Song Shushu woke up early in the morning, and felt strange, it was usually the east of the village, the big rooster of Brother Feng's family, and the news of dawn woke people up, but today it was extremely quiet, and there was no chicken.

How did he know that Brother Feng was standing in the yard, pinching the neck of a big red rooster with the largest size, almost waist-high, and he was not allowed to call, it didn't crow, and the other roosters were stretching their necks, and the birds quietly snorted twice, even if the report was over.

Song Shushu got up and cooked a big pot of porridge, made some boiled pickles with cucumbers, radishes, and celery leaves.

When the first rays of the sun illuminated the courtyard, Lao Hou waited for the monsters to come together, had breakfast, and brought the wood in, and when the demon yuan surged, the sawdust fell, and each wooden bottle with its own characteristics was made.

The bottle made by Lao Hou has a slender bottle body, which looks stingy, but it has a bony beauty.

The bottle in Brother Feng's hand is extraordinarily slender, and the carving on the bottle body is as gorgeous as it is, in contrast, the potbelly bottle made by Tiger Xiaolin can't be seen, it's like a child playing at home.

The bottle made by Aunt Xiong is the most heroic, although it is not as fine as the bottle made by Brother Feng and Lu Cao'er, but it has a bold beauty.

Aunt Xiong looked at the snow-white bottle in her hand, and then looked at a finger-sized hole in the belly of the bottle, shook her head and said pity.

"Oak wood is not made of wood, there are too many insects in it!"

Aunt Xiong said, and pulled out a small finger-sized snow-white flesh worm from the small hole.

The snow-white fat meat worms were gushing in Aunt Xiong's hands, and she felt disgusting when she looked at it.

And this insect is not one or two, among the wood squares that came from the town, there are seven or eight oak wood, this kind of wood fungus is a good hand, but it can't be used as a material at all, it must be which profiteer is indiscriminate.

These oak wood squares, if you look closely, have large and small holes, they have long been stationed by insects, and they look like they are still in harmony, in fact, let alone being wood, even the fire is too bad.

From the wood, a lot of snow-white, fleshy insects were pulled out, the big ones were as big as the fingers, and the small ones were as big as the little fingers.

In Song Shushu's memory, when he was a child, his mother seemed to use this kind of thing called firewood, fried it with oil, and then sprinkled with salt noodles, which was a plate of good dishes with wine, saying that it was more fragrant than meat, but he didn't dare to eat it, maybe ...... This thing is really edible.

Seven or eight wooden squares have collected hundreds of snow-white flesh insects, looking at the fleshy insects, Song Shushu suddenly has an appetite!

Could it be that I've had too much contact with youkai and even the recipes have changed?

Hu Li grinned: "It's so disgusting, Brother Feng hurry up and take it back to feed the chickens!"

Brother Feng's slender brows furrowed slightly, his face was reluctant, and he was disgusted.

Song Shushu said cautiously: "I heard that this thing is very fragrant after being sprinkled with pepper and salt, do any of you want to try it?"

"What, you want to eat bugs?" called Hu Li on the spot.

"I want to try!" Song Shushu said very firmly.

Lao Hou, the Lu family, and Aunt Xiong all showed incredible looks on their faces.

Hu Xiaolin's big cake face, as soon as a strange look appeared, Hu Li stomped on his toes, glared fiercely, and said to Song Shushu extremely gently: "Try it if you want to, do you want to clean up this thing?

Song Shushu recalled his mother's practice back then, it seems that he really doesn't need to clean up, just wash the wood residue, this insect eats wood and is clean.

When Song Shushu went to the kitchen with the basin, Hu Li's little face was lifted, she glared viciously, and said angrily in her throat: "I said what happened to you?

"What's wrong?" Tiger Roaring Forest asked, scratching his head, confused.

Hu Li shouted: "Haven't you seen it yet, Village Chief Xiao Song is in the town, he was frightened by the cultivators, his mind is a little confused, and now he is starting to eat insects, at this time he needs to be comforted, he needs to be affirmed, you still stimulate him, in case he runs away, where can we find a communication messenger!"

Aunt Xiong smiled and said, "I think you're afraid that your man will run away!"

Hu Li stretched out her hands and said confidently: "There is indeed a reason for this!"

Aunt Xiong sighed faintly, and her white and round face, which was as white and round as a steamed bun, showed a melancholy look, and said lightly: "He is a human race, and he will leave sooner or later!"

Lao Hou caught a glimpse of the melancholy expression on Aunt Xiong's face, his face turned blue, he slammed the table with a heavy bang, and shouted angrily: "You can't forget that human race, why are you coming back? You go to him, how good it is for a family of three to live together!"

"It's not that you can't find it!" Aunt Xiong said in a low voice.

Song Shushu was in the kitchen, vaguely heard them muttering, and then heard the roar of Lao Hou and the whispering of Aunt Xiong, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, poor Lao Hou, not only was he cuckolded at the beginning, but now he is also regarded as the No. 1 spare tire in Tianzi!

Hu Li followed and slapped the table heavily and roared: "You guys are so, go home and tear up your own mouth, don't block my man here!"

Hu Li roared like this, and sure enough, there was no movement.

Song Shushu was busy in the kitchen, not to mention how moved he was in his heart, he knew that those monsters would suppress the fire in order to accommodate themselves!

The oil in the pot was hot, and the white fat firewood worm got out of the pot, and in the sound of oil, it didn't take long for the white fat insect to turn golden, and an indescribable fragrance came to the nose, and it spread to the hall, and a group of monsters were constantly snorting.

The insects were fried to a browned color, and Song Shushu fished them out, sprinkled pepper and salt on them, and took advantage of the situation to serve them, and then a group of people and demons stared at each other, looking at the round, fragrant fried firewood insects, and kept swallowing saliva, but no one dared to be the first to put down the chopsticks.

As soon as Song Shushu wanted to copy the chopsticks, he made a sample first, Hu Li reached out and picked up a meat worm wrapped in salt and pepper, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll taste it first!

As he spoke, as soon as he closed his eyes, he threw it directly into his mouth, chewing it crunching, but the little face was already distorted.

As Hu Li chewed the insects, the expression on her face gradually relaxed, and when she opened her eyes again, those big eyes were already shiny like light bulbs.

"It's delicious!" Huli exclaimed, reaching out and picking up another.

Hu Li's surprise did not let Brother Feng wait for the monster to follow, but looked at her with a puzzled face, seriously suspecting that this little girl wanted to connect them with a pit.

Song Shushu plucked up his courage, picked up a burnt meat worm, gritted his teeth, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

Immediately after, his eyes also lit up, the fleshy insects were fried to charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and when he bit into it, in addition to the soft bullet of the meat, there was also a greasy and greasy burst of pulp!

It's disgusting to say, but it's a wonderful taste that only those who really taste it can feel.