people present in the field are actually the same thoughts as the beauty of the gods. Only when Wu Xishen is listening to the gods in Beiyan, he said that most of the medicines he sent last time did not live, his heart is beautiful, the rice is eaten more. A lot.
On the other hand, the appetite of the savage king seems to be particularly good today. The rice has also eaten a lot and the dishes have not fallen.
You know, the large piece of medicine in the ancient space does not know how good it is.
A luncheon, enough to eat in the afternoon, all the dishes prepared by God in Beiyan were all empty.
In the afternoon, Mingwuyan and Fanzi, they sat on the edge of the sea and fished and chatted.
"Northern God, do you still make a sour fish fillet at night?" Feng Wei asked a little.
The diet in the Three Realms is light, and the fish is also steamed. Like the practice of Yan Shutou, it has never been eaten yet!
Mingwuyan smiled and shook his head. "Do not do it. The main character of this dish is fish and sour cabbage. However, I have no sour food."
The Vatican looked at Feng Wei and said: "There is still a lot to do in Beiyan, and I have been busy for so long at noon. Don't be too tired at night."
Feng Wei was a sigh of relief. At this time, she remembered that Yan Yantou was pregnant. They kept her service, but it was really not kind!
At this time, Liang Qiu and Fei Qing came over and smiled and said: "Northern God, your cooking is really good, you can surpass the savage king, the first in my heart."