An Ning's question made An Guoming almost lose his breath with a smile.

An Ning turned his head, looked at An Sancheng and An Guoqing incomprehensibly and asked, "What is the second brother laughing at?" Am I wrong? ”

An Sancheng: "Your second brother has a bad brain these two days. ”

An Guoqing: "Little sister is right, your second brother has convulsions." ”

Ventilation?

An Ning quickly stepped forward, patted An Guoming's back vigorously with one hand, and shouted anxiously: "Quickly spit out the wind!" ”

As soon as he finished shouting, An Guoming stumbled and almost fell to the ground, and he stood up crying and laughing.

"Little sister, you are murdering your brother, it's okay if I don't laugh."

An Ning looked at An Guoming, who had nothing wrong, it turned out that it was not a medical problem, that is, she misunderstood.

She quickly followed An Guoming's train of thought and said, "You are alive, and the murder charge is not established." ”

After speaking, Ning Ning raised his head slightly arrogantly and turned back to his room.

An Guoming, who was outside, couldn't do it again, the little sister was too funny to talk about, he was glared at by An Sancheng, and simply went outside the gate to laugh.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Cuihua began to cook.

It happened to be raining today, and there was plenty of time, so she was going to meet some oil stars and make up for everyone.

"Tranquility, fire."

"Okay."

An Ning came out of her room, sat down on her own small bench, and began to light the fire.

She saw Lin Cuihua bring a small brown jar, scoop out a spoonful of the paste-like substance of Baihuahua, and throw it into the pot.

The sound startled An Ning, but then the fragrance wafting over dispelled all her doubts in a moment, and she only looked at the pot intently.

Lin Cuihua quickly threw the green onion and garlic slices into the pot and quickly pulled them a few times with a spatula.

This pull, the fragrance is stronger, and An Ning subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

A pot of washed and chopped cabbage was poured into a large iron pot by Lin Cuihua and quickly stir-fried a few times.

Lin Cuihua took another glass bottle, poured in a little black liquid, and stir-fried again.

The taste was getting better and better, and An Ning's ass was lifted a little from the small bench, and her neck stretched out, trying to see more clearly from the cloud of smoke.

After the cabbage was stir-fried, Lin Cuihua held the peeled potatoes in her left hand and a kitchen knife in her right hand, and casually cut twice on the palm of her left hand, and the potatoes turned into pieces and fell into the pot from her palm.

An Ning secretly remembered in her heart that the potatoes should be cut in the palm of her hand.

After Lin Cuihua cut four potatoes, she added a gourd scoop of water, covered the pot, and said to An Ning, "Boil the pot." ”

"Oh!"

An Ning nodded subconsciously, and her ass returned to the small bench again, a little tickling in her heart, but the action of burning the fire in her hand did not stop.

After a while, the cauldron boiled, and An Ning saw Lin Cuihua appear with a pot of yellow paste, as if it was the corn she had eaten, but the form was a little different.

Lin Cuihua lifted the lid of the pot, fanned the water vapor on it a few times with her hands, and after putting down the lid of the pot, she began to make cakes with her hands.

An Ning's buttocks sat down quietly raised again, and the mental power was used to investigate, watching Lin Cuihua pull off a ball of yellow, smash it back and forth in the palms of her two hands a few times, snapped, and slapped it on the edge of the cauldron.

The action was repeated, and after the shooting, Lin Cuihua took another ball of vermicelli, soaked it with water, threw it directly into the pot, and covered the pot.

"Burn one more boil, and don't burn."

"Oh."

An Ning let out another oh, and the ass fell, burning the fire.

The big iron pot with the small wooden stick was soon turned over again, and An Ning stopped adding firewood in his hand, sat on the small bench and watched the flame burn below, listening to its crackling sound.

Suddenly a little sleepy?

"Little Sister ———"

An Ning was frightened by a little sister, like a frightened little gopher, her body was straight, her head turned flexibly, looking for the direction of the sound.

An Guoming put one hand behind his back, and ran into the house a little wheezing.

"Little sister, guess what the second brother has in his hand?"

"Fingers."

An Ning's answer made An Guoming's original smug smile freeze on his face.

"Don't bring it like this, guess it."

"Oh, from the whole sparrow."

An Guoqing came in from outside the door, and immediately uncovered An Guoming's guessing game, and took the sparrow away, walked towards An Ning and said, "Little sister, the sparrow that the eldest brother picked up for you is just buried in the stove pit, and you can eat it in a while." ”

An Ning took the sparrow, a small bird that was not as big as a palm... Can you eat it?

In the interstellar world, she also ate some meat, but it was the meat of large beasts, and due to the lack of cooking knowledge, you can imagine how unpalatable the meat they made.

In short, after An Ning ate it once, he rarely ate it again, and of course it had something to do with the fact that the beast was not easy to hunt.

"Big brother! That's what I did, you're too-" An Guoming looked at An Guoqing who was staring at him, and immediately grinned and said, "It's too right." ”

An Guoming, who has the lowest force value, is definitely fast enough when it is time to admit it, and he will comfort himself that he is all his own family and will not be ashamed.

An Guoqing is also joking, if someone outside bullies An Guoming, he will be faster than anyone else.

"How?"

An Ning held up the little sparrow in his hand and asked humbly.

"Your second brother is doing well, let him help you."

An Guoqing went out from the back door after speaking, and An Guoming stepped forward in two steps and squatted next to An Ning.

"Second brother teaches you."

An Ning looked at An Guoming holding a wooden stick and said, "This fire can't be big, if it's too big, it will burn." ”

"Let's pull some of this ash, take a little bit of spark, bury the sparrow in it, and we'll be fine in a while."

An Ning nodded, and learned something new.

"Little sister, look?"

An Guoming took out a small sparrow from his pocket, handed it to An Ning and said, "You try?" ”

An Ning nodded, eager to try.

An Guoming watched An Ning learn what he had just done, buried the sparrow, and smiled happily and a little proudly.

The little sister is smart, like herself.

I don't know how much time has passed, but a strange fragrance wafted out from the edge of the stove pit, and mischievously burrowed into An Ning's nose.

She sucked hard twice with her beautiful little nose, and with each inhalation, her eyes brightened a little, and the corners of her mouth rose a little more.

Smells.

It smelled better than anything she had smelled in the interstellar world, and she couldn't help but think, she couldn't help but smell it, how delicious it should be to eat.

For the first time, she discovered that in addition to seeds, the attraction of other things on the ancient earth was also a little bigger.

"Second Brother ———"

"In a hurry? Right away. ”

After An Guoming finished speaking, he pulled a few times with a stick, and two black sparrow-like objects were exposed.

"Eat."

An Ning was extremely fast, picking up a sparrow with one hand and biting it down.

"Oops, hey, hey, Mao!"