Unexpectedly, Mrs. Michelle downstairs opened her mouth, but did not divulge the news that Hu Bugui and the two people had come, but said to Link: "Anyway, you will only do it after dawn, I still have enough time to enjoy this pot of hot soup, maybe someone will come to this house and help me kill you." ”

As she spoke, she stood up, picked up a spoon and filled herself with a bowl of soup, and drank it in small sips.

Xia Meng hurriedly pulled Lahu and signaled him not to act rashly.

I have to say that Mrs. Michelle's big iron bucket soup is very thick and delicious, with large pieces of pickled hind leg meat, as well as tomatoes, potatoes, onions, and carrots boiled to the world, which are hot and fragrant when you look at them.

Link, who had searched the island all day, but had not found anyone, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

He is indeed the only player with weapons, and the price is that he cannot have food, most of the ingredients in this jungle are highly poisonous, and in previous years, those edible rhizomes have been cut and cleaned up, only animals can be safely eaten, but at the same time, he can't waste ammunition to hunt, so coming here to resupply is the best choice.

Damn fellow patron, he didn't bring him anything to eat this day.

Is this bastard trying to kill me?

The thought flashed through Link's mind, and he forcibly suppressed it, and he stared intently at Mrs. Michelle drinking her bowl of soup, thinking about how he could eat it.

The program team will give some special treatment to this kind of player with weak fighting ability, and deliberately give this kind of old lady who has the least ability to fight back the greatest privilege, just to see the strong player, hungry and pitiful face who dare not foul.

Mrs. Michelle ignored him, drank a bowl unhurriedly, filled herself another bowl, and continued to eat slowly and deliciously.

The tempting aroma of the food made Link, who was already physically exhausted, even hungrier, and he continued to observe the old lady's movements, imagining that every fragile bone in her would be broken after dawn.

"It's really heartwarming, I can't eat anymore when I'm full, and I can drink such a pot of hot soup before I leave this world, and my life is not so bad. She wrapped herself in a blanket and closed her eyes and slept there.

Link grinded his teeth imperceptibly, and although he was really hungry, any unauthorized hunting was a self-defeating act.

This wicked old lady must have broken her neck at dawn.

He had expected Mrs. Michelle to fall asleep, but he crept forward and moved the bucket out.

But don't burn it, this damn old lady should have put all the ingredients in it, and if she boils it dry, she won't even have fresh water to replenish tomorrow.

At such a slight gesture, Mrs. Michelle noticed it, squinted her eyes and smiled, and said slowly, "You must be really tempted to drink these soups, right?"

Link didn't speak, just walked over hatefully and closed the heavy doors and windows, he knew very well what weapons each player had, and the most fearful thing was the Africans who could blow poisoned arrows.

Then Mrs. Michelle reached out and took the spoon, took the soup from the pot, and poured it into the flames of the fireplace.

The hind leg meat in the soup emitted a strong aroma similar to that of stir-frying, and soon turned into a lump of charcoal, and she laughed viciously, and said, "I have cooked all the food in this room, and now I have burned this pot of soup to charcoal, and when it is dawn, you will not be able to eat anything." ”

"You!" Link clenched his fists, resisting the urge to knock her teeth out.

Mrs. Michelle ignored his anger, but poured spoonfuls of the delicious and nutritious soup into the fireplace, watched it burn into a charred paste, and then added another spoonful.

Link angrily circled around the room and smashed the side table next to the couch.

"This pot of soup is a recipe I learned from the Chinese people, and the secret is to put a little balsamic vinegar at the end, you really should taste it, it tastes like a miracle. ”

"You want me to do something before I stop. Leon, who gradually calmed down, tried to throw the bait to stabilize her first, after all, it is almost impossible to regenerate the ingredients now.

Mrs. Michelle smiled and said, "Since you know everyone's information, tell me who the contestants are." ”

Link was stunned, and then his eyes rolled up imperceptibly, obviously the old lady's strange request quickly made him wonder if someone was eavesdropping.

He clenched his gun, the living room was relatively empty, except for the fireplace and the sofa rocking chair, it was basically clear at a glance, and some of the packaging bags on the ground that were damaged after tearing off were impossible to hide.

After all, he was an old man who had successfully survived five competitions, and he quickly recovered his casual appearance and said: "I don't remember exactly." ”

"Really?" said Mrs. Michelle, who suddenly wrapped her hands in a blanket and pushed the bucket with all her might, so that less than half of the soup was poured on the bonfire, and because of the butter in the soup, the tongue of fire rose half a foot in an instant, and the white hair on her sideburns was scorched a lot.

She straightened her hair, turned her head and said with a smile: "Now there is only a little soup at the bottom of the barrel, it is all the essence that has been deposited, how good this meat is, it would be a pity to burn it." If you're willing to tell me the stories of those children now, you'll be able to eat this last bit of soup. ”

As he spoke, he picked up a few pieces of good meat and threw them into the fire.

"Don't throw it away, I said. Link felt like he was hungry and he had been thinking about who might be hiding, but if he didn't eat a little now, he was afraid that he would lose the strength to fight.

"Did you hear the cannonball, it was a woman Heidi who died. ”

"Good boy, worth a reward. Mrs. Michelle scooped a few strands of shredded meat into a bowl, handed it to him, and said, "Go on." ”

Link ate that bit of meat like a treasure, and the satisfaction of chewing meat between his lips and teeth made him feel even more cramped.

"There was an African, and he was good at attacking with poisoned arrows. ”

"Very good, some more soup. Mrs. Michelle generously scooped a small half bowl of soup this time.

Completely unrepentant, Link devoured it, finally feeling a little real soothing in his empty stomach, he licked his lips and walked to the edge of the couch and sat down, refusing to reveal anything more.

"Is that all? It's not exciting at all. Mrs. Michelle scooped up another spoonful of soup, ate it herself, and said, "Listen to my story." ”

These two heinous murderers have been negotiating all the time, and Xia Meng upstairs didn't dare to move, trying his best to listen to every word of their conversation, not to use the palm of Hu Bugui's hand to tell him the content of the conversation between the two.

In contrast, Hu Bugui sat down against the wall very relaxed, protected her inside, and waited for the dog to eat the dog downstairs, and whoever succeeded in the end did not hinder him.

As for what Mrs. Michelle and Link said, Master Hu really wanted to beat his chest and admit his mistakes to the university teacher, and he now really felt the importance of learning a foreign language.