"This is my family's mechanical technique, passed down from the Mohist school thousands of years ago. Now I hand it over to you. I hope you can carry it forward."
Lin Lang took the secret book and flipped through it casually.
Suddenly, he touched the last page of the book and found that the paper was a little special.
He looked closely and his expression changed.
Dragon meat is pounded with extreme wrist strength for 8,472 times, then ground into powder using the soft shell of a tortoise. Kneaded continuously for a quarter of an hour, it is then rolled into balls with the essence of red coral and steamed with Taoist fire for 49 hours. The flavor is beyond description.
He looked at the other person with a strange expression and said, "Did your ancestors know how to cook dragon meat?"
Si Daofu shook his head helplessly, "I don't know, I've made semi-finished products with snake meat before, and they tasted pretty good."
"cough……"
As he spoke, he spat out another mouthful of black blood, his body trembled in pain, and his eyes began to blur.
"You...you inherited...the mechanical skills of our Si family. Can you...can you...call me...Master..."
He spoke intermittently, as if he was about to die in the next moment.
"Forehead……"
Lin Lang's mouth twitched. Call you master?
impossible!
The next moment, in Si Daofu's shocked eyes, Lin Lang not only did not show any softness, but also punched him and knocked him unconscious.
"Wow... It's over. I trusted the wrong person. The stories in the book are all lies..."
This was the last thought in his mind before he lost consciousness.
Lin Lang held the wrinkled book in his hand and touched his chin.
“Although you want to take advantage of Lin, you are even more shameless than that kid Shen Datong.
But since you gave Lin Moulong the cooking skills, I will save your life!"
As he spoke, Lin Lang stretched out his finger and forced out a drop of bright red blood...
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