Mo Qingfeng's subordinates put the roasted sweet potatoes in front of Mo Qingfeng with a sad face, bowing their heads and admitting their mistakes.

"Childe, my subordinates are incompetent, and they roast sweet potatoes like this."

Mo Qingfeng's face was ugly, "Stay aside, you can't do it, can't you learn from others?" ”

"Yes, Childe taught you a lesson!"

Mo Qingfeng drove away his subordinates and began to roast sweet potatoes by himself.

When he did it himself, he was really much better than his own men.

At least he can bake the sweet potatoes.

By the time he had cooked the sweet potatoes, the sweet potatoes on Ruoshui's side were also cooked.

Roasted sweet potatoes fill the cave with a fragrant aroma.

directly pressed Mo Qingfeng's roasted sweet potatoes down.

Mo Qingfeng broke open the sweet potato he roasted, and suddenly lost his appetite at all.

"It's delicious, it's so delicious! Sweet and soft! ”

The old man Dugu didn't care about the hot hands and mouth, and threw the sweet potato into his mouth. He chewed it heavily.

"Whew, it's hot, it's hot!"

"Eat slowly, it's not not not enough." Ruoshui reminded him.

But it didn't affect his speed of eating sweet potatoes in the slightest.

At this time, Mo Qingfeng quietly walked over and squatted beside Ruoshui.

"Ruoshui girl, can you give me a roasted sweet potato to eat?" Mo Qingfeng asked.

Ruoshui didn't look at him, and directly picked up a roasted sweet potato from the fire with a wooden stick and threw it to Mo Qingfeng.

The roasted sweet potato had just come out of the fire, and it was very hot, and if the water thought it would make Mo Qingfeng scream.

But what he didn't expect was that Mo Qingfeng held the roasted sweet potato in his hand steadily, his hands didn't tremble, and people didn't scream.

It looks calm.

At this time, Ruoshui stared at Mo Qingfeng's hand in surprise.

She wanted to see what Mo Qingfeng's hand was made of, and he didn't feel hot with such a hot roasted sweet potato.

Mo Qingfeng shook the roasted sweet potato twice in front of Ruoshui, and Ruoshui clearly saw that there were many calluses on Mo Qingfeng's palm holding the roasted sweet potato. That's the result of long-term sword training.

No wonder his hands aren't afraid of the temperature of roasted sweet potatoes.

"Thank you, Miss Ruoshui, for the roasted sweet potatoes." Mo Qingfeng smiled and said to Ruoshui, and then walked aside with a roasted sweet potato.

Xiao Qi asked Ruoshui a little resentfully: "Sister, why did you give him roasted sweet potatoes to eat?" ”

Ruoshui stuffed the peeled roasted sweet potato in his hand into Xiao Qi's hand, and then said, "That roasted sweet potato is not well baked, and it's a pity to throw it away, give it to him." ”

"Oh."

"Little beggar eat quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold for a while."

On the side, Mo Qingfeng silently broke the roasted sweet potato in his hand, and the fragrant taste made him swallow his saliva.

He didn't care that the roasted sweet potato was still hot, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Immediately, a sweet and soft smell filled the mouth.

He sat there while eating roasted sweet potatoes and looked at Ruoshui, who was busy not far away, and that touch of shadow left a deep impression on his heart. Imprinted deeply in his mind.

This beautiful taste, he suddenly wanted to eat it for the rest of his life, and he was only given it to himself.

Thinking of this, Mo Qingfeng gradually tightened his hand, and the remaining half of the roasted sweet potato in his hand was crumpled into puree by him.

Outside, it was dark and cold, but inside the cave, because of the campfire, it was still bright and warm.

When everyone was full, they spread their luggage on the floor and went to sleep.

After a day of walking, I was tired.

Ruoshui stood at the mouth of the cave, looking at everything dark outside, and his heart was very worried.

With such cold weather and such a dark valley, where is Qizhuang now and what is he doing?

Is he cold or not? Hungry or not?