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Chapter 105: Beggar's Chicken and Bamboo Rice

[69 Book Bar - www.] Zhao Gang was standing not far away and happened to hear their conversation. From the tone of his voice, Luo Siling respected Uncle Wang, the groom. But even so, don’t pretend to be cool. He was wearing big sunglasses.

He kept silent and his expression was stiff, as if he owed him millions.

Zhao Gang felt a little hungry. When he saw the old uncle smoking a dry cigarette, he walked over and lowered his voice and said, "Old uncle, can you get me some food? How much will it cost?"

The old uncle had always seen Zhao Gang talking. He felt that this young man's voice was very strange, a bit like a woman's voice. No wonder he kept silent.

"What do you want to eat? I can help you go to the village to buy it." The old uncle thought for a moment and said. At this moment, Uncle Wang, the groom, made a greeting gesture to Zhao Gang, then squatted down and took some food from his bag.

Take out a cleaned turkey and a small bag of white rice.

It turned out that he had brought food, and he said apologetically to the old uncle: "No need for now, thank you." Then he walked towards the groom.

By coincidence, Luo Siling also came over.

Zhao Gang and Luo Siling had always kept a distance of more than three meters from each other before, and he didn't expect that they would get together now. Luo Siling's proud chest was extremely attractive. Zhao Gang glanced at it inadvertently, and suddenly felt how different he was from the towering figure.

Yin Shen Mountain is a bit similar. My brain suddenly short-circuited for a few seconds, and my eyes were fixed on the towering peak of Luo Siling.

As a woman, no matter how well-educated she is, she cannot remain indifferent to such blatant teasing from a man, and anger immediately appears on her pretty face.

Zhao Gang suddenly smelled the other person's heartbeat suddenly speeding up, and then he came to his senses and found that he was staring at the other person's chest, and he quickly moved his eyes away.

Damn it! Zhao Gang secretly cursed himself, how could he be distracted at this time? He clearly felt the other party's anger. Fortunately, the other party did not yell, otherwise he would really stink.

His obscene behavior just now clearly left a very bad impression on the other party, and he was very upset with Zhao Gang. Although there was no possibility of any interaction between the two of them, it was very inappropriate to be so rude in front of such a stunning beauty.

The groom walked to the wild mangosteen growing on the river bank. The mangosteen was as big as the mouth of a bowl and grew very strong, about ten meters tall. The next scene left Zhao Gang stunned. He saw Uncle Wang standing on a thick tree.

In front of the mangosteen, he stepped on horseback and held the bamboo stem tightly with both hands. It seemed that without his exertion, the mangosteen was on the verge of falling. After shaking a few times, it was uprooted!

Zhao Gang's eyes suddenly widened. The scene in Water Margin in which Lu Zhishen uprooted a poplar tree was very exaggerated. This one is even more exaggerated! The root system of the wild mangosteen is so developed that it extends into the dry land. A Category 12 typhoon can only blow it off, but it cannot destroy it.

It was knocked down! This shows how much strength it takes to uproot it!

But the other party didn't seem to use all his strength, his face was neither red nor out of breath, as if nothing had happened. The old uncle on the side was dumbfounded. Is this something that ordinary people can do?

The surprise was not just that! Uncle Wang raised his hands like a sharp machete and easily chopped the long bamboo pole into several sections.

The old man had a big mouth. This is a wild mangosteen. It is very tough. It is difficult to cut it with a knife, let alone with your hands. In the past, when he came to chop bamboo, he had to prepare three or four machetes.

The opponent can actually be chopped off with the palm of his hand! What kind of palm is this!

The martial arts masters on TV are no different!

Zhao Gang was not only surprised but also surprised. No wonder he felt a sense of fear towards the other party before. It turned out that he had special skills. If he was hit by him, would he still have a way to survive? Now Zhao Gang finally understood why Luo Gang

Siling can walk thousands of kilometers without fear. With such a peerless master as her bodyguard, what should she be afraid of?

Zhao Gang secretly glanced at Luo Siling while being surprised. Her face was dull, as if she was used to it.

Uncle Wang handed a piece of bamboo to Zhao Gang with an expressionless face, then split the bamboo into two pieces with his palm, and then motioned to Zhao Gang to give him a try.

