Soon, under He Chuan's skillful roasting, the smell of seasoning mixed with the aroma of meat quickly spread to the surroundings.

And when He Chuan was skillfully roasting meat here, He Chuan's bed was looking at He Chuan and the spicy chicken in front of him blankly at this time.

She really couldn't understand why the great master would do it himself, was it because he disliked her craftsmanship?

Thinking so in her heart, He Chuan's bed suddenly lowered her head, and she felt a little sad.

Obviously, your skills are very good......

However, whether it is He Chuan or Spicy Chicken, they don't care about the idea of a bed at all.

Just as the same person doesn't care whether an ant is happy or sad at all.

In a short time, the skewers of barbecue have been successfully grilled until golden brown, and the fragrant meat skewers, coupled with the "sizzling" fat on the meat, immediately made He Chuan feel his appetite.

didn't care about the pitiful little eyes of the spicy chicken, He Chuan saw that it was almost roasted, and he directly stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth.

And then......

He Chuan directly stuffed all the remaining meat into the mouth of the spicy chicken.

Spicy Chicken: ???

The next moment, the spicy chicken's complexion changed wildly, and he spit out the meat in his mouth directly.

This meat can no longer be described as unpalatable.

Anyway, He Chuan was killed and didn't want to eat the second piece.

Glancing at the meat spit out by the spicy chicken, He Chuan suddenly had ten million grass mud pigs rushing past in his heart.

Now he finally knows why the national treasure is a national treasure, because the national treasure meat is really not delicious.

If you don't eat something, you can only supply it.

If the meat of the national treasure is delicious, I am afraid that it will not be the turn of the round to be a national treasure, and it must have been eaten extinct a long time ago.

Looking up at the sky, He Chuan had a melancholy look on his face.

I'm still too tender, and I underestimate those foodies in the rabbit country too much.

You can't eat it, and the rest of the meat can only be discarded at will, anyway, He Chuan doesn't want to eat even a small bite again.

However, after touching his stomach, He Chuan's gaze also swept around in an instant.

Since the barbecue grill has been taken out, if he doesn't bake something, He Chuan always feels that he will treat himself badly.

Therefore, now He Chuan has set his sights on other animals in this mountain forest.

His gaze swept over one area after another, and He Chuan saw a lot of animals.

However, in the end, He Chuan automatically ignored the other animals and instead locked his eyes on a colorful giant tiger.

This tiger is very large, with a body of about 7-8 meters, and in the tiger world, it should also be called Mr. Bodybuilder.

In the next second, with a burst of tiger wails, a colorful giant tiger landed in front of He Chuan's eyes from the sky.

Glancing at the huge tiger in front of him, He Chuan was not in a hurry to roast it, but approached and began to look at it carefully.

After looking up and down, a trace of strangeness suddenly flashed on He Chuan's face.

When he was still a human before, He Chuan remembered that the tiger whip was very supplemental.

Looking at the huge tiger whip under this tiger, He Chuan's eyes immediately fell on the spicy chicken.

He Chuan himself definitely didn't need this thing, but ...... Spicy chicken should be needed, right?

And just when He Chuan was thinking about this, the tiger seemed to sense the crisis, and covered his vital parts with his claws.

Seeing the tiger like this, He Chuan immediately smashed his mouth.

It seems that this tiger cherishes its treasure, in that case......

"Roaring !!!!!"

A moment later, with a terrible wail, He Chuan stuffed the huge tiger whip in front of him into the mouth of the spicy chicken with a satisfied face.

No matter that the tiger whip was still bleeding, the spicy chicken did not refuse to come, and swallowed it directly.

For the things that He Chuan stuffed, the spicy chicken naturally did not refuse, because he was stuffed with a lot of natural treasures like He Chuan, so he also developed a conditioned reflex, as soon as he saw that it was something thrown by He Chuan, the spicy chicken would not hesitate to open his mouth and swallow it.

But this time, after swallowing what He Chuan threw over, the face of the spicy chicken was humanized and confused.

Ay? What did labor and management just eat? What's the smell of urine?

Ignoring the bewildered look on the spicy chicken's face, He Chuan immediately skinned the tiger and bleed after cutting off the tiger's tiger whip, and then skewered its meat into the meat skewers.

He Chuan is still very humanitarian, knowing that the tiger whip was painful after being cut, so he directly chopped it up and made it into a barbecue.

And after seeing He Chuan skewering meat skewers there again and preparing to make barbecue, He Chuan's bed finally couldn't help it.

Before, when she saw He Chuan cooking in person, she thought that He Chuan's skills were very good.

But when she saw He Chuan directly vomiting all the barbecue, she finally realized that He Chuan could only roast the meat.

How does this work?

Great host, how can you eat something that is not tasty?

At this moment, He Chuan's bed seemed to have awakened some incredible attribute.

Therefore, when he saw He Chuan preparing the barbecue again, He Chuan's bed came to He Chuan's side.

"Leave this little thing, great master, to your most humble servant, your most humble servant, but what about the special cook......"

With a hint of begging, the woman's face was full of humility and fanatical adoration for He Chuan.

Hearing the words in his ears, He Chuan turned his head and glanced at the bed standing beside him.

He Chuan admits that he was attracted by the special chef.

A special chef, I can't imagine that my bed can still take care of the function of a chef?

Awesome, awesome.

Sighing in his heart, He Chuan did not hesitate, and directly passed the common sense of barbecue grills and other seasonings to his bed, and then lay back on the bed.

If someone can help, why do it yourself?

I used to make it myself, because spicy chicken can only be eaten, and if you want to eat it yourself, you have to do it yourself.

After all, you can't let a chicken cook for you, right?

But now it's different, in addition to sleeping and feeding, his bed also takes into account the function of a chef, which makes He Chuan very comfortable.

Now, the more He Chuan looks at his bed, the more pleasing it becomes.

It's really pleasing to the eye.

It's rare to see such a good bed.

While silently praising his bed in his heart, He Chuan also glared at the spicy chicken who was still thoughtful with small eyes.

The bed was making a barbecue, and He Chuan lay on the bed and didn't know what he was thinking.

But at this time, the spicy chicken was still thinking about what he had just eaten.