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The man's face was happy, "Oh, then I'll wait, little brother, you can go."

Ye Fan got into the forest, and after a few minutes, he ran back, clutching a large handful of leaves and something sticky with mud in his hand.

"Sweet leaves, wild mountain ginger?" After the man recognized those two things, he laughed and said, "Little brother, you are quite good at finding a way, and the chicken will not be fishy now."

Ye Fan ran to the edge of the stream, washed the wild ginger, took a kitchen knife, slapped the ginger away, cut it into several pieces, and then sandwiched the bay leaves, and stuffed them into the chicken's belly.

"Okay, when you wait for the roasting, the flavor of ginger juice and bay leaves will spread to every inch of chicken", Ye Fan finished it himself, feeling like he was going to drool.

The middle-aged man on the side also had his eyes shining, "Little brother, you are very good at cooking, okay, hurry up and start baking."

Soon, the two of them skewered six chickens on three wooden sticks and began to flip and grill.

This roasting method cannot be fast, you can only use that heat to smoke slowly, otherwise the chicken will be charred and the meat will be too old.

Ye Fan knows this well, after all, there were many people who survived in the wild back then, and roast chickens were commonplace.

The middle-aged man saw that Ye Fan was very skillful in roasting, and he became more and more happy, and he couldn't stop laughing, "Little brother, you have a good technique."

"Brother, you can too, you are really a professional foodie", Ye Fan said with a smile.

"What is a foodie?" the man wondered.

Ye Fan thought to himself, is this big brother a cave man from the top of the mountain?

"Foodies are people who pay attention to food and like to eat," Ye Fan said.

The man suddenly realized, nodded and said: "That's it, of course I'm a foodie, I don't care what I wear, I must pay attention to eating!

Speaking of this, the man sighed and said, "Speaking of which, my two sons don't focus on eating at all, and they can't fry poached eggs by themselves, so I don't like those two boys very much, and they don't live well."

Little brother, you are good, you love to eat, and you can make your own, such a person lives in the world, which is the real way to live......"

Ye Fan looked at the man's appearance, thinking that his child should also go to middle school or something, so he said: "How many children can cook now?

"Kids?" the man blinked.

"yes...... Brother, is your son very old?" Ye Fan wondered.

The man then laughed and nodded, "Yes, yes, it's two fart kids!" haha...... Won't fry poached eggs, two idiots, haha......"

Ye Fan was inexplicable for a while, is it so funny? Seeing his father who said this about his son for the first time, his two sons are probably quite pitiful.

After all, my father ran from Kunlun to Shushan for a "picnic", and God knows how the two sons mixed up with their grandparents.

The two chatted idly, chatting about the day, and by the way, they ate the offal kebabs as an appetizer.

Ye Fan found that this man didn't know much about some new things, especially some things on the Internet, probably because he spent a lot of time in the mountains.

However, Ye Fan didn't mind, and patiently explained some things to him, and the man understood quite quickly.

After finally roasting the six chickens, the fragrance had already made Ye Fan salivate.

"Brother, there are three of you, three of me, give you the biggest one, after all, you built the stove, how about it?" Ye Fan asked.

The man smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes...... Little brother, I like your temperament, you are very direct and very particular about things!"

Ye Fan couldn't cry or laugh, two strangers met in Pingshui, got together in order to eat chicken, and said to each other that the other party was really exquisite, so that outsiders could see it, and they probably thought that these two were idiots.

This chicken has just been roasted, so it is naturally very hot, but Ye Fan's physical fitness, who cares about this temperature, he can even resist Feng Yan forcibly for a while.

So, Ye Fan did not hesitate, opened his mouth and gnawed on it.

To Ye Fan's surprise, this middle-aged man didn't wait for it to cool down, and directly started to gnaw and eat with relish.

"Ah...... It smells so good, tsk...... Little brother, you wild ginger and bay leaves are really amazing! I think we have to give this roast pheasant a name", the man looked serious, not like a joke.

