Jiu Mu thought about it, it was the most important thing to be able to show some sincerity in front of the little uncle, as for whether it was good or not, just do your best, thinking of this, she smiled at Wushuang and said, "Okay, then the mortal senior brother will start preaching." ”

With that, he rolled up his sleeves, packed up his ropes, and prepared to dry.

This perfect tonic soup uses black chicken as the base material for the best nourishing effect.

So Wushuang lifted the black chicken that had been processed with sundries to the cutting board, and said, "Come on, cut it into pieces first." ”

Jiumu looked at the black chicken that had been dehaired on the cutting board, and the black and swarthy hairless meat fetus was stripped of its internal organs, and the head and tail were removed, leaving a meat rack without a head and tail, which was really miserable.

Jiumu blinked his eyes, and said silently to the black chicken: You chicken, when you were alive, must have done something immoral to end up like this, look at your black and transparent from beginning to end, and your bad character has produced such a look.

Wushuang saw that she was holding a kitchen knife in both hands, but she couldn't get down, so she urged, "Xiao Jiu, you have to pile it down, and if you are so deadlocked, I am afraid that this chicken will rush to reincarnation." ”

"Oh. Jiumu nodded, closed his eyes and shouted, "Don't blame me for being rude, you should die early and get out of life early." ”

After speaking, he slashed and slashed at the black chicken, and dismantled it into eight pieces.

There was a rush of "stomping and stomping ......", and the war drums filled the entire dining room like loud, and the guys all stopped what they were doing, looked at it in unison, and then looked at it one by one.

One of the young men smiled and said to the old man next to him, "Master, is she killing chickens or killing people?"

The old man patted the young man on the head and said, "It doesn't look like it, I think it's like the chicken is going to kill her." ”

The little man couldn't help but listen to it, and he let out a "poof" and laughed heartily.

"Okay, Xiao Jiu, it's almost. Wushuang stood next to him and said embarrassedly.

After Jiumu heard this, he stopped his movements, quietly opened his eyes and took a look, only to see that the black chicken, which was still full of beards and tails, was now a blurred flesh and blood spread on the cutting board, with broken muscles and veins, indistinguishable flesh and bones, and a puddle of plasma.

This bloody scene and the smell of food came to his nose, and Jiumu's stomach turned over for a while, and he almost couldn't help but vomit.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you really wouldn't have known that the fragrant soup you usually had in your mouth would have been obtained like this.

Now that I have seen this, in the future, if it is related to chickens, I am afraid that I will never be able to eat it again.

Wushuang looked at the broken bones and meat pulp on this cutting board, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, he was really embarrassed, I was afraid that no matter how good the cooking skills were, looking at the scene in front of him, I didn't know how to start.

Besides, it's just a chicken, and she killed it into such a miserable appearance, this chicken died so unhappily, if there is a spirit in the sky, I am afraid that she will also be scolded.

Seeing that Wushuang looked at the chicken and didn't speak, Jiumu asked, "Senior Brother mortal, what about next?"

The corners of Wushuang's mouth twitched, "Next, burn wood and light the fire." ”

"It's not easy. Jiumu clapped his hands neatly, then walked to the stove, picked up his skirt and squatted down, and stuffed the chopped firewood into a stove, so he wanted to use some spiritual power to lead the fire, and suddenly paused, thinking that since it only makes sense to do it yourself, how can he use spiritual power?

Presumably, the guy in the dining room asked for a fire fold, and blew the fire fold, and finally saw the signs of ignition.

"Xiao Jiu, are you okay?" Wushuang asked as he looked at her.

"Don't worry, I won't be able to make a fire. Then he threw the fire into the stove.

After a long time, and didn't see half of the flame come out, Jiumu poked his head into the mouth of the stove hall and took a look, thinking that the hard-tied wood was not easy to burn, and he stuffed too much, so it couldn't burn.

Find out the reason, get up and find some soft materials, like firewood and orange rice stalks, take out the hard firewood from the stove one by one, and stuff these soft firewood into the stove one by one, clap your hands, and throw a fire fold into it, waiting for the fire to come.

Wushuang frowned, and asked again, "Or, I'll come, right?"

Jiumu didn't want to fake his hands to others, and looked at Wushuang's anxious face, so he said, "Mortal senior brother, don't worry, it's okay right away, it's good right away." ”

Sure enough, there was some movement in the stove hall, and then a few small explosions sounded one after another, and I saw a stream of gunpowder smoke slowly drifting out of it.

Jiumu was overjoyed, clapping his hands and shouting, "It's on, it's on." ”

Wushuang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, one or two, three, and countless streams of black smoke rolled out of the stove, and the black smoke instantly filled the entire dining room.

The guys were so smoked that they couldn't open their eyes in an instant, and the sound of coughing came and went.

"I said, Little Ninth Girl, isn't it too tidal for you to get that firewood?" said the old man, coughing.

Last night, the rain god gave a light rain, presumably the soft wood has not dried yet, and today the guy forgot to take it out to dry, so she took the first step to use it.

Jiumu listened to the old man's words, and while understanding his nose, he probed into the stove, and he didn't pay attention to whether the firewood was dry or not, and it was really a little damp to the touch at this time.

After such a toss, Jiumu couldn't help but let out a big breath and scolded at the stove, "It's just a stove, how can it be more delicate than others?"

After speaking, he picked up a long wooden stick next to him, covered his nose and poured anger on the stove hall with a messy bucket to relieve his hatred, "Don't eat hard, don't eat soft, it's too damp, it's too wet, tomorrow I will dismantle you to do soil cultivation, see if you dare to wait so hard." ”

Suddenly, as if the stove hall understood the human words, the "boom" exploded and the Jiumu Yunxiang people turned over on their backs, and the raging flames shot out from the stove hall, and they were about to burn the person before they stopped.

"Little Jiu. Wushuang screamed, and with a quick hand, he lifted her up from the front of the stove hall and extinguished the flames that erupted from the stove.

turned around and looked again, only to see that her pink clothes were not black, gray and not gray, the green silk in front of her forehead exploded, and her pink face was smeared gray and black.

"Little Nine Girl, are you going to burn down the dining room?" The young man who had just experienced a gunsmoke was thrilled to see that she almost caused a fire again.

The old man also said, "Little Ninth Girl, you threw so many fire folds into that stove, and the wet wood was burned and there was thick smoke, and the smoke dispersed and the firewood was almost smoked dry. ”

Jiumu patted the dust on his body and suddenly realized, it turns out that to make a fire, you have to have such knowledge.