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The two hugged each other, and I don't know how long it was, an abrupt voice sounded between the two, interrupting this beautiful silence. ∥s

Dongfang Yi and Murong Jiu stepped back an inch at the same time and looked at each other.

Ah, Murong Jiu's mood at this time is really extremely complicated, why does this kind of troublesome thing always happen to her

If you don't eat one or two meals, you won't die, what is it called?

Oh Dongfang Yi looked at Murong Jiu, who was embarrassed, his face was slightly wrinkled, and his ears were red, and the doting in his eyes was about to overflow.

"Before we could imagine that it was noon, we would go to the woods and see if there were any hares or pheasants to catch." Dongfang Yi said, hugged Murong Jiu and flew down the tree, and naturally brushed Murong Jiu's robe.

"Hmm," Murong Jiu replied in a low voice.

It's embarrassing

Since I ate hot pot last night, I haven't eaten anything since, and I'm thinking about whether to see Dongfang Yi again, and I don't have the heart to eat at all.

Ouch, there's really no image left

Will her image be stereotyped in the future on foodies?

Seeing Murong Jiu's dejected appearance, Dongfang Yi chuckled and took Murong Jiu's hand, and said softly: "No matter what you look like, it is beautiful in my eyes."

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Murong Jiu raised his eyes to look at Dongfang Yi when he heard this, and saw that his face was serious and full of doting, his face instantly turned red like an apple, and his heart was overflowing with soft sweetness.

All the embarrassing feelings turned into wind, and only sweet feelings surrounded the two.

Dongfang Yi and Murong Jiuda held small hands and walked briskly to the depths of the woods on the side of the official road.

I have to say that the luck of the two of them was very good, they caught two chickens, picked some wild fruits, and even let them find a small lake, the water of which could not be drunk, but could be used with mud

Hey, that's right, Murong Jiu planned to be called a flower chicken on a whim

But this approach made Murong Jiu embarrassed for a while.

In the practice of calling flower chicken, the chicken is poured with wine and seasoning, and when the chicken is drunk, it is wrapped in mud.

There are wine and spices in the Star Soul Ring, but she can let Mo make a small package for her with the seasoning, and taking it out will not arouse Dongfang Yi's suspicion, even if she doesn't go out, it's a little strange to carry a pack of spices with her, but she can also find an excuse to fool around.

However, it is impossible to pretend that the wine was carried with you before, it is too fake

There was no wine, Murong Jiu thought of a compromise solution, that is, to use wild juice to mix the seasoning, as for how the juice came from, of course, it was pinched out by using deep internal force.

As for the chicken that won't get drunk without wine, Murong Jiu can only use the soil method to stun directly.

Murong Jiu finished tossing the chicken, and Dongfang Yi also picked up dry firewood and came back to make a fire.

Murong Jiu picked two dry branches of the right thickness and relatively straight from the dry firewood that Dongfang Yi picked up, and after skewering the two chickens, he wrapped the chickens in the reconciled mud.

When she got it right, Dongfang Yi's fire had also risen. The two of them roasted the chicken on the fire, and Murong Jiu turned the branches from time to time so as not to make the chicken roast unevenly, which would be in vain for her thoughts.

However, this flower chicken, which uses wild juice instead of wine, will succeed in the end, which makes her quite worried.

Perhaps, both of them wanted to keep getting along at this moment, so neither of them mentioned the matter of Dongfang Yi leaving the team.

The faces of the two were red due to the increase in the temperature of the roasting fire, and the two of them had a conversation or two from time to time, looking at each other and laughing from time to time

The happy and warm picture is so beautiful that people can't bear to retract their gaze

"Well, it's so fragrant, I didn't expect you, Jiu'er, to think of such a peculiar cooking method." Smelling the aroma overflowing from the cracked soil bag, Dongfang Yi said in admiration.

"Hehe, it's really fragrant, but you have to eat it to know if it's delicious or not." Murong Jiu smelled the aroma, thinking that he didn't know what would happen to the flower chicken he made with wild fruits, so he didn't dare to exaggerate.