Ye Fan broke off a chicken leg, took a big bite, and asked vaguely, "What is the name?"

"It's better to ...... It's called 'Grilled chicken'?" the man asked with a serious face.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!——"

Ye Fan choked directly, and really wanted to scold "You are a neurotic", but everyone is a stranger, and there is no need, so he smiled: "It's not necessary, eat a chicken, it's delicious, isn't it superfluous to choose a name?"

The man nodded, "You have a point, then don't take it."

Ye Fan saw him feasting, and couldn't help asking, "Brother, aren't you too hot?"

"It's not hot, it's good to eat while it's hot," the man said vaguely, his mouth full of oil.

Ye Fan thought to himself, this product is probably also a super foodie, and he has long been used to eating hot things.

After eating all the chicken bones, Ye Fan walked to the mountain stream, drank some sweet spring, and touched his stomach comfortably.

If you think of barbecue in the wild earlier, you don't have to eat those big pot rice in Shushan, and with this way, you don't have to go back to Shushan for the time being.

The middle-aged man also drank some water, and then began to sort out his kitchen knife and seasonings.

"Little brother, I didn't even ask you, what are you doing in this mountain? I think you seem to have martial arts, and you can run so fast," the man said with a smile.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, "You can see that I have martial arts?"

"Hey, this is not a rare thing, you know, there are a lot of martial arts practitioners in my hometown", the man said with a smile as he sorted out his things.

Ye Fan nodded, indeed, the Kunlun faction is there, and there are actually many opportunities for ordinary people to see martial artists.

"I'm practicing here, but I just encountered something I couldn't figure out, so I wanted to stop and find something to eat, but I met you, brother," Ye Fan said.

"Practice, what kind of kung fu do you practice? I also know some kung fu, maybe we can discuss it?" The man looked at Ye Fan with a smile, and his seemingly plain eyes revealed a somewhat incomprehensible look.

Ye Fan faintly felt in his heart that this man was suspicious all over, but in the face of his eyes, he would not feel dangerous, but would be very willing to talk to him.

"I'm practicing swords, do you understand?" Ye Fan said.

The man smacked his lips, "Sword, understand a little bit...... But what's wrong with you?"

Ye Fan was idle, although he didn't think that this person could answer his own questions, but seeing that he was so kind, he simply said his contradictions, how can sword intent and imperial sword be perfectly integrated, instead of conflict......

After finishing speaking, seeing that the man was frowning and didn't react, Ye Fan sighed.

I was really sick and rushed to the doctor, ask a mountain foodie, what can he tell you?

Ye Fan persuaded: "Brother, you don't have to bother to think about it, this is very abstract, it is not something that can be understood at once, and it is not a problem that can be easily solved."

For thousands of years, no one in the Shushan Sect has really practiced that sword-fighting technique...... We had a great time eating today, so let's leave it at that."

The middle-aged man sorted out his backpack, put it on his body, stood up, and said with a kind smile: "Little brother, although I haven't seen the swordsmanship you mentioned, I haven't seen your sword intent either...... But I think you may be too much of a sword, so your sword is just a sword......"

Too much sword...... As a sword?!

When Ye Fan heard this, he didn't feel anything, but he lowered his head and pondered for a while, and suddenly, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind that made his soul tremble!!

In the midst of the lightning, he suddenly grasped a trace of the key to solving the problem!!

"Senior!!...... you mean?"

Ye Fan raised his head violently, and halfway through his words, he was completely stunned.

That man, it's gone!?

In front of him, standing in front of him at a distance of two or three meters, he disappeared quietly!?

Ye Fan felt a chill in his bones, swallowed his throat, his palms were full of cold sweat, and he was dumbfounded......

The last time he had such a feeling was when he met the fairy sister......

This man ...... Who the hell is he sacred?!

(三七 Chinese.)