Grab a pinch of salt and sprinkle it evenly on top of the chicken skin, and under the scorching flames, there is a "crackling" sound.

"No, I can't stand it, I can't stay here anymore. How long is it left, I'll go to another place to hide for a while, don't steal it! ”

The old man stood up with a hula, startling Ye Xipo again.

"Uncle, can you help find a few big leaves, the bigger the better, send them to me in half an hour, I will be of great use."

Ye Xipo remembered something and said to the old man.

"It's a bit hard to find leaves in winter, and you're waiting here. Whether I can find it or not, I'll be back in half an hour. ”

The old man seemed to be unable to stay for a moment, and glared at the roast chicken viciously, turned around and flew out, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

"If only I could really find the leaves, so that the roasted pheasant would be foolproof, I hope I can make the old man happy, teach me some peerless martial arts to defend myself, and save myself from being bullied again."

Ye Xipo thought secretly, raised his spirit, and kept turning the pheasant, trying to make it heat evenly.

I don't know how long it took, but the aroma of the pheasant became stronger and stronger, and it was ready to eat after a while.

"Xiao Langjun, I'm back, look at these leaves!"

The old man jumped out happily and carefully placed a pile of dry leaves in front of Ye Xipo.

"I can make do with it."

Ye Xipo pulled the roast chicken off the branches, wrapped it in layers of leaves, pulled off a few strips of fine cloth from his body, and tied the leaves firmly to the pheasant.

The old man looked at Ye Xipo puzzled, not knowing what he was going to do.

Ye Xipo stepped on the bonfire, then used a branch to pull the red-hot charcoal fire away, and then buried the wrapped pheasant in the charcoal fire, quietly aside, carefully observed.

"What is this doing, haven't you baked it yet?" The old man was almost at the limit of his patience, and kept asking.

"Don't worry, wait." Ye Xipo stared at the fire. After a while, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, it's ready to eat." Then he pulled the pheasant out, carefully untied the layers of wrapped leaves, and a strong fragrance suddenly came out, which can be described as a strange fragrance.

The old man snatched it over, couldn't wait to tear off a chicken leg, ate it into his stomach in two strokes, and praised it while eating: "It's really good, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the heat is just right, it's better than the roast chicken in Chang'an City." ”

After a while, the old man ate the whole chicken cleanly, and even the chicken bones were gnawed shiny, and there was not a trace of minced meat left. After eating, the old man patted his stomach with some unhappiness, obviously not having fun. At this time, he found that Ye Xipo was still sitting on the sidelines, and he hadn't eaten a bite.

"This, as soon as I see what to eat, I can't care about anything, why don't I leave this for you to eat?" The old man patted his head embarrassedly and handed over the remaining half of the chicken skeleton in his hand. However, anyone could see that there was not a trace of minced meat left on it.

Ye Xipo swallowed his saliva secretly, and said tentatively: "Uncle, I am alone, can I always accompany you, help you serve tea and water, and cook for you by the way." ”

As soon as the words were spoken, the old man's face suddenly changed, and he raised his sleeves and said, "I am used to being alone, and I am not used to having an oil bottle to follow. You, a little Langjun, have a lot of ghosts, do you want to apprentice and let me teach you martial arts? I'm sorry, I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave! ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, he had disappeared without a trace, leaving Ye Xipo standing alone in the snow. In other words, the normal plot shouldn't develop like this, is it possible that so many time-traveling novels I have seen before are all deceitful?

has been busy for a long time, and it has been three poles a day.

Ye Xipo didn't eat a bite of chicken, and saw the white-bearded old man eat it dry and wipe it clean and escape without a trace, and an indecent greeting rose in his heart, wanting to give it to the old man's parents and relatives for free.

However, looking at his age, his parents must have long been ancient, and he looked like he couldn't walk when he saw food, and there might not be a woman who fell in love with him when he was young, most of them were an old bachelor who had been single for 70 years, an old bastard.

Thinking like this in his heart, Ye Xipo suddenly felt much happier. Isn't it just a broken roast chicken, which my grandson likes to eat!

Touching his still shriveled belly, Ye Xipo looked at the string of horseshoe prints not far away in a daze.

"By the way, there should be a town nearby, with such a heavy snowfall, the eldest lady's residence must not be far from here!"

Ye Xipo stretched his hand into his arms, there was a pile of gold and silver fine, cold to the touch, slippery, and full of texture.

"Lao Tzu is rich, why don't you go to the restaurant and have a good meal?"

After making up his mind, Ye Xipo cheered up and walked all the way along the horseshoe prints.

After walking for more than two hours, the sun in the sky had risen overhead. Not far ahead, an ancient town appeared in Ye Xipo's field of vision, the air was filled with curling cooking smoke, and the faint smell of rice came over, making people salivate.

Compared to modern cities, this Tang Dynasty town is really small and pitiful.

On both sides of the three bluestone-paved streets, hundreds of low adobe houses with straw mat roofs are built one after another. Occasionally, there are a few tall brick and timber houses, which stand out from the crowd and show luxury.

"The owners of these big houses are either rich or expensive."

Ye Xipo sighed at the gap between the rich and the poor in the Tang Dynasty, and looked at the surrounding environment as he walked, trying to find a restaurant.

"Who are you, don't you know that this is my territory?"

A slightly immature voice came from behind. Ye Xipo turned his head, and there was a little beggar of the same age as himself standing opposite. His hair was wrapped in rags, his clothes were thin, and his body was extremely thin, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"Your territory?" Yexi ramp.

"That's right, this is where I beg for food, where are you a wild beggar, don't want to fish in troubled waters here!"

Ye Xipo smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing his white teeth.

"You're still laughing! Leave quickly, or you will look good. ”

Ye Xipo walked over, patted the other party's shoulder, and said, "I won't rob you of food, on the contrary, I will take you to have a full meal, do you know where there is a restaurant, let's go together." ”

The little beggar's face was slightly red, and he seemed to be a little caught off guard by Ye Xipo's sudden arrival and patted him on the shoulder, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said: "You are like this, not much better than me, and you dare to say big things and brag!" ”