When the wind that swept the yellow sand blew, the prey curled up in the chicken pen was indeed affected.

The tarps and chicken pens had been blown away, but the wind had not been able to carry them away because of the wall behind them, and they remained in the front yard covered in yellow sand for the time being.

Wen Qizhou waited for the wind to lighten, put on goggles and masks, and walked to the front yard with flashlights to look for prey.

Wisps of white light pierced through the yellow sand, guiding them in the direction where their prey was hiding, and they walked forward step by step against the wind and sand.

The prey hides in the corner and shivers.

They were frightened, and when they saw the humans approaching, they flapped their wings and ran around the courtyard, and it took a lot of effort for everyone to catch them back to the living room one after another.

"Two pheasants were stoned to death." Wen Qizhou put down the bloodied pheasant, stood by the door and stomped his feet, causing the yellow sand on his body to fall down.

The rest of the people also shook off the yellow sand.

Seeing that the top of their hair and bare skin were still covered with sand, Mingzhang said: "You guys hurry up and wash it, don't fall into the bowl later, and eat a mouthful of sand." ”

Xie Changxiao smiled: "Yellow sand bibimbap is also good." He patted his arm and teased Xun Song: "Xun Song, do you want to try?" ”

Xun Song: "......"

He's not stupid.

Xun Song "hummed", pushed Xie Changxiao's leg vigorously, and walked in the direction of the kitchen: "Go and scoop up the water!" ”

The kitchen has a water tank for water storage.

They scooped a bucket of water in turn, carried the bucket into the bathroom to wash, and Wen Qizhou took two sets of unworn clothes to Ge Huai and Yan Shuo, so that they would not have to go next door again.

The bathroom was filled with the sound of running water.

Chi Yue raised her wrist, her eyes fell on the dial worn by her wrist bone, and seeing that it was approaching lunchtime, she got up and walked into the kitchen, calling Ge Qinyao and Wen Yaxian to give her a hand.

She put the chicken cut into pieces, put it in a stainless steel round basin, add cooking wine and oyster sauce to marinate for about 15 minutes, pour peanut oil into the pot, stir-fry it, sprinkle the green onions, ginger and garlic prepared by Wen Yaxian, and then pour the chicken into it and stir-fry.

Until the color of the chicken turns white, add a little bean paste, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce and sugar, stir-fry to taste, pour boiling warm water over the chicken, wait for five or six minutes, and then pour in a pot of potato pieces cut by Ge Qinyao.

While simmering, she moved to another pot on the stove and fried a dish of diced rabbit with fresh peppers.

"Qin Yao, is the rice cooked?" She held the spatula in the gap between stir-frying the rabbit, and turned her head to look at Ge Qinyao.

"It's coming."

"Then you call Ge Huai to come over and make a rabbit head."

The rabbit head was handled by Wen Yaxian, and after she came out of the pot, she just made room for Ge Huai, and he made the spicy rabbit head.

Not long after, the three-course meal was served.

The amount of roast chicken with potatoes and diced rabbit with fresh pepper was enough for eleven of them to eat, but the number of spicy rabbit heads was very small.

"Taste it." Ge Huai thoughtfully cut the six rabbit heads in half and asked each of them to clip half of them to taste the taste.

Except for Mingzhang's master and apprentice and the Ge family brothers and sisters, the rest of the people had never eaten rabbit heads, and under the urging of Ge Huai's eyes, they stretched out their chopsticks to clip half of them with curiosity.

Rabbit head has less meat.

At Ge Huai's suggestion, they pulled out the meat on the gills and sent it to their mouths to taste carefully.

The spicy and sweet, sweet and numb flavor instantly filled everyone's mouths, and they chewed twice with strange faces, and there was really no way to say "delicious" against their will.

"Also...... Ahem, not bad. Yan Shuo choked on the extremely irritating spicy taste, and covered his lips and coughed twice.

Yun Qi echoed very face-saving and said, "I think too." He silently ate a piece of chicken to suppress the strange smell.

Ge Huai smiled with satisfaction.

His gaze wandered, and his gaze fell on the others, as if he did not want to be evaluated by them, and refused to give up.

“…… There are a bit of cayenne peppers. Chi Yue didn't want to hit him, so he only said: "People with light tastes are not very acceptable." ”

"Okay, then I'll put less next time." Ge Huai humbly accepted the suggestion, and then asked, "How do you feel?" ”

"It's good." A pair of eyes full of anticipation, including Xie Changxiao, couldn't bear to find fault with him.

But he really didn't have talent.

In order to avoid wasting food and causing damage to their taste buds, they made up their minds not to let him show their hands again.

Ge Huai didn't know how "hateful" their thoughts were, so he was immersed in praise and happily picked up his meal.

Just as he racked his brains to think of new dishes and prepare surprises for them, there was a knock on the door.

The sound of "knock knock" fell.

"Xiaowen, are you at home?"

"Yes." Hearing Zheng Yuanyang's voice, Wen Qizhou put down his chopsticks, got up and walked to the door, opened the door and invited him in.

Zheng Yuanyang's raincoat was stained with yellow sand.

He was worried that Huang Sha would fly to the dining table, and he had no intention of going inside, so Wen Qizhou simply brought two low stools over and motioned for him to sit down and speak: "Brother Zheng, have you eaten?" ”

"Eat." He turned off the flashlight and put his hands on his knees: "I forgot to tell you before, there are often sandstorms in Honggou Village, and each time it lasts for a long time. You weren't scared, were you? Is there enough food to eat? ”

"Enough to eat." Wen Qizhou picked up the kettle and poured him a glass of warm water: "We were indoors at the time, and there was no danger, but we didn't adapt to the sandstorm for the first time." ”

"It's normal, Ah Hui and I also went through two or three times before we slowly got used to it." Zheng Yuanyang took two sips of steaming tea, and patiently told them the precautions.

Honggou Village is close to the desert and is frequently harassed by sandstorms, and he and Lu Hui's mother and son have lived in the village for almost a year, and they have gradually figured out a set of ways to deal with sandstorms.

He spoke in great detail, and when he heard the prayer boat and the people sitting at the table, they all pricked up their ears and listened carefully to his experience.

"Brother Zheng." Chi Yue waited for him to finish speaking, and asked about the frequency of sandstorms: "How many sandstorms have there been this year?" ”

"Count today four times."

"How long did the first three last?"

Zheng Yuanyang recalled seriously: "The first time was half a month, the second time was eight or nine days, and the third time was close to four months. ”

"So long?"

"Well, I heard that there was one time the year before last that lasted for eight months, and I don't know if it's true or not."

He recalled the situation described by the Yang family, and suddenly thought of one thing: "By the way, has the Yang family looked for you?" ”

(End of chapter)