When Jiang Di was pasting mud on the chicken, the man in the dark finally couldn't hold back his emotions and jumped out to stop Jiang Di's behavior.

"Stop!"

Not only did he not stop as the man had hoped, but Jiang Di, who had also quickened his movements, had already finished the mud, and the wood collected along the way was also piled up half a person high when it was poured out of the storage bag.

The spiritual fire did not ignite the trees here, so Jiang Di used the Vermilion Bird Fire, which was of higher quality than ordinary spiritual fire.

After lighting two pieces of firewood with a Suzaku fire, he piled branches on top of the two firewoods.

The branches, which were not completely dry, ignited quickly, but burned very slowly.

The heat emitted by the branches when burning is much higher than the temperature of ordinary wood when burning, Jiang Tu thinks that this thin layer of mud may not be reliable, if it is thrown into the fire, it will be burned to crack, and the food in it will definitely be cooked, but it is difficult to say how cooked it will be.

There is a high probability of carbonization.

Before he washed his hands, Jiang Di pasted the remaining and pasted three layers of the pheasant, which was not fat, into a mud ball of almost twenty catties.

Coiled the mud ball and threw it into the fire, and the monk who could not break through the defense under Yan Xi's strict defense shouted loudly.

"The food is so rare here!! How can you waste food like that!! ”

"This is my prey, and I can do whatever I want." Jiang Di didn't even look at the monk who jumped out.

I didn't rush to wash my hands, just stood there and paid attention to the state of the mud in the fire.

Very good, no cracking.

Turning around, he glanced at the down-and-out monk who was about to rescue the dead pheasant from the fire, and kicked some of the wood away from the fire, lest it burn all at once.

The wood looks resistant to burning and can be kept for later use.

"You seem to have an idea for my prey?"

"Food is originally available here, and there is no belonging until it is eaten in the stomach." The monk took advantage of Yan Xi's momentary ignorance to quickly approach the fire and plunged his hand into the fire, preparing to take away the mud-wrapped food.

Fresh meat can replenish a lot of energy, and physical strength can be quickly restored.

A pampered woman, a child who has no combat effectiveness, and a small finch that looks like it doesn't have two mouthfuls of meat but can eat it, can meet a pheasant, and it is estimated that a blind cat meets a dead mouse, which coincides.

Since he is stronger, it is in line with the laws of the world to live a little longer in this place.

Therefore, the food of this group of people, he laughed - hot!

Because he thought too well, his movements were a little stagnant, and he didn't pull his hand out of it in time.

When he saw that his palm was stained with flames, the monk who was so flustered that he covered the flames with his other hand turned around and threw himself into the water next to him.

Jiang Di still didn't bother to look at him, walked to the upper reaches of the water flow, squatted down to wash the mud on his hands.

After getting up, he took an ordinary handkerchief and wiped his hands, and his movements were very slow.

"Why can't this flame be extinguished by water——!

"My hand—"

"You did it!!

A small cluster of flames appeared on his fingertips, igniting a corner of the handkerchief, and then the whole handkerchief burned in Jiang Di's hand, and it quickly burned clean, not even ashes.

"When did I, please put your paws into the fire?" I have to worry about things that I shouldn't be thinking about, and I'm arrogant, and I don't know where these monks come from.

The monk, who knew that he was wrong, decided to bow down and look at people's heads with his nostrils held high for thousands of years, and apologized to this strange woman in a low voice.

"Apologize is forgiven, you are worried about my food, so you naturally have to take out your most precious things in exchange."

"If you want to die or be a baby, think it out for yourself, I won't force you." Jiang Di also doesn't look down on average quality spiritual weapons.

If it's not a spiritual weapon, it won't be able to get into her eyes.

"Is Jiang Jiang called Flower Chicken?"

"No, it's called ginger roasting." Although it is made in the same way as a chicken called flower chicken, there are many seasonings that are not used in it, and there are also ingredients in it......

It's not even a low-profile version of the flower chicken.

It's better to call ginger and roast.

"Jiang Jiang rest assured, it will be delicious." Yan Xi is very confident.

"There are no seasonings, and the likelihood of it being delicious is very low." Regardless of the quality of the ingredients themselves and what kind of flavor this cooking method can give the ingredients, just thinking about his simple and crude cooking method and monotony to the point that there is only one kind of salt as a seasoning, Jiang Tu is already mentally prepared to not be able to eat hard.