As the aroma gets stronger and stronger, Jiupai is called Huaji

Murong Jiu took a thick branch, knocked the roasted mud open, and carefully brushed the mud away with a silk handkerchief.

"Taste" Murong Jiu cut off a piece of chicken with a knife and handed it to Dongfang Yi's mouth, saying with anticipation.

Dongfang Yi looked at the chicken in front of him, stunned for a moment, and then was filled with happiness, and opened his mouth with a smile to eat the chicken that Murong Jiu fed him personally.

The meat is delicious and delicious, but the beautiful enjoyment between the lips and teeth is never as sweet as the sweetness in his heart when Murong Jiu fed him with his own hands.

"Is it delicious" Murong Jiu saw Dongfang Yi eating for a long time, but he didn't speak, and couldn't help but ask nervously.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's the best thing I've ever tasted." Dongfang Yi's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were suspiciously red.

The beauty that Murong Jiu brought to him was so warm that it burned his heart, and the heat surged into his eyes, making his eyes burn.

"Really" Murong Jiu looked at Dongfang Yi's weirdness and said with some worry.

"Really" Dongfang Yi saw Murong Jiu's worry in his eyes, and couldn't help but burn his cheeks slightly.

Was that a sign that he was going to cry just now?

Dongfang Yi quickly lowered his head, avoiding Murong Jiu's visiting, took the knife in Murong Jiu's hand, cut the meat into slices, put it on the clean leaves, and handed it to Murong Jiu.

"Eat, aren't you hungry for a long time?" Removing the embarrassment in his heart, Dongfang Yi, who looked up again, hooked his lips and smiled.

"Hmm" Murong Jiu saw that Dongfang Yi had returned to normal, so he didn't delve into it.

"Well, I didn't expect this unique flower chicken, it tastes good." Murong Jiujiao slices of meat stuffed into his mouth, and exclaimed as he chewed.

"It's called a flower chicken," Dongfang Yi asked.

"Hmm." Murong Jiu replied vaguely.

"Why is it called Flower Chicken" Dongfang Yi continued to ask while eating the delicious food.

"The chicken made by the flower is not called what the flower chicken is called." Murong Jiu swallowed the chicken with an unfamiliar expression.

"Chicken made by Huazi" Dongfang Yi looked Murong Jiu up and down, with a stunned face.

Isn't that what she did, and what does it have to do with being called Hanako?

In this era, there was no such dish at all, and Dongfang Yi decided that it was Murong Jiu's whimsical idea.

Yes, no matter how smart Ren Dongfang Yi is, he can't imagine that the origin of this dish originally came from a person named Hanako.

It's just that the time and space are different, and he doesn't know.

"Well, the inspiration for this came from a guy named Hanako, who accidentally got a chicken and came up with it without cooking utensils and spices." Murong Jiu said briefly.

"Oh, that's why it's called a flower chicken," Dongfang Yi said noncommittally.

"Hmm."

In the small talk, the two chickens were gnawed clean. At this time, the sun hanging in the sky has also set in the west.

It is said that happy time is always very easy, however, this kind of dull and quiet time also passes very quickly.

Murong Jiu looked up at the sky and sighed: "It's not too early, you should go back, no matter how late it is, I'm afraid it will be difficult to chase." ”

"Jiu'er" Dongfang Yi called softly, and the reluctance in his heart flooded again.

No matter how reluctant you are, you have to face this parting.

I had to secretly cheer up in my heart and said: Next time, next time, I must let Jiu'er go with him.

"Let's go, I'll give you one last ride and accompany you to the official road. Hehe" Murong Jiu put down the love in his heart, and laughed easily and naturally.

After speaking, he reduced the fire, took Dongfang Yi's hand, and walked to the official road outside the forest.

In the afternoon, the autumn breeze is cool, however, the fallen leaves that fall and fly with the wind make the two romantic and beautiful figures, adding a bit of lonely sorrow.

A word to readers:

With the chicken in my heart, I couldn't help but think of the beer pro-Nai ~~~ There is wood and you want to nibble on fried chicken with beer~~~