Until she ate the sixth string handed by Aman, Yiyue's little head was thinking about a question.

How does the same person make two tastes from the same animal?

She poked her head out to see how Aman operated.

When this man skewered meat, he would cut the pure lean meat that she had cut into small pieces, skewer them with thin wooden skewers, and roast them in a place without an open flame, and when they were cooked, they would only be handed to her to eat.

The rest of the meat was divided into pieces about the size of a palm, and with thick signature skewers, a few of them ate those.

Yi Yue looked at Aman, and then at everyone, they all ate the large meat skewers smoked over the open flame, and in order to ensure that the meat pieces were cooked thoroughly, the outer layer of the whole meat was roasted dry and hard, and it was smoked to brown.

The meat that has not been marinated in the seasoning has an earthy smell, and the taste is definitely not good, and it tastes like gnawing on firewood, and it is better to drink the broth in the pot.

But everyone ate deliciously, cherished the food very much, even if the two adults chatted while eating, they didn't waste it, even the bones were eaten cleanly, and no one vomited out when they were unhappy like her.

Obviously, she is the only one who is being taken care of, and Mu Ge, who is also a child, does not have this treatment, and Yi Yue's cheeks move more and more slowly, and she swallows what is in her mouth.

When Aman handed over two skewers of meat again, she only took one.

"What's the matter, eat so little today? Sick? Ah Man's thick fingertips rubbed her forehead, and he wondered: "It's okay, do you want to eat something else?" ”

Holding Ah Man's hand and pushing it towards him, the child said seriously: "It's delicious, and my uncle will eat it too." ”

Then he raised his little arm, raised the meat skewer in his hand high, and stuffed it into his father's mouth desperately: "Daddy eat, Daddy eat!" ”

The top of the wooden skewer was carbonized by the fire, and it hit Zhan Changran's face, poking a shallow dimple in his skin, and it was broken off weakly, leaving only a little oil stain and black stain, and his small vision was blocked, and he couldn't see what was happening on it, and he was still trying to care for his father.

Zhan Changran's eyebrows jumped, he pushed her hand away, seemed to be smiling, wiped the oil off his face with the back of his hand, and said, "Even, you eat your own well." ”

When it is called, the bite is particularly heavy.

Yi Yue was stunned for a while, and it took a long time to realize that it was even her name, and seeing that her father really didn't want to eat her things, she gave up, sat down obediently, and ate her own.

Ah Man was not polite, ate one string in one bite, and handed another string to Yi Yue.

The new meat skewers look a little strange, like squid pieces, the cut surface is smooth, and the meat does not have the color of charcoal grilled after grilling, but it is very moist.

It is a giant mussel skewer.

There is no oil in the mussel meat, so Ah Man takes the fat of the animal meat and boils it out of the oil, and then applies it to the mussel meat, cutting the meat pieces of the same size and looking perfect, and after roasting, it becomes a beautiful arc.

It always takes curiosity and courage to try new things, and Yi Yue shuddered and took a bite, deeply aware of how important it was to listen to the old man.

Aman said that this is not delicious, and he really didn't lie to her, not all seafood has a charming charm.

This thing eats like chewing tasteless soles, crunching, baby teeth don't leave a trace on the meat, and the food is full of presence, stimulating the mouth to keep secreting saliva.

Leaned over and spit things on the ground, stuffed things that he didn't want to eat as before into Zhan Changran's hands, and looked at Shang Aman with an expression of "I knew it would be like this", and smiled without hesitation, and got the opportunity not to eat hated mussel meat again.

Such a big mussel shell meat, like a small mountain, gradually bottomed out.