In the absence of food, no matter how unpalatable the food is, as long as it can replenish physical strength, as long as it does not die, you can eat as much as you want.

After all, even if it is unpalatable, as long as it can be eaten, it cannot be available all the time.

Jiang Di didn't have a very clear understanding of her food consumption, she only knew that this chicken would not be able to eat more than two catties of meat in her stomach if she removed the hair and bones, and she needed to eat at least one catty into her stomach.

Yan Xi didn't have any other food to eat, he couldn't buy red fruits, and he had to eat meat with him aggrieved.

As for the Yuewu that he just picked up, he just didn't starve to death for a little bit.

And at present, he still uses a plant body, so it is very suitable to find a random place to take root without wasting food.

Jiang Di had thought about the distribution of food, and the monk who had been frantically consuming his treasure and trying to extinguish the flame burning on his hand had not yet figured out whether he wanted a hand or a treasure.

Jiang Di put the rest of the washed mushrooms in a golden bowl that I don't know which unlucky monk it was, and the golden bowl was first burned with Vermilion Fire to sterilize, and the mushrooms were placed in it and sprinkled with a layer of salt.

Another big knife that looked good was taken out of the storage bag by Jiang Di, using two trident weapons as supports, pulling out two firewood from the fire, and then taking a hammer that I don't know what it was used for, but the surface was very smooth and wrapped in a layer of soft and thick animal skin, and it came out as a stool, and Jiang Tu Teppanyaki officially started business.

How many people did the broadsword kill and how many creatures and non-creatures were stained with blood for the time being, but after being roasted by the Vermilion Bird Fire until it was slightly deformed and precipitated impurities, the broadsword became more radiant and restrained.

The impurities were burned clean when they appeared, and when no more impurities appeared, Jiang Di put the big knife on top of the trident holder.

There is no animal fat and no vegetable fat, directly put the mushrooms on the knife surface of the knife and roast them over the fire, and the fresh mushrooms also came out.

"Jiang Jiang, why don't you speak?"

"Is this mushroom poisonous?"

"Will it lose its voice when it eats it?"

"Ginger ginger ginger?"

"Bur is-" Jiang Di's tears almost burst out after his tongue was burned hard, and he replied with slurred words after forcibly holding back.

Originally, it was good to spit it out, because the mushrooms that were roasted just right were fresh and sweet in the mouth, and some salt grains were turned into a little salty to the mushrooms, making the mushrooms taste fresher.

So Jiang Di, who was overly hungry, had an appetite stimulated again, and he was completely reluctant to spit it out.

After eating the scald, the pain in the tongue became more obvious.

But the tongue is scalded to the end, and the deliciousness of mushrooms cannot be denied.

"It's delicious, but be careful of burning it." The only little spiritual power was used to treat the burns of his tongue, and Jiang Di felt a little disillusioned.

It's definitely not something she usually does.

But now she is the one who is burned to the tongue, and she is the one who refuses to spit out the food on her tongue when she just feels hot, and she is the one who eats directly without thinking about whether the food will be hot.

The real hammer can't wash itself off.

It's better to admit it quietly.

With a quick movement, he put the roasted mushrooms into other containers, and Jiang Di began to roast the second batch of mushrooms.

The animals on the road didn't see anything, but there were mushrooms that looked colorful but could be eaten.

Here, Jiang Di opened his own barbecue stall, which was only for himself and Yan Xi to eat, and the aroma spread and hooked many people, but those people didn't dare to act rashly, and they didn't want to ask for trouble.

It will not be easy for monks to enter this place.

Now there is not much spiritual power to be around, and that strange woman has a flame body that cannot be extinguished by ordinary means, and they can only provoke the fire if they rush up.

Yue Wu got to the side and mixed a few mushrooms*** Ling has never been fishy, eating flowers, young leaves, fresh fruits, drinking spring water, dewdrop wine, where have you eaten food roasted with fire.

This time, it opened the door to Tsukino's curiosity about human food.

He had also been to the feasts of the human monks before, and the food on them was either cruel and bloody, or there were too many spices, in short, it was impossible to eat the original taste of the ingredients, and he could not avoid feeling the anger of the animal that had been tortured and killed on the still bloody pieces of meat.

This roasted mushroom, the mushroom itself also has a trace of spiritual existence, but it can't feel too much.

