"Okay?" It took a lot of effort to pluck the feathers, Guan Li's arm was slightly sore, he had never seen such a rough and primitive way of handling ingredients when he was a child, a place of chicken feathers, sticky hands, a few pieces of broken feathers mixed with blood stuck between his fingers, which made people feel unhappy.

Yilan looked at the bruised pheasant, didn't dare to dislike it, and said busily: "I'll come later, you go to rest." ”

She put the pheasant in the stream water to wash, and a layer of blood spread out in the water, Guan Li looked at her hands soaked in the light blood water, and couldn't help frowning: "You usually have to handle ingredients like this in the kitchen?" ”

"No, the kitchen buys processed meat."

Guan Li squatted aside and washed his hands, rubbing vigorously. Yilan lowered his eyelids, saw Guan Li's movements, was very unhappy, and said softly, "I won't eat tomorrow." ”

Guan took off his hand, glanced over, and asked, "How does it taste?" ”

"Absolutely." Ilan smiled and said, "I promise." ”

The two of them set up the fire again, and Guan Li helped do it once, and this time he seemed more skilled. Ilan took out the seasoning and smeared it with several layers on the chicken before skewering it over the fire.

"Captain, reach over here." She said.

Guan Li stretched out his hand suspiciously, and Yilan explained with a smile: "Palm up, I'll sprinkle something in your hand, you go to the water and scrub it again, there won't be a smell of blood." ”

"It's the seasoning, right?" Guan Li couldn't help but ask, wondering what had become of the seasoning sprinkled on his hands?

"It's also a spice."

Guan Li suspiciously went to the stream to wash the letter, and raised his hand to smell it. Sure enough, there is no peculiar smell on the hands, but there is no fragrance. He looked over at Elan, who was fiddling with the flames. The silhouette was focused and busy, and a sentence that Zhang Shenhai had been hanging on his lips before suddenly flashed in his mind: "There is knowledge everywhere." ”

When Yilan saw Guan Li coming back, he smiled and asked, "How is it?" ”

"Yes, it works."

Yilan took out a Zhu Guo from his backpack and handed it over: "Eat this first, sit and rest for a while, it won't be better for a while." ”

Guan Li took it generously: "You don't eat?" ”

"I'll eat later."

Guan Li sat on the stone and ate Zhu Guo while watching Yilan turn the roast chicken. The scenery in the ravine is far away. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful, and neither of them opened their mouths for a while, and the aroma of roast chicken gradually wafted out. Guan Li suddenly felt that he was hungry again.

"Captain, are you going to change careers? I'm going to dispose of the pile of entrails and pick some leaves to make soup. Ilan asked, looking up.

"I'll go with you." Guan Li jumped off the stone.

"No, I'm still buried under the tree. Come back soon. Roast chicken does not transfer to burn. ”

"Then I'll go, you stay here."

"No, you're not familiar with the leaves of the woodworm, so I'll come."

Yilan is no longer Wuxia Ameng, and the general secretary of logistics in the garrison for two years has done it, and the neatness of the tasks assigned by the small leaders is still there, even if he is separated from Shangguan, leaving a little politeness due to the entanglement of previous events. and respect for the captain's identity, when it comes to cooking, which should be her expert. She politely suggested, but said the same thing in action.

At this moment, she assigned a good job to Guan Li in a few words, and turned around to carry two large bags of hairy blood and internal organs wrapped tightly in leaves. These things can only be buried deeper, relying on natural degradation, one to avoid affecting the environment, and the other to cover up the traces.

Guan Li turned the roast chicken, his eyes followed Elan, watching her figure disappear behind the crooked neck tree, and after a while, he raised his eyes and stared in the direction of the tree again, and after two or three times, he finally saw Yilan turn out from behind the tree.

Yilan glanced at the roast chicken, smiled approvingly, and said, "Turn like this." She sprinkled some seasoning on her hands and washed them. He took something out of his backpack and glanced at it with surprise, it was actually a metal cup.

"I'll make soup with this." Ilan explained.

Guan Li now suspected that she had thrown away all the weapons in her backpack and replaced them with kitchen utensils.

"Do you have all your weapons?" He asked.

"Yes." Ilan replied puzzled, reacted after a while, and said with a smile, "I can fit it, there are only a few more things in the backpack." ”

She cut open the remaining woodweed from the morning, took the dagger and cut some thin strips, put them in a cup, and went to the brook to fill some of the stream water and set it aside.

The aroma of the roast chicken is getting stronger and stronger, and the oil is bubbling up. Elan took out the plate, carefully placed the roast chicken on the plate, and put the metal cup holder on the fire to cook. Then take out the bowl, use the knife and fork together, remove two bowls of chicken, hand the large bowl to Guan Li, and keep the small bowl for yourself.

"Taste it first, and if it's not enough, I'll add some seasoning."

Guan Li took a bite and didn't speak, maybe the chicken was a little hot. Ilan stuffed a piece into his mouth, his eyes lit up, it was so delicious that he couldn't say anything.

She looked at Guan Li, and he nodded heavily: "It's very delicious." Ilan was relieved, and Guan Li's little resentment about plucking pheasants should be gone.

Guan Li finished eating quickly, and Yilan picked a lot for him with a knife, in fact, she wanted to tear it directly by hand, which was the perfect way to eat roast chicken, but guessed that Guan Li would definitely dislike his greasy hands, so he swallowed his words and didn't say much.

A pheasant was quickly eaten by the two, leaving only a skeleton of bones. Ilan threw a handful of leaves into the metal cup, pointed to the remaining wooden eggplant and asked Guan Li, "Do you still want to roast this?" Guan Li shook his head, he was almost full.

Ilan took his bowl, washed it in the stream, and began to serve the soup.

"Cool it down and drink it again, it's hot now." She reminded.

The soup is very light with a hint of natural sweetness, just right to clear your mouth. Guan Li silently sipped the soup, only feeling that the meal he had eaten today was so delicious that he had not eaten it in any restaurant he had ever been to. He looked at Ilan and thought that nutritionist was actually a good profession.

The two of them were full and cleaned up, and when Yilan saw that it was four o'clock in the afternoon, they had been circling around the food this afternoon, and they had not done anything serious except to sacrifice to their own temple.

She slowly followed Guan Li to the residence, and when she was about to arrive at Shiwowo, she finally mustered up her courage, and said in a tone of reporting and asking for instructions: "Captain, I want an hour of free time, and I will come back by myself later." ”

Guan Li was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth to object, and the words became: "Half an hour." ”

Ilan tried her best not to show a different color, and simply replied, "Yes." She turned her head and walked still in the direction of the stream.

Guan Li was silent for a moment and shouted behind her, "Don't go far." ”

Yilan agreed without looking back, she once again complained about this drill, and even resented the opponent who didn't eliminate her, she still didn't know what he was grinding at that time, as long as she was in pain at that time, there would be no embarrassment like now.

What can you do in half an hour? She still wanted to clean up by the creek, but she hadn't washed properly for two days, and she couldn't do anything for half an hour.

Ilan came out of the natural bathroom, went straight to the stream, jumped in and splashed water on his clothes, for fear that he had just splashed chicken blood when he accompanied Guan Li to kill chickens. The combat suit does not get wet at all, and the water droplets automatically shake off as you walk. She was forced to do this in desperation, which was equivalent to putting clothes on her body and washing.

Forty minutes later, Guan Li videoed her: "Xiao Tong, it's time to come back." ”

"Yes." Ilan's tone and expression were very calm, "I'm almost there." ”

She hatefully stepped on the small stones under her feet, and her heart cave life was not evaluated. (To be continued......)