Song Shushu was in a good mood, so naturally he prepared his lunch very carefully.

Now Song Shushu doesn't cook very hard, anyway, he can bluff it casually, and it is much better than the pig food cooked by these monsters.

Song Shushu took out the treasured oil zila, baked some pies, the oil zila pancakes are delicious and delicious, they are greasy, palm-sized cakes, and the pot-bellied man can eat three or five sheets, and he will sweep the top neck.

Accompanied by a large pot of shredded potato soup, the soup made of starchy potatoes has a thick simplicity and taste, in order to make the soup fresh, Song Shushu deliberately put in a few spoons of chicken soup left yesterday, so that the simple soup becomes more delicious.

The Breuk pickles are also soaked, washed twice, simply squeezed the water, and then simply added minced garlic, soy sauce and monosodium glutamate to taste, and then a spoonful of chili oil.

Hu Li only ate one and a half oily zila pies, and she couldn't eat them anymore, and then quietly stuffed the remaining half into Song Shushu's bowl.

Seeing Song Shushu eating it without mind, suddenly the joy on his little face was even stronger, this is the manifestation of intimacy.

Hu Xiaolin was so tired that his throat was moving, and he almost vomited it, and kept drinking shredded potato soup down the way, and then desperately stuffed most of the remaining half of the pie into his mouth, and the oil stains flowed down the corners of his mouth, and he felt tired of eating it, let alone eating it himself.

When Brother Feng also began to soak rice in shredded potato soup, eating it gently and elegantly, and his brows were stretched, looking very delicious, Song Shushu was not calm at once, there was chicken soup in it!

In the end, Song Shushu decided to keep quiet, otherwise, Brother Feng might not be able to accept such an ending.

After getting a few large wine barrels, Song Shushu once again drove the tractor and pulled the monsters out of the village, and then plunged into the dense forest.

There was Wu Tiangui's restriction before, and no one dared to use more demon power, but now it is different, Lao Wang Ba himself abused demon power and made a single bed for Song Shushu.

He had a very bad head, these monsters have long been suffocated, although they don't have to be happy, they can have a good time.

Picking fruits with demonic power is like opening a cheat, berries and wildflowers of various colors, clinging to the bushes, converge into small rivers, and drill into the big baskets, crackling and listening to the distress, I don't know how many are broken.

The tractor ran from the village to the forest for more than half an hour, but the whole process of picking fruit took less than two minutes, and the large flower basket brought was stuffed to the brim.

Especially those blue-purple, with hoarfrost persimmons, that is, wild blueberries, don't look small, blue and purple with this purple red, look more delicate than those big guys on the market, small jasper-like, look at it is rare, the number accounts for more than half.

Lift all the baskets to the tractor, and the buckets are full, and the two large buckets will not fit in the pulp.

The tractor had just driven out of the woods and walked along the river, and not far away, several dark shadows were gathering at the water's edge and fluttering, and then a large fish more than two feet long rose into the air, fluttered and fell into the water.

The black shadows rushed up and circled around the big fish.

When he got closer, Song Shushu was surprised to find that there were four or five big rats with huge bodies, not counting the tails, which had to be more than a foot long.

Otherwise, this place in Ganxi Village is a treasure of feng shui, even the rat can grow so big, and even go into the water to catch fish, and catch big fish.

"Hey, it's a water mouse!" exclaimed Tiger Roaring Forest in surprise, and then jumped out of the car with a whoosh, and ran straight towards the big rats.

The tiger roared like a tank, and immediately frightened the rats into scattering and fled, and the big fish, which was more than two feet long, also fluttered in the shallow water, bowing and jumping into the deep water.

"Hah!"

Tiger Xiaolin shouted, rose into the air, plopped a piece and slapped it flat in the water, and when he stood up wet, he was already carrying the big fish more than two feet long and still flicking its tail in his hand.

"Little Song Village Chief, look, it's a big fat head!"

Tiger Roaring Lin happily ran back with the big fish, and behind him, several big rats squeaked, as if in protest.

Hu Xiaolin suddenly turned over and pounced back, and one of the biggest rats didn't have time to escape, so he was directly pressed under his hand and picked up by the back of his neck.

Tiger Xiaolin ran towards Song Shushu with a big fish in one hand and a big mouse in the other.

Big fat fish stewed with tofu or something, not to mention how beautiful it tastes, but what do you mean by carrying a big mouse?

Hu Xiaolin threw the fish into the car bucket, and then held the big mouse and said to Song Shushu: "Little Song Village Chief, this water mouse has been skinned and blooded, and the meat is old and tender!"

"You take this mouse away!"

Song Shushu looked at the big rat with the big teeth outside his lips, and his heart was full of grunts, it is said that there are rats in the south, and there are also special rat jerky, which are sold expensive.

I really can't accept this kind of food!

Could it be that this tiger roaring forest, the recipe is still somewhat similar to that of cats?

Hu Xiaolin's big cake face was full of seriousness and said: "Village Chief Xiao Song, this is not a mouse, it is a water mouse!"

"Water rats are also rats!" Song Shushu said with a dark face.

Seeing Song Shushu's resolute attitude, Hu Li was still glaring at him vigorously, Hu Xiaolin threw the water mouse behind him with some pity, and climbed into the car.

As soon as he got on the car, Lao Hou said coldly: "These baskets of persimmons are stained with fishy smell, and I can't brew wine, you can eat them all for me!"

Hu Xiaolin looked at the persimmons in the four baskets nearby, and his big face immediately turned bitter, eating so many persimmons, even if it was a monster, he would have to sour his teeth.

Song Shushu looked at the big fat head, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, anyway, we don't need so much wine, I'll take it to the town to sell it when I go back, I see that there are mountain goods there!"

"Give me the money from the sale to buy wine!"

As soon as Song Shushu wanted to agree, Brother Feng said lightly: "Why!"

Hu Li also pouted and said: "My man's contribution is not less than anyone else's, why can't he get a share!"

The two members of the Lu family hurriedly nodded, and Lu Cao'er said: "I still want to buy some small toys for the child, maybe the child will be born with such a hook!"

"Okay, okay, isn't it just persimmon at all, how can you compete so much, besides, Lao Hou still wants to make wine!" Aunt Xiong is supporting Lao Hou.

Song Shushu was a little troubled by the noise, even if it was a monster in the village, it was inevitable that there would be disagreements and contradictions because of the different positions of the buttocks.