Chang Zhaowen held the body of the rag, strode out of the animal hut, and was in the outdoor space, and his vision instantly widened a lot. The surrounding fields are a scene of harvest, golden wheat, green cucumbers, bright red tomatoes, dotted white potato flowers, and purple or green or pink grapes hanging from the stands and dotted among the leaves and vines......

The rag's small eyes looked curiously at everything around him, as if he was curious about the new environment.

Chang Zhaowen threw the rag in his hand into the air: "Go, rag!"

The moment he threw the rag out, Chang Zhaowen even had the illusion that he was playing a game of Pokemon, and he didn't need to do it himself when he encountered the enemy, at most he would fight with a mouth cannon, and he really had to fight, just throw out the Poké Ball and let the pet fight.

It would be nice if the animals he domesticated were all so worry-free and labor-saving, so that the owner would make sense!

It's a pity that this rag is not a Pokemon, a reluctant look, forced to spread his wings and circled in the air under pressure, looking back at Chang Zhaowen's resolute expression, he had to sigh and fly in the direction of the Word Forest.

Chang Zhaowen nodded, although the flying speed of the rag was not as fast as he expected, but the flight could walk the shortest straight distance, and it was not restricted by the complex terrain and various obstacles on the ground, and the efficiency was not many times higher than his two legs alone.

This time he only asked the rag to collect the figs, which was absolutely not difficult for the rag, and across the stream was the fig tree, which had picked quite a few figs before.

The fig flavor of the Text Forest is extremely strong, and it is superb.

Fig trees are not uncommon in China, they are a very productive and efficient fruit tree, unlike many fruit trees that take years to plant and bear fruit after they reach adulthood, fig trees bear fruit in the second year after planting.

However, due to the difference in the climate of China, the quality of figs in various places is also very different, and the sugar content of figs produced in some places is extremely high, and it is sweeter than eating sugar in one bite, sometimes because the sugar content is too high, even one does not have time to eat it, so it is necessary to find water to drink everywhere. In some places, the taste of figs is bland, and it is a pity to abandon them if they are tasteless.

But the fig in the Forest of Words is very special, and its flavor is extremely rich. It's not pure sweetness, it's not boring.

A fig is split in half from the middle, and the bottom layer is a white pulp, which becomes more and more red and bright when it is approached inside, and the charming red shimmers with the vividness of honey.

After peeling the skin and biting down, the first thing the teeth touched was the white flesh of the fruit on the outside, like a white wave stirred up by a hurricane.

The flesh of the snow is as light as a cloud, and it is like a whole foam made up of countless small bubbles, and when the tip of your tongue touches it, it feels so light and soft that you don't even have time to feel its presence before it disappears into your mouth, leaving only a long fruity aroma that makes you feel lost.

It's a bit like the feeling of a crush, the other party keeps a distance from you from beginning to end, like a gust of wind that can't be grasped, or the residual fragrance of prosperity, you never really feel anything, but it is so beautiful and worth remembering.

After the white flesh, you can continue to bite into it, and the red and juicy flesh will pour into your mouth. At first, it was only a faint sourness, but after a while, the sweetness gradually intensified, and soon, the rich sweetness wrapped in honey took over, and in this domineering sweetness, all the senses stopped working, and the whole body was attracted to this sweetness.

If there is anything to describe this feeling, it is only passionate love, the sticky flesh like honey, like a fiery lover, as passionate as fire, like glue......

"Click, click" teeth can't help but hit the delicate seeds of figs, because the honey-filled flesh hides countless seeds, and every time the teeth chew will be accompanied by an incessant crackling sound, these seeds are more brittle than dragon fruit seeds, with the fig's smooth and soft white flesh and sticky red parts, pushing the taste experience to a new level.

This may be the feeling of love being cultivated into a positive result, complex and changeable. You think you've reached a balance and maybe you're going to take a sharp turn again, but it's a low point, but every now and then you feel an unexpected surprise.

The rag had also given him a few figs before, and he remembered them after tasting them, but because of the scarcity of quantities, he could not expand other ways to eat them in addition to eating them directly.

You know, because the preservation time of figs is short, in order to let more people feel this special and nutritious fruit, the hard-working and intelligent Chinese people have derived a bunch of fig processing methods.

Including the preparation of dried fruits, jam, fruit wine, preserved fruits, juices, etc., each processing method will stimulate the different flavor of figs, if the rag is powerful, can bring enough figs, then he will have to work hard to study the method of figs into the dish.

Just thinking of this, a fluttering sound suddenly sounded overhead, and a gray and white shadow raised his head, obscuring the sun in the distance, and the rag fell swaying above Chang Zhaowen's head, with a purple fig in his mouth.

Ha, this is a breakthrough, and he won't need to go to the Word Forest by himself in the future!

Chang Zhaowen excitedly took the fruit from the rag's mouth, but as soon as his hand touched the peel, his face collapsed suddenly, and he felt soft and sticky, and if you look closely, where is this fig, obviously only half of it.

I don't know how long it had been since the fruit had fallen from the tree, although one side still looked purple, and when the other side was rotten, and he didn't use any strength in his hand, all the rotten juice from the overripe head gushed out, and he was confused!

Damn it!

Chang Zhaowen hurriedly threw the rotten fig in his hand on the ground, and without thinking about it, he knew that this guy must be lazy, and he didn't bother to fly to the tree to pick fresh fruits, so he picked one up on the ground and came back to pay for it.

But the unknown rag still opened his mouth wide, and kept breathing out, making a look of overwork.

This guy is definitely addicted to acting!

Chang Zhaowen gently put his hand on the neck of the rag, but looked at the dwarf at his feet: "How do you think this bird meat tastes better?"

"Master, I think the stew is better, stew a pot of broth, no matter what you cook, you can add a little bit, so that you can make the best use of it and not waste it!"

"Well, stew some mushrooms together, the taste won't be bad......" Chang Zhaowen looked at the rag and nodded.

"Help-" The rag knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly jumped up from the landing point, and when it took off, it used too much force, and almost hit Chang Zhaowen, and it stumbled towards the text forest.

"What's the matter? Did you run away, did you want to chase after you?"

"No!" The dwarf shook his head as he looked at the figure of the rag flying away, his face was the same as usual, "It won't escape, and it won't escape!"