Hearing Old Bond's words, Beichuan's eyes suddenly emitted two strange lights! The screams from his stomach became more and more obvious.

Since coming to this world, Beichuan has always lived on this kind of dry food with a lot of impurities, and he is hungry and full.

Although the others took care of him to some extent because of his thin stature, he couldn't do much work himself.

But the feeling of hunger is inexplicable.

Not to mention the meat! He had almost forgotten what meat tasted like.

Old Bond put things on the table and didn't bother with Kitagawa anymore, still stirring at his pot.

Beichuan swallowed a mouthful of spit, stared at the table, walked to the table tremblingly, picked up the small oiled paper cloth bag and put it to his nose and sniffed it fiercely, and instantly saliva filled his mouth.

It's really the smell of meat!

Beichuan couldn't wait to open the oiled paper cloth bag, and there were two black strips lying inside.

There were faint tooth marks on it, which looked like they were burnt, and Darsil couldn't bite it, so it was left.

But that doesn't delay Kitagawa, does it?

I saw that he quickly picked up a strip of meat and chewed it viciously, full of happiness all over his body.

In the previous life on Earth, Beichuan had long been tired of eating meat, but here, such a little burnt meat made him feel like a new life.

The meat strip is not big, it is the size of a middle finger, and under Beichuan's gobbling up, one will soon enter the stomach.

I was about to pick up the second one and continue to eat, but suddenly thought of something, and Beichuan reluctantly put back the meat strips that had been delivered to his mouth.

whispered to the back of old Bond, "Uncle Bond, I'm full, and I still have one root left for you." ”

Although he said that, Beichuan still swallowed a mouthful of spit, his eyes staring at the piece of meat.

Old Bond still didn't look back, he seemed to be very interested in his soup, and he seemed to know everything about what Beichuan looked like now.

"Leave me alone, you eat it quickly, and then come over to help, you will have to bring it to Darsil when the soup is ready, and I will prepare the food for those Imperial soldiers here." ”

Old Bond said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, Beichuan immediately put away his pitiful politeness, grabbed the remaining meat like a whirlwind and sent it into his mouth, and the saliva overflowed outward.

Noxus has a clear hierarchy and huge differences between classes, which can be vividly expressed in food.

Darsil, who was the leader of the camp, was the most exquisite broth, while the Imperial soldiers who guarded the camp were second-class, with vegetables and some mixed meat, but they were sure to be filled.

As for Beichuan, these slaves or prisoners of war, some of them can be eaten, don't pick and choose.

Beichuan killed the last piece of meat in three and two strokes, picked up the big bowl on the side and filled it with water, and drank it happily.

Only then did he pat his stomach contentedly, and his eyes were much more affectionate when he looked at Old Bond.

Not only because this old man who didn't like to talk saved his life, but also because the old man gave him such food in such a scarce situation.

What is the idiom saying?

There is no greater grace than this.

At this time, Beichuan's heart had silently raised the position of the old Bond to the status of his own family.

But he completely ignored why he ran away from home before.

"Uncle Bond, do you need me to help you do something?" Beichuan rolled up his black sleeves, revealing his arms as black as his face, and walked up to Old Bond and asked seriously.

Old Bond finally looked back at Beichuan now, frowned and said, "Go wash yourself first, it's almost a briquette!"

Kitagawa looked at his hands, smiled embarrassedly, ran to the pool at the mouth of the tent to wash, and returned to the tent.

Only then did Beichuan's face finally show in the eyes of old Bond.

The straight nose and thin lips make Kitagawa look very temperamental, but the two big eyes make him look a little like a little girl.

Coupled with this long hair that hasn't been cut for an unknown amount of time and this thin body, it's a little girl who is alive.

Really flattering.

Old Bond looked at Beichuan's appearance, was silent for a moment, patted Beichuan on the shoulder, and said in a tone that was not as tough as just now

"Go wash the food over there first, and then when the soup is ready, send it to Darsel. ”

As the saying goes, it's good to work when you're full, Beichuan didn't say much.

I came to the basket of vegetables at the door of the tent, took a basin at random, filled it with water, and began to wash it casually.

Compared with digging trenches, washing vegetables is still familiar to Beichuan, although the number of dishes is not a lot, but after all, it is not for himself.

It's good if Beichuan doesn't spit a few mouthfuls of foam inside, do you still want to wash him well?

No kidding.

Beichuan just casually took out the vegetables and soaked them in a basin and threw them out directly, so this also made his work very fast.

"Alright, little one, put down your work and send it to Darsel, it's too late for this dead fat man with a thousand knives to be furious again!"

Behind Beichuan, Old Bond had already made the soup, and gently patted Beichuan on the back and whispered.

Beichuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head and smiled at Old Bond

"Okay, Uncle Bond, I'll go over here. ”

As he spoke, Beichuan didn't care whether the clothes on his body were dirty or not, so he rubbed his water-stained hands vigorously on them, and turned around to pick up the steaming soup pot on the table.

"Oops! hot! hot!" "Hohoo!" Beichuan screamed, almost throwing the soup pot directly to the ground.

These old Bonds saw it in their eyes, shook their heads helplessly, took out two gloves and handed them to Beichuan and motioned for him to take them again.

Beichuan looked embarrassed, hurriedly took the gloves, picked up the soup pot and said hello to old Bond, and hurriedly ran away.

Old Bond looked at the little shadow of Beichuan leaving, didn't say anything, wiped his hands on his apron, and continued to prepare for food seriously.

The rain began to fall little by little, and the wind gradually became much stronger, but this did not interrupt the people from digging trenches, and as for Lord Darsel?

The fat man had already returned to his luxurious tent and was ready to enjoy the evening's food.

Along the way, Beichuan forcibly endured the saliva in his mouth and the desire in his heart, and sent the soup pot to the tent of the dead fat man.

I thought that with his three-inch tongue, I would compliment Darsl well, maybe the fat man would reward himself with a few mouthfuls of soup.

But dreams are always good, and in the end, Kitagawa didn't even enter Dasr's tent, and was driven back by the soldiers guarding the door.

Beichuan looked at the tent that was very gorgeous on the outside, and his two small fists clenched involuntarily, along with the heavier and heavier rain.

It's a vulgar scene of not bullying the poor youth.