Chu Xiangjun also began to cook food, compared to the flames and charm on Xiahou Qin's side, the seeds of sadness began to grow in the quiet air on Chu Xiangjun's side.

There was no sound of spatulas colliding, and there was no wonderful waltz of flames burning oil, Chu Xiangjun quietly held a stone bowl, tinkering, tinkering, tinkering, looking like a child playing with mud.

After doing all this, Chu Xiangjun picked up the black stone, and there was another round of tinkering, tinkering, tinkering......

The natives looked at Chu Xiangjun's eyes full of disdain, while Shangguan Mou was full of doubts.

What is Chu Xiangjun going to do?

Why is it a little incomprehensible.

Is she really making food?

Why run to the ground and dig a hole, hey!

Can you concentrate a little more during the game?

Xiahou Qin's efficiency is not covered, but after a while, three dishes have already been prepared.

In the gap between preparing the fourth dish, Xiahou Qin glanced at Chu Xiangjun and saw her digging a hole in the ground, Xiahou Qin's eyes first flashed with doubt, then his pupils dilated, slightly shocked, and finally, the corners of Xiahou Qin's mouth rose, and he devoted himself to making the fourth dish.

This scene was fully watched by the daughter of the tribal chief who had been staring at Xiahou Qin closely, her eyes were full of smugness, and her eyes were full of disdain when she looked at Chu Xiangjun.

What does it mean that husband and wife are birds in the same forest, flying separately when disaster comes, and saying that it is your fiancé, who actually puts your life and death out of the way, and looks at how he goes all out to win the game, and his serious and focused appearance is simply fascinating.

However, excellent men naturally need excellent women, Chu Xiangjun can't help but look average, not to mention, he is still flat-chested, where can he compare to his maturity and charm.

The daughter of the tribal chief thought like this, straightened her chest, and glared at Chu Xiangjun triumphantly, Chu Xiangjun was busy with the work in her hands, and when she looked up, she saw that the daughter of the tribal chief was still a little stunned when she showed off her martial arts, I don't know which tendon her brain is pumping, there are many men here, look at her constantly pulling her clothes, and pulling the clothes on her chest so low that she can directly breastfeed the baby in her arms.

She didn t really plan to breastfeed the baby, Chu Xiangjun was slightly surprised, the brain circuits of the indigenous people were really ...... I don't understand.

At the end of the competition, Xiahouqin made a total of ten dishes, and the portion was moderate.

Chu Xiangjun made a pot, which was covered with a huge leaf, so he couldn't tell what Chu Xiangjun was doing.

All the natives immediately set their eyes on Xiahou Qin's dishes, spicy and spicy, fresh and mellow, one dish and one style, all the natives subconsciously stretched out their hands to grab it, and Xiahou Qin elegantly cleaned his hands with soft leaves, and then picked up a small stone plate and walked towards Chu Xiangjun.

"Ho ho hoo clip!" (Good work.) ）

The daughter of the tribal chief was standing not far from Chu Xiangjun, at the same level as Chu Xiangjun, and saw that Xiahou Qin brought a small plate to herself, and there were some dishes on it, and her face was full of excitement.

Her face was already dark, and when it was red, it looked even darker.

However, Xiahou Qin didn't even look at her, and walked towards Chu Xiangjun, who cast sympathetic glances at her, with the dishes.

"Taste it!"

Xiahou Qin said, handing the dish and chopsticks made of a pair of wooden sticks to Chu Xiangjun.

The simple ingredients, in Xiahou Qin's hands, are like rotten wood blossoming, exuding infinite magical power, smelling it has made people appetite, and they are eating it......