When Liang Zhaodi was dragging the hot chicken thigh with one hand and handing it to Tu Wangsun, Mu Cao came over angrily, pointed at Liang Zhaodi and said: "I said that the students don't eat today, their feelings have run away from you, and you have opened a small stove for them!" ”

"yes!" Liang Zhaodi said without thinking: "Your food there is not much stronger than pig food, and there is something delicious to share!" It's not like somebody, carrying a small basket with delicious food, eating alone behind their backs."

"Who eats alone?"

Liang Zhaodi ignored her, don't pretend to be confused, don't bother to pay attention to you.

It was the first time for the grass to see that the chicken could eat like this, just now when Liang Zhaodi was talking, the aroma of chicken came to the face, and the grass couldn't help it, if it wasn't for arguing with Liang Zhaodi, he would definitely want a taste.

"Grass, chickens! It's all rushed into the chicken rack" Daddy Grass called for Grass from afar, he had searched the entire vicinity of the school, but he didn't see the shadow of the chicken. It's not like this every day, as soon as you are called, these chickens will come out. It's strange today, Daddy Grass has been "cooing" for a long time.

"What's the smell?" Daddy Grass seemed to smell a tempting aroma and came to Liang Zhaodi's side. Seeing that Liang Zhaodi was swallowing her muscles, the muscles exuded bursts of aroma.

Seeing that Daddy Grass's eyes were about to fall off, Liang Zhaodi handed him a chicken wing and said, "You taste it!" ”

Daddy Grass just tasted it, and his eyes widened. He had never eaten anything so delicious.

"How is this the same as the chicken leg you ate yesterday?"

"This fragrant ......" Daddy Grass replied without thinking, but he felt that something was wrong. The chicken legs that he ate with his daughter yesterday, how could Liang Zhaodi know.

"We always eat the same meals as the dolls, where to eat chicken legs!" Daddy Grass said as he spat out a mouthful of bones on the ground.

It's pretty similar, depending on how long you pretend.

These chickens are all free-range, wandering chickens, and the meat is naturally delicious. Watching the grass daddy gnaw on a chicken wing, he still had a sweet mouth, looking like he hadn't eaten enough.

Liang Zhaodi looked at the flower chicken in her hand, and thought to herself, this is the only thing left of her, no, you can also look at it! Liang Zhaodi subconsciously divided the rest of the chickens with Tu Wangsun.

"Zhao Di, you chicken ......" Daddy Grass is really the first time to eat such a delicious thing, and now I want to ask how to do it.

The practice of calling flower chickens depends on personal hobbies. But they all have one thing in common, they all wrap their chickens in mud.

"Go catch a chicken, let's make a chicken called a chicken!" Father Grass commanded, after Liang Zhaodi finished taking the scriptures here, he turned around and saw that the grass was still standing in place, motionless.

"Why don't you go!"

"This chicken is ours!" Mu Cao restrained his desire to eat, and would not let these meat things affect the judgment of his brain.

Listening to what Mu Cao said, Liang Zhaodi chewed the chicken in her mouth, and before she finished chewing the chicken in her mouth, she looked at Tu Wangsun, as if telling him that we had been discovered.

"I shot the chicken, I ate it all, don't worry"

Yo! I envy your spirit of being a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and carry it forward.

"Old master, you have eaten too," Liang Zhaodi said, pointing to the chicken wings on the chicken......