Looking at the little beggar's expression, I know that what he said will not be a lie, usually if a person is in a dream state, he will take his immersion as real, until he wakes up from the dream, he will still feel indistinguishable, and his mind will clearly remember the dream, but in his case, after waking up from the dream, there is a real sense of taste that has not been found, then the only explanation is that the little beggar learned to call the flower chicken in his dream was actually hypnotized by people shallowly, that is to say, someone did this with him by his side, It's just that the little beggar thinks he's dreaming!

So who is this old man who taught the little beggar to be called a flower chicken?

I was lost in thought.

The little beggar looked at me in deep thought, and asked puzzledly, "Brother Bi, what's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking, if someone learns your craft, I'm afraid I'll have to steal other people's roast chicken business!" I smiled faintly.

When the little beggar heard me say this, his face was even more proud.

"How many years have you been in this town?" I asked casually.

"Ten years!" There seemed to be a little dimness in the little beggar's eyes.

I looked up at him, and although the little beggar looked much thinner than people of his age, I could tell that he was only twelve or thirteen years old, ten years, which meant that he was here when he was two or three years old! Suddenly a little pity rose in my heart.

After the little beggar finished speaking, he raised his head, "Brother Bi, don't underestimate me, I know everything about this hundred miles away!" ”

I deliberately teased him, "What do you know?" ”

"Hmph, I know who the little daughter-in-law of the Wang family slept with last night in the west of the town, why didn't the blacksmith in the south of the town marry a wife, why the seven-year-old doll in the east of the town still can't speak, and why does the donkey of Widow Li's family in the north of the town keep calling every night......

I immediately sweated, I didn't expect this kid to have the talent to be a tabloid reporter!

"Okay," I raised my hand to stop him, "we've been talking for so long, and I haven't asked you what your name is?" ”

The little beggar scratched his head, "I haven't seen my father and mother since I was a child, but they all call me Little Bean!" ”

"Okay, then I'll call you Little Bean too!" I nodded, trying to tease him, "What the hell is going on today?" ”

"What?" Little Beans look at me.

"The strong man's purse!" I reminded him.

Xiaodouzi hurriedly waved his hand when he heard this: "I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it!" ”

My elders looked at him like an elder, "The beggars have always only begged and not stolen, if this matter is known to my master, Xiaodouzi, you may be punished!" ”

"Punishment?" Little Bean peeked at me.

"Yes!" I nodded solemnly, "My master and his old man are the most opposed to stealing, if this matter spreads to the ears of other gangs, won't it make a shame!?" ”

"I don't dare anymore!" Xiao Douzi said, bowing his head to himself, and his voice also decreased.

"Tell me, why did you steal that strong man's purse?"

"This ......," Xiao Douzi stopped talking, as if he had made a lot of determination, and then whispered, "Actually, I haven't eaten for three days!" ”

"For what?" I exclaimed.

Xiaodouzi raised his head and looked at me, "I don't know what Lu Dao is for, there are always people from the government in the town who are arresting beggars these days, if it weren't for my cleverness, I'm afraid I would have been arrested a long time ago!" ”

"The people of the government are catching beggars?" I wondered.

"Hmm!" Xiaodouzi nodded, "They are all wearing official uniforms, not like catching fast." ”

"Did they say anything?"

"It seems like ......, what kind of Kang-sama or something!" Little Beanzi recalled.

I frowned tightly and whispered fiercely: "Damn, it's this Kang Da again, is this guy a good guy or a bad guy?!" ”

"Brother Bi......!" Seeing my fierce face, Xiaodouzi shouted timidly.

I turned to look at him, "Oh, it's okay, it's okay......!" ”

"Oh!" Little Bean continued to reflect.

"By the way, Xiaodouzi, this is called a flower chicken, right?" I asked softly.

"Oh?" Little Beanzi patted her head, "I almost forgot!" With that, he stood up and ran towards the back kitchen. Seeing his back running towards the back kitchen, I also stood up and walked slowly towards the back kitchen.

As soon as I entered the back kitchen, I smelled a smell of meat, but this aroma seemed to be much worse than the chicken called Hua Douzi brought out before. The fat man was untying the straw rope under the guidance of Xiaodouzi, breaking the dry and hard yellow mud, and picking up the lotus leaves.

I hurriedly stepped forward to see and take it, only to see that after the lotus leaf was opened, the enticing golden boy chicken came out of a burst of white mist, and a smell of meat came to my nose, and the meat fragrance was mixed with the fragrance of wisps of lotus leaves, which seemed to have the smell of yellow mud.

I was about to say something of praise, when I saw Xiaodouzi frowning and slowly shook his head, and then looked up at the fat man, "You are not doing the right thing to call the flower chicken, you can't wait for the heat!" ”

The fat man glanced at the steaming rooster, then looked up at Xiaodouzi, and asked with a difficult face, "What's wrong?" ”

Xiaodouzi scratched his head, "The real call for the flower chicken is to dig a pit on the flat ground, and then put the lotus leaf wrapped in the flower chicken, and then cover the soil, set up a fire on the soil, and after half an hour, remove the fire, and call the flower chicken, but you can't roast this flower chicken on this stove!" He looked at the blazing stove and shook his head.

"It's easy to do!" When the fat man heard Xiaodouzi's words, his face was shocked, and then he pulled Xiaodouzi and walked towards the backyard, and I also followed him.

As soon as he ran to the backyard, the fat man stomped left and right to find a place, and then without saying a word, he bent down and squatted down to dig the ground with both hands, the ground seemed to be very hard but soft, and it didn't take long to dig out a small pit.

Xiaodouzi was overjoyed when he saw the big pit and said, "Okay, it's okay!" ”

The fat man looked up at him, "Okay?" ”

"Hmm!" Little Beanzi nodded.

The fat man stopped the movement in his hand, turned around and went back to the back kitchen, and walked out with a lotus leaf wrapped in a boy chicken in his hand, and then put it into the pit and buried the soil, exactly according to what Xiaodouzi said just now, there was a lot of firewood in the backyard, and the fat man set up a fire on the pit where he was buried.

The fat man set up the fire and asked Little Bean, "What should I do now?" ”

"Wait!" Xiaodouzi's tone was natural, "Don't let the fire go out, it's almost half an hour." He yawned deeply.

When the fat man saw that Xiaodouzi was sleepy, he hurriedly turned around and called the shopkeeper to whisper, and then the shopkeeper approached me and Xiaodouzi with surprised eyes, and said lightly: "Let's go, I'll take you to the guest room!" ”

As soon as Xiaodouzi heard that he was going to the guest room, he hurriedly turned his head and looked at me with a smile: "Let's go, Brother Bi, you have to tell me about the helper tonight!" ”

I didn't speak, and Ren Xiaodouzi pulled me out of the backyard after the shopkeeper.

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