An old man who washed his face walked next to him, and he saw a beautiful girl from the side, stretching out a pair of slender and tender hands that should have never been wet to work, holding a fish in one hand and a knife in the other, the kitchen knife was pushed and pushed, and a fish was cleaned up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is so neat that he cleans up all the fish in the basin in a few breaths.

The old man forgot to wipe his face, and the water on his face fell on the shirt on his chest, and he didn't care. At this time, he was looking intently at the girl who had just marinated four of the fish with several spices, took out a large carved plate and a sharp-tipped knife one inch wide from the storage bracelet, held one of the rich fish in his left hand, and the small sharp knife in his right hand cut, picked, and peeled off, and after a week for the fish, an intact fish skin was peeled off.

The knife shimmered with a yellow halo in the oblique rays of the setting sun, as fast as the girl's afterimage. Pieces of snow-white fish fell like snowflakes on the plate below.

The old man guessed in his heart: Is this girl a superb chef or a martial artist? Seeing that she has no spiritual veins and no spiritual power, she shouldn't have built a foundation yet! But how could such a charming girl appear here alone?

A series of questions, the old man's expression became more and more confused. By the time he came back to his senses, Luo Xiang'er had already slice the two wealthy fish.

In fact, Luo Xiang'er already knew from the time the old man first paid attention to her, and when she saw that the other party had no malicious intent, she regarded him as a passerby. She was doing what she had to do very calmly, and she was also wondering in her heart: this old man's cultivation is in the late stage of out-of-body, and he is definitely a strong man! However, how could he be in this place where only those who built the foundation, or even those who practiced martial arts with even lower strength, arrived?

Just when the old and the young were frozen in place with each other, and they were all secretly speculating, Lu Jian came back.

Luo Xiang'er looked back and saw Lu Quan's way of returning, and laughed.

Lu Jian was followed by a small black donkey, with a white nose and white hooves, and a pair of big eyes blinking and blinking. The little donkey carried firewood more than one person high, and two long feathered golden pheasants hung around his neck.

Lu Jian was dressed in white, and he looked even more elegant against the background of the black donkey, and he walked gracefully step by step. When the cold face saw Luo Xiang'er's bright smile, it was full of tenderness that could not be ignored.

The old man didn't mean to avoid it at all, he looked at the girl with a delicate face, and then at the boy of Sairuo Song Yu, and sighed secretly: "Whose child is this so good-looking!" It's just a sight to behold! ”

Lu Jian gently lifted the firewood and put it on the ground. Luo Xiang'er had already gotten up and walked over, and took the two golden chickens from the donkey's neck: "I'll clean up the chickens first, and you build the stove." ”

Lu Jian asked casually, "Do you want roast chicken?" ”

Luo Xiang'er denied: "No, stewed chicken today, there will be a chance to eat roast chicken later." ”

After saying that, she carried the two golden chickens back to the stream. Lu Jian patted the little donkey's head and said, "Thank you!" You're good to go! ”

The little donkey stood in place, plowing the ground with his front hooves and looking longingly at the land pressure with his eyes. Lu Jian was unmoved: "I don't need you to follow me, you can go back quickly!" ”

The little donkey rubbed for a while before leaving.

When Lu Jian set up a stove with a stone next to him and stuffed the firewood under the table to light it, Luo Xiang'er came back, and she put all the ingredients that had been packed and cleaned up in pots and plates, and placed them next to the stove. (To be continued.) )