Chapter 959: Old Xue is blind

At this moment, Tang Guobin ran out of the gate of Pheasant Ridge with a bulging hemp bag, and smiled at the two of them from afar: "Haha! This time, my brother broke the record and caught twelve pheasants, twelve in half an hour. ”

Twelve flying pheasants were caught in half an hour, an average of less than one in three minutes, the speed of catching chickens is enough to be called magical, and a comprehensive inspection was done before entering, and there was no offensive weapon at all, and each chicken was bagged by grabbing and twisting its neck with its bare hands, which made Tang Da Shaole bad.

Xu Qing squinted at the sack in his hand, it was full of dead chickens with broken necks, today's cheapest whole chicken banquet was settled, each pheasant in the sack was about two catties, and it was enough for three people to eat.

"Brother, if you stay here and go up the mountain to catch chickens every day, I'm afraid that the infinite love of chickens will soon turn into a depressed look! It doesn't take a week for you to catch all the pheasants on the mountain, or the kind that gives a small number of tickets. Xu Qing stepped forward and patted the bag and joked casually.

Tang Guobin reacted very quickly, pretending to be displeased: "You kid is saying that I catch pheasants and don't give prostitution, let's not turn around and scold people like this." ”

Xu Qing said with a smile: "I didn't say anything, just now when you went to the mountain to catch chickens, there were two twin officials, and they were bitten by the fat dun a few times and went home to find their mother." ”

Tang Guobin said disapprenously: "No matter what kind of official he is, our brothers can kill the rich and help the poor with their two swords now." As he spoke, he raised his hand fiercely and made a slashing motion.

Xu Qing rolled his eyes and said, "Kill the rich and help the poor?" I'll kill you in the face, do you think it's still the era of cold weapons, do you understand it in a low-key way? Be low-key. ”

Wang Wang-Fat Dun raised his head and barked lightly twice at the right time, as if he agreed with what the master said, but Xu Qing raised his foot and kicked it on the cheek, and scolded with a smile: "You are the same, do you have to be a low-key dog?" ”

This guy speaks better than he sings, and it is a set of lessons to others, but when did he himself keep a low profile? Typical Marxism-Leninism is for people, and liberalism is for oneself.

Tang Guobin pursed his lips disdainfully and said: "Low-key, in the future, if my brother can't fight back, if he doesn't scold back, people will stretch out their knives, let's stretch our necks, this is always okay, right?" Let's go, eat chicken. ”

Three people and a dog entered the farmhouse quite low-key, as the first person to catch twelve pheasants in half an hour, it is basically impossible to keep a low profile, just handed over the sack containing the dead chicken to the waiter to arrange, it attracted an exclamation, half an hour to kill a full twelve winged pheasants, not to mention bare hands, even if a submachine gun is fully equipped with ammunition, it can't reach half of this number, I really don't know how he did it?

I heard that a live pheasant is cooked and served in one minute, and every time a whole chicken feast is produced, you can see the unique ability of eating chicken in minutes.

Ten chickens were taken to make a whole chicken feast, and the remaining two were thrown to Fat Dun to dispose of, anyway, the food it didn't need to cook was not ambiguous, especially this delicious blood food.

What are the features of the whole chicken feast? Xu Qing summed up one, all of them are pheasants, original, without too many accessories, which better highlights the fresh fragrance of the chicken itself, and there is a slight sweetness in the mouth, and the pure natural and original things are the most attractive.