This series of movements was extremely clean and neat, and Ye Xipo was dumbfounded.

"Little beggar, what's the matter, hurry up and cook. Also, your few pieces of broken meat and rotten cakes, I really don't have much appetite, I really don't have much appetite, you wait for me for a while, and I'll come when I go. The old man's figure flashed and disappeared, and his feet were on the snow, leaving no trace.

"Tread the snow without a trace!"

Ye Xipo was not small at this time. Unexpectedly, the martial arts masters in martial arts novels have really existed, and there is no exaggeration at all.

"Could it be that this is an opportunity given to me by God? How can I find a way to let this worldly master teach me his peerless martial arts? ”

Ye Xipo thought as he took the frozen dough cake in his hand and baked it slowly close to the fire. After a while, the dough gave off a faint wheat aroma, mixed with a hint of blood.

"The wheat in ancient times is so fragrant, pure natural and additive-free, which is the only good thing I have encountered after returning from the time. Alas, I wonder how my nerdy dad is now, is he still surrounded by a group of students in class? In other words, the dry pot pork ribs he wanted to eat at night were completely out of play. ”

The fire was already burning, and there was a crackling sound from time to time. Although the winter in the north is full of snow, the air is unusually dry, and as long as there is a little spark, you can burn dry firewood more vigorously.

Ye Xipo got up with difficulty and patted the snowflakes that were squatting on the ground just now. Looking at the current fire, this bit of dry firewood is far from enough, and some more needs to be collected.

After searching around again, Ye Xipo picked up a few unusually thick dry firewood this time, which were used as the main fuel for cooking food. Ye Xipo waited quietly by the fire, adding a piece of dry wood from time to time, and spreading the fire a little, deliberately slowing down the burning speed of the fire.

At this time, only to hear the sound of "coo", and then "pop", a black shadow flew over Ye Xipo's head and fell to the fire impartially.

A male pheasant with a long tail and a colorful body lies motionless in the snow, but his eyelids blink from time to time to declare that he is still alive.

"Xiao Langjun, do you know how to cook this male chicken, my husband and I haven't had meat for a few days."

The old man's voice suddenly came from behind Ye Xipo, and his title was changed from "little beggar" to "little Langjun". Apparently, this male pheasant was caught by him just now. It's just that I don't know what means he used to make the pheasant lie motionless on the ground.

Ye Xipo glanced at the pheasant, and it happened that the pheasant was also looking at him, and a trace of panic seemed to flash in his eyes.

"Am I getting a little nervous?"

Ye Xipo sighed in his heart, the first time he saw such a living creature in the wild, before he crossed, he went directly to the vegetable market to buy slaughtered chickens and ducks. Could it be that you have to take matters into your own hands and end the life of this pheasant?

In order to survive, offended!

Ye Xipo's heart was horizontal, and he reached out to grab the pheasant's wings. The little creature was frightened, and his whole body trembled like chaff, as if he knew that his life was short.

You have to pluck your hair first. Ye Xipo suddenly exerted force and cleanly plucked the feathers on the pheasant's buttocks.

"Goo!" Although the pheasant couldn't move, it screamed in pain, which frightened Ye Xipo and almost didn't throw the pheasant out.

"Hey, after all, I'm still a child, and I have to bother my husband to do it myself!"

The white-bearded old man couldn't stand it anymore, so he came over and snatched the pheasant with his hand, and kept stroking the pheasant with his right hand. For a while, chicken feathers flew everywhere like snowflakes. After a while, the pheasant was naked. The most amazing thing is that this guy is still alive, with infinite confusion in his eyes.

"Will you disembowel?" The old man glanced at Ye Xipo and asked in an unkind tone.

"Yes, but ...... There are no knives. Ye Xipo replied timidly, for fear of upsetting the other party, and if he gave himself such a sudden, the hair on his head would have to fall out.

The old man frowned, his long eyebrows swaying slightly in the wind, sighed, stretched out his finger and scratched it on the pheasant's belly, as if by magic, and all his internal organs flowed out in an instant.

"I can leave it to you now, my husband still wants to eat ready-made, but it didn't save me at all!"

Ye Xipo's face turned red, and he picked up a branch of moderate length and thickness and pierced it through the belly of the pheasant. Who knows, this pheasant is not dead yet, and suddenly convulsed, which startled Ye Xipo again.

Hey, I am also known as a home-cooked chef in modern times, but I didn't expect to be timid. No, you have to make up for it!

Ye Xipo took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and slowly approached the pheasant to the flame, while continuing to stir with dry wood to further reduce the fire. To roast this whole chicken, it must be roasted slowly over low heat, otherwise it will be charred on the outside and raw on the inside, wasting good ingredients.

"Do you want salt and other spices, I have it here."

The old man leaned over and fixed his eyes on the roasted pheasant on the fire, eager to eat the whole chicken in his stomach at once.

Only then did Ye Xipo take a closer look at the old man. I saw that he was about 70 years old, his face was full of red light, and his body was extremely flexible and tough, like a man in the prime of his thirties and forties, except that his belly was bulging, which was extremely incommensurate with his well-proportioned and sturdy body, and he seemed to be a person with an extremely strong appetite.

"You can come with some seasoning first, the salt has to wait, and after the oil is baked, then smear it layer by layer, so that it can absorb the flavor."

The old man nodded frequently on the sidelines and said, "Xiao Langjun, you are only eight or nine years old, how can you have such a profound insight into cooking, is there a famous teacher to guide you?" ”

"Oh, family heirloom, I know a little bit about it." After all, Ye Xipo is a twenty-year-old adult, and his mind is trapped in the body of an eight-year-old child, so his speech and behavior are naturally a little awkward, and it seems that he will have to pay a little attention in the future, so as not to arouse the suspicion of others.

After Ye Xipo answered, he secretly glanced at the other party, and saw that all his thoughts were on the pheasant, obviously without the slightest doubt, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the fat under the skin of the pheasant gradually roasted out, exuding a strong wild fragrance.

"Woohoo!" With a loud bang, Ye Xipo looked at the old man in surprise.

"I smiled. I'm a person, as long as I see the food, as soon as I smell the fragrance, I can't walk, it's full of ugliness, don't mind. The old man was actually a little embarrassed, touched his bulging belly, and smiled helplessly.

Ye Xipo smiled slightly, indicating that he didn't mind.