Roasted mushrooms were supposed to be a cruel way to cook mushrooms, and the elves sang songs to soothe the emotions of the creatures when they picked the young leaves, flowers and fruits.

And Jiang Di didn't do anything.

Picking, washing, salting, roasting, turning, and salting are just the simple ways to cook and make food unexpectedly delicious.

Yue Wu guessed that Mo Mian should be a special kind of existence among human beings.

First of all, she has a wood spirit.

Secondly, her divine soul power is very special, and she can soothe the emotions of some restless wood spirits.

Yue Wu didn't have a greedy appetite for a while, and after eating a few mushrooms, he stopped, and Jiang Di didn't ask him if he was full.

There weren't many mushrooms left, and there wasn't much left after the second roast.

The two sticks of firewood also burned about the same, leaving very little silvery-white ash behind.

Jiang Di thought about putting the ashes into a bottle, but he didn't care what it could be used for.

He took off the big knife and held the handle of the knife to take out the mud from the fire, found a piece of open space next to it, and gently knocked it with the back of the knife, which was burned so hard that it was almost sublimated from the essence of the earth.

The mud did not crack.

The mud didn't crack a few more times, but the sound of metal colliding with it was much like the sound of metal striking together.

I used a bit of brute force, and I changed the big knife to cut down on the side where the blade was opened, and it was a pit that was not deep or shallow.

Jiang Di estimated that she could have half a layer of mud with three layers inside and three layers outside.

sighed, life is difficult, and there is no one who has to go through these twists and turns to eat hot fresh meat.

"That's—that !!"

Jiang Di, who was about to open the mud ball a few more times to see how the food was doing, heard the shout of the monk who had been thinking for too long.

"Figured it out?"

"......" The monk looked at one of his arms that was about to burn, and his whole person was in a trance.

His most precious thing......

After all, he was going to leave him.

Is it really appropriate to give up your most precious thing because of one arm?

The monk didn't know.

He could have cut off his own arm with a single sword, and the flames didn't spread quickly throughout his body, no matter how weird they were.

However, his cultivation followed the path of physical cultivation, and if he didn't have his arms, his cultivation would most likely never be able to improve again.

Then there would be no point in him coming here.

Compared to his own most precious things, the glory of his own sect is the most important.

Jiang Di suddenly felt that the most precious thing he said was a little different from what this monk understood.

At this time, Jiang Di had an ominous premonition.

But she has no clear evidence.

After all, she was the one who asked the monk to take his most precious thing for a hand.

Although this monk who didn't seem to be very smart may have thought of it himself.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been entangled for so long.

If the weapon or the treasure is gone, you can find it again, but if you can't do it, you can grab it.

The arm that was burned by the Suzaku fire, the way to regenerate limbs in this world is probably not possible to make his arm grow again.

Jiang Di thinks he is a good person, and what he proposes is also a fair deal.

It is a world of tranquility and tranquility, surrounded by forests and meadows and lakes in the center. The forest is inhabited by many small animals, as well as a fairy.

Ginger Tea nestled into the grass, his eyes rolling, struggling to digest the information about the world he was in.

One sentence contains too much information, and it is a big project to understand and store it with her current brain capacity.

Fairy ...... I don't think there's anything wrong.

There was a footstep gently in my ears, getting closer and closer.

Jiang Di moved his ears and feet, and the white fluffy hair led people to commit crimes.

"I want to touch it."

The chubby foot on the left stepped on the right, and the rabbit, who had just stood up straighter, fell to the ground, his eyes full of confusion.

"Stupid bunny, you can trip yourself up." A clear and moist male voice sounded very close.

Then with a pair of hands, he picked up the stupid rabbit Jiang Di, who was still in a daze.

"Tu Tu is not stupid! No! ”

After struggling twice, he finally collapsed in the arms of the unknown creature.

"Bunny is stupid, stupid bunny."

Jiang Di grabbed his ears with his paws, turned on a state of self-abandonment, and pretended not to hear.

A bright red berry appears on the side of the mouth, exuding a rich fruity aroma that tempts rabbits.

The body instinctively took a step ahead of the subjective will, opened its mouth to bite the fruit, and subconsciously wiped its mouth with its paws after eating.

The white fur on the paws was dyed pale red, and Jiang Di wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, but as soon as he tentatively looked at the unknown creature, he smiled profusely.

Well...... Want to hammer ......

Jiang Di thought so and did so.