Not to mention their faces, the men are handsome and picturesque, and the women are alluring and beautiful, like fairies. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info doesn't say that the chic bearing between their eyebrows, and the Tsinghua Mingrui between their lines.

It's just that they can do the kebab thing so casually, it's pleasing to the eye. can bake slices of meat out of a delicious taste that even the master of the Longyin Pavilion Juling Building may not be able to bake, where are these three people ordinary?

There are more skewers to be baked, Yan Qingrui is impatient to roast one skewer after another, she used the previous firewood to build two shelves, put a row of meat skewers densely on it, and sprinkled the spice with her fingers through the flowers and butterflies, looking at the fire, the silver frost charcoal is hot, her technique is special, and she bakes more than 40 skewers at a time. Do this three more times, and the remaining 140 or so skewers to be baked can be baked four times.

What is rare is that there is no one string that is not well taken care of when grilling multiple skewers at the same time, each skewer is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, the fresh flavor is beautiful, and even the color is the same.

The aroma is even more intense because of the scorching of multiple skewers at the same time, which is simply a river of water.

The whole time, the man in Tsing Yi stood there, unmoving, the wind from the roof blowing his clothes, making him look a little more ethereal.

Yan Qingrui grilled it twice, and grilled all the meat skewers ordered outside, leaving only thirty-two skewers of the person in the house.

Yan Qingrui grabbed a handful of meat skewers and raised them casually, the meat skewers were lined up on the shelf, still a smooth process, still skilled movements, and still just the right heat.

Yan Qingrui put the grilled meat skewers on the plate and piled them high, she didn't need Zhou Xingyun, she just picked up the plate and threw it at the man, saying, "The meat skewers are good!"

The plate was piled high, even if it was not placed carefully, it would be scattered outside the plate, but Yan Qingrui threw it so casually, but the meat skewers seemed to be connected to the plate, and they were not scattered, so they flew towards the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, stayed in front of the plate, stretched out his hand flat, held it on the bottom of the plate, and drew a beautiful arc in the air along the strength of the plate, and the plate of meat skewers stopped firmly in his palm.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Thank you girl, I have nothing to give, this is the green fruit wine in the Shadowless Valley, I think I thank you!"

With a raised left hand, it was a small wine jar packed with a catty, and I don't know if he had been holding it in his hand, he was already on the roof when I saw him before, and the people were so dazzling, and no one cared if there was a wine jar in his hand. What's more, the wine jar is so small that it is easy to be overlooked.

The wine jar was like a plate, and it flew towards Yan Qingrui.

Yan Qingrui's sleeves were rolled, and she sent it back the way she came, and said lightly: "It's not a gift, it's useless!"

The man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, and was not reluctant, took the wine jar back into his hand, sat on the roof, a skewer of skewers, a sip of wine, and ate it casually as if there was no one around.

It was obviously an open-air seat, but he said this, but he didn't show any embarrassment, but a little more uninhibited and casual.

Although there are thirty-two skewers, in fact, there is not even a pound of meat. The man in Tsing Yi quickly finished eating, and he said, "Can you let me come down and return the plate?"

Shangguan Qianyu smiled softly at Yan Qingrui, and Yan Qingrui said, "Please." ”

Zhou Xingyun looked at the meat that Yan Qingrui was roasting on the fire, now these, these, and these, all of them are his, there are still three catties of meat, he can eat enough, haha.

The man in Tsing Yi got off the roof flutteringly, fell into the patio, and walked over slowly.