I saw Ma Duhe free a hand to open the cover door on the iron cover hanging in the air, and then naturally stuffed the big white goose into it. Its two feet just stretched out from the two large eyelets at the bottom of the iron cover, riding like a horse on the fence between the two eyelets at the bottom of the iron cover, of course, it is not a horse, how can there be the scenery and comfort of horseback riding.

At this time, the big white goose is more comfortable, because it doesn't have to ride on it at all, and when its two feet are stretched out, Ma Duhe also uses the cloth to wipe the smooth top of the anvil below, so that its two feet stand on the top of the anvil steadily, and the top of the anvil is about half covered by the two webbed toes of the big white goose. Ma Duhe said to himself excitedly, okay! And stick out your thumb.

What is good? We don't know what's good? The man with the monkey's cheeks was picking again.

You don't even see the name of the house at once. Ma Duhe pointed to the big white goose standing on the top of the anvil and said, "Do you see?" Its two flipper toes are now only half of the anvil plane, and I'm going to make its two flipper toes bigger right away, and cover the anvil plane entirely, or almost all.

He closed the door of the iron cover and slammed it shut. The big white goose had a depressing feeling of being imprisoned in the hood, so he jumped a few times, but he couldn't break free, so he didn't jump, and he was honest.

From time to time, some people in the crowd shouted, what the hell are you doing when you cross the river? You imprisoned the big white goose in an iron cover and put it in jail! Ma Duhe shook his hand and said don't shout, don't shout, and immediately you can see this big white goose dancing ballet on the anvil.

I saw Ma Duhe call his father to come and pull the hanging iron cover of the big white goose to the side, and the big white goose, which was not able to put his feet on the top of the anvil, really rode on the railing at the bottom of the iron cover like a horse.

When Ma Feilong pulled the iron cover, perhaps the force was unbalanced, and the big white goose was beating its wings in the iron cover, but it was limited by the cover wall that could not stretch its fists and feet, which made it frightened and unable to calm down for a long time.

Ma Duhe said, Dad, you just hold on to the iron cover and stand there for the time being.

Ma Duma calmly rubbed his hands, walked over and picked up a pair of tongs, and reached into the charcoal stove, which was a little hot from a distance, and the iron plate inside had been burned for so long, it was already as red as a tongue of fire, so that he could rarely immediately distinguish which was a tongue of fire and which was an iron plate.

He poked it in with tongs, and felt that the hard thing must be an iron plate, and then looked closely, yes, so he picked up the iron plate, turned around and walked back, and put the red-hot iron plate on the anvil, which was not too big or small, and just covered it, and the hot iron plate was still shining with sparks, making a hissing sound.

At this moment, Ma Duhe raised his hands in a confrontational manner, and muttered in his mouth, everyone pay attention to the trick! He turned back to Ma Feilong and said, "Dad let go."

Ma Feilong put the iron cover down, and the iron cover returned to its original position. The poor white goose that was locked in naturally stretched out the webbed toes on its legs from the bottom of the cover, and landed on the hot iron plate covering the top of the anvil without obliqueness, and it was so hot that it really made a painful performance on it like a ballet—

The big white goose's wings beat but did not use it, and it could not break free, and its two legs alternately jumped on the iron plate quickly, picked up its right leg, and landed on it with its left leg; Picking up the left leg, the right leg fell on it, and it just wanted to keep the left and right legs on it to avoid burns.

But it couldn't do it, because the vicious owner had designed it, the center of gravity of its body drooped, and the flipped toes of the goose legs just landed on the iron plate, and the only thing it could do was to jump left and right, right and left, and dodge the hot iron plate as best as best and as fast as possible.

In any case, it was in vain, it could not control the center of gravity of its body, and it was only a second or two before the left leg jumped up, and the right leg that was so hot and painful that it had to be picked up, and the left leg had to fall and step on it; It was only a second or two before his right leg had to fall and step on it again.

At this moment, the onlookers were full of thunderous applause. The cheers, whistles, and laughter are intertwined, clearly choreographing this cruel and wonderful program for Lima to cross the river. Ma Duhe was so excited that he asked loudly in an interactive tone, is this show good-looking? Everyone replied in unison, it looks good! If it's good, there's a little more applause. Ma Duhe let out a speech, and applause rose again.

At this time, the left and right legs of the big white goose were beating on the anvil more often than at first, and it may have been numb in pain, but it was still jumping. Because of the slower jumping, the two webbed toes on the legs of the big white goose can be seen obviously, they are swollen and fat, and the initial beige gradually turns to burnt yellow. The two webbed toes were originally skinny, but now they are so fat that they can almost cover the fairly large iron plate.

Ma Duhe whispered to Ma Feilong, who was standing on the side to watch the excitement and the moment, and Ma Feilong nodded and left here temporarily.

Ma Du He raised his hand, and he wanted to exaggerate the atmosphere, did you see? The two webbed toes of the big white goose, have they become bigger? No one answered, and Ma Duhe raised his voice again and explained:

Do you know how the two webbed toes of this big white goose become fatter? Let me tell you, as soon as the two webbed toes of this big white goose touch the hot iron on the anvil, because the pain is unbearable, it will naturally keep beating, then the blood on its body will keep congesting the two webbed toes, the more the blood fills the more fierce, and in the case of being burned by the heat, its two webbed toes will become more and more fat.

If you chop off its two webbed toes and process them into appetizers, do you think it's delicious? Crispy or not crispy, gluttonous or not gluttonous?

Delicious! Delicious! Some of the onlookers shouted excitedly, I can drink half a catty of wine more with such a way of eating.

The sharp-beaked monkey cheek man was asking again, hey, Ma Du He, you use a red-hot iron plate to burn the webbed toes of the big white goose to fat and tender yellow, and there is a little fragrant burnt smell, if you call it a dish, what is its name?

You wait, I'll talk about that later. Ma Duhe saw that Ma Feilong brought a bowl with a little water in it, he took the bowl, turned around and preached to the onlookers, do you know that this bowl is filled with a little salt water. What it does, you see.

I saw Ma Duhe sprinkle the salt water in the bowl on the two flippers of the big white goose that was still jumping and jumping, and then turned around, looked at everyone with standing eyes, and said in a mocking tone, if you don't sprinkle some salt water, won't this big white goose flipper toe dish being processed taste bland and tasteless?

Some onlookers laughed, but the big white goose that had been tortured in the burning seemed to be crying. Its eyes are slightly closed, and there are no tears, and its crying without tears is more sad than crying with tears.

It seemed to be dying, its slender neck drooping, and the white and messy feathers on it were like a piece of filial piety cloth prepared for its own death in advance. It jumped left and right on both feet more and more slowly, and finally stopped altogether, so that the feathers on both legs could be seen to be burned to pieces, and the air was filled with the smell of feathers and flesh burning.