The roast chicken tastes very good, because Shi Shu secretly put the spices produced by the system, which is naturally delicious.

In fact, even if there is no systematic spice, Shi Shu can make more delicious spices by himself, but he feels that it is too troublesome, and it is better to use the system directly.

"It's delicious."

Han Yu is also full of praise, but his eating appearance is very elegant, chewing slowly, glancing at the people next to him from time to time, and there is starlight in his eyes.

His baby has always been so good, so good, how can he not be loved?

Shi Shu's eating was more atmospheric, and he ate the grilled chicken leg in three or two bites, licked the oil stains on his lips, threw away the chicken bones, and stood up, "I'll go back." ”

Han Yu also stood up, with a reluctant expression, "I'll send you." ”

"No, you don't."

Shi Shu refused, and then was about to step away, took two steps and turned back, stretched out his hand to him a little awkwardly, and ordered: "Keep your head down." ”

Han Yu lowered his head as if he were kind, and suddenly felt a warm little claw cover it and touched the top of his head twice.

Finally, he took another handful and spit out a word, "Good." ”

After touching it, Shi Shu left happily.

Han Yu stood in place with a hair like a chicken nest, looking at the figure that was gradually moving away, and that gloomy and lonely look came again, only this time, his cold heart finally warmed up.

His baby is still just as naughty.

So cute, so like.

"Tut-tut, the master is really hopeless."

Long Jiu complained again, and immediately stared at the roast chicken in Han Yu's hand, his saliva drooling three feet.

"Do you think the master can finish a roast chicken?" Long Qi asked, swallowing his saliva.

"The master doesn't have a big appetite, he shouldn't be able to finish eating, and we'll steal a little while the master isn't paying attention?" Long Jiu was eager to try.

They have never eaten such fragrant roast chicken in their lives, so they really want to eat it.

"Squeak Squeak......"

Okay, you guys, if you dare to beat the master's idea of roasting chicken, I'll go tell the master now.

Song Batian came out of nowhere, glanced at the two of them as if warning, and then quickly ran to Han Yu's side, squeaking and shouting in his mouth, as if he was really complaining.

But soon, Song Batian also fell, smelling the fragrance emanating from the pheasant with an intoxicated face, and wanted to lean in and take a bite several times, but he didn't dare, so he could only sniff desperately with his nose.

"Go away."

Han Yu's face changed in a second, and when he saw that it dared to beat his own idea of roasting chicken, he waved it away very indifferently and ruthlessly.

Song Batian sat aggrieved and pitiful on the side, and could only drool at the roast chicken in his master's hand.

Seeing this, Long Qi and Long Jiu were suddenly frightened, and sure enough, everything before was an illusion, and the master was still the master who didn't recognize the cruel six relatives, and it hadn't changed at all.

The two swallowed their saliva silently, and then looked away in unison, and immediately dispelled the idea of stealing pheasants.

Unless they don't want to live anymore.

But soon, the two of them became anxious again, because they had secretly eaten the master's two soup dumplings this morning, one at first, and another later.

It's over, the master won't find out, right?

You're not going to throw them in pieces and feed them to the dogs, are you?

Belch!

It's scary!

It wasn't until Han Yu's voice came that they could come back to their souls.

"I'll take the rest back with me, and I'll eat it in the evening."

Coldly instructing the two of them, Han Yu put the remaining uneaten half of the chicken on the grill, got up gracefully and calmly, and slowly returned to the cabin.