The flame in Xiahouqin's pot was boiling, and when the juice was collected and the vegetables were raised, the red and bright piece was placed on top of the thin stone chips, the color was pleasing to the eye, and it made people very appetizing at a glance.

Shangguan Mou's eyes were straight, before he was kidnapped by the natives, Shangguan Mou's life was also very rich, and he hadn't eaten anything delicious on weekdays, but when he saw the food made by Xiahou Qin, Shangguan Mou couldn't help but lick his lips - I want to eat it, the color is beautiful I have never seen before, and the smell is unprecedented, I want to eat it so much.

Even Shangguan Mou was impressed by the dishes made by Xiahou Qin, not to mention the natives who had a monotonous diet all year round.

Seeing the dishes made by Xiahou Qin, the natives' halas flowed to the ground, and even the daughter of the tribal chief, who came into the house with a mixed-race beauty, smelled the fragrance and came out with the baby again.

"Ho ho clip, ho ho clip. (Mom, I want to eat it.) ）

"Ho ho clip, ho ho (Mommy I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat.) ）

"Gaga Gaga. (I'll give it to you later, good.) ）

......

The other natives also looked through the autumn water, staring at Xiahou Qin and talking intently.

"Ho hoo clip. (Looks good.) ）

"Ho ho clip, ho ho clip. (I guess it tastes better, I smell good.) ）

"Gagaga, Gagaga. (I can't help it, I want to eat, I want to eat.) ）

......

Under the blazing gaze of everyone, Xiahou Qin calmly continued to prepare the next dish.

There is no way, there are so many indigenous people, it is impossible to just cook one dish.

Besides, if you feed them, they shouldn't think about roasting people.

Chu Xiangjun looked at Xiahou Qin's posture and thought that he thought so, but at this moment, Xiahou Qin didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, and was immersed in making food, and in the face of all kinds of ingredients, Xiahou Qin had only one thought in his mind - to turn them into delicious food.

As for the rest, I'm sorry, President Xiahou doesn't have time to think about it.

Chu Xiangjun saw that Xiahou Qin's dishes were full of ingredients, and secretly said that what he made must be Sichuan cuisine.

Sichuan cuisine is one of the four traditional Chinese cuisines, standing at the head of Chinese cuisine, its wide range of materials, diverse dishes, changeable seasoning, fresh and mellow taste, unique flavor, has always been widely welcomed by the public, Xiahou Qin to the aborigines to make Sichuan cuisine, the aborigines are estimated to eat happily and fly to the sky.

Chu Xiangjun looked at the natives who looked straight at Xiahou Qin like a dog looking at meat and bones, and a cat looking at a small dried fish, waiting to be fed at any time, looking at their own ingredients, when her eyes fell on the black object in the bowl, Chu Xiangjun had an idea, the corners of her mouth rose, and she also started her own gourmet cooking.

"I didn't expect a man to be so handsome when cooking. Shangguan Mou said with emotion.

Shangguan Mou, who had never cooked before, saw Xiahou Qin's cooking movements calmly at this moment, his eyes were focused and serious, and the full marks of flirting skills exuded from his body made Shangguan Mou yearn for it.

Handsome, so handsome, even men think he's handsome, let alone women.

Shangguan Mou looked envious, jealous and hateful, while his indigenous wife watched it with relish and couldn't take her eyes off it, and after Xiahou Qin made another dish, the indigenous wife directly stuffed the daughter in her arms into Shangguan Mou's arms, and ran to her father's tribal chief.

The two of them didn't know what to say, the tribal chief was surprised at first, then thoughtful, and finally nodded in agreement, his daughter was even more elated, and happily ran back to hug her daughter back from Shangguan Mou's hands, and kissed her several times.