Zhao Gang smiled bitterly and said. How can I have such ability? Brother, you are too flattering to me. Could it be that he just saw him staring at Luo Siling's breasts and took the opportunity to teach him a lesson? Don't look at what is wrong, retribution is coming. I can't refuse it.

, we can only do it forcefully.

Zhao Gang took a deep breath, concentrated his strength on his right hand, gritted his teeth and struck the bamboo as big as the mouth of the bowl. The snap was not the sound of the bamboo breaking, but the sound of the flesh hitting the bamboo and the sound of collision. It hurt.

Zhao Gang was about to burst into tears.

Uncle Wang chopped another section of bamboo and signaled for Zhao Gang to continue.

Are you coming again? Zhao Gang was about to scold his father. He looked at Luo Siling on the side with a look of help. Even if he wanted to punish me, once would be enough. He didn’t really want me to cut off this bamboo.

Let's give up?

Luo Siling was very angry with Zhao Gang just now. She thought that Uncle Wang had seen what Zhao Gang had done to offend her, so he punished Zhao Gang. She frowned slightly, pretending not to notice, and she didn't dare to offend her like this even though she was so old.

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Luo Siling's cold face made Zhao Gang extremely angry. He accidentally stared at it for a while. Is that so? Damn it, I still don't believe it!

Zhao Gang's silence does not mean that he is weak. When he faced the gunmen, he did not flinch. He struck the bamboo again with great force. His hand was very painful, but the bamboo was not broken.

Zhao Gang thought it would be alright this time, but Uncle Wang chopped the bamboo again and asked Zhao Gang to continue.

Damn it! Zhao Gang got a little angry and stared at Luo Siling. This time he stared at Luo Siling's breasts blatantly. He was already designated as a gangster anyway, so he might as well stay a gangster to the end.

Zhao Gang's blood was surging, especially when he was staring at her chest. He felt that his heartbeat was speeding up, and a torrent seemed to surge in his heart. It was as if something had awakened in his body. His whole body was full of strength, and the palms that had been painful before turned out to be...

I can't feel the pain anymore.

Zhao Gang chopped the bamboo hard, and with a snap, the bamboo was broken, and he could not feel any pain in his palm.

What's going on? Zhao Gang is very strange. Could it be that his anger inspired his potential and split the bamboo?

Uncle Wang's eyes twitched, and then he picked up the chopped bamboo tube and went to the river to clean it.

Luo Siling was very curious. It was not unusual for Uncle Wang to be able to chop bamboo. It would be no problem for him to chop a big tree. But Zhao Gang was different. He was fair and clean. It was obvious at a glance that he was not a person who had practiced kung fu.

Moreover, he failed to split it twice, and the third time it broke.

Luo Siling's great curiosity actually made her forget that when Zhao Gang was cutting the bamboo just now, he was staring at her breasts unscrupulously.

Luo Siling felt that Zhao Gang was a bit mysterious when he was at Bao Jian's new home. The jars he bought at his old uncle's house and the chopped bamboo this time all concentrated on Zhao Gang, making it difficult for Luo Siling not to become curious.

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At this moment, Zhao Gang was also surprised. He carefully recalled the wonderful feeling in his body when he chopped the bamboo just now. It was as if something in his body had awakened. He could clearly feel that his blood was boiling. This feeling was very exciting.

wonderful.

Uncle Wang first cleaned the bamboo tube, then put the white rice in it, washed it and put it aside. Then he found moist red mud on the river bank, then found a large banana leaf, and wrapped the seasoned raw chicken.

Finally, it was wrapped in red mud. After everything was prepared, dry wood was found, a fire was lit, and the raw chicken wrapped in red mud was roasted on the fire.

This is a famous dish - beggar's chicken. Put white rice and water in a bamboo tube and bake them together on the fire. This is to make bamboo tube rice. Uncle Wang's was clean and neat, so he obviously cooks it often.

Zhao Gang had been wondering why his body had such a sudden change, Luo Siling was full of curiosity about Zhao Gang, and Uncle Wang was also a little curious about Zhao Gang. In short, the three of them had their own thoughts.

Uncle Wang skillfully rolled the beggar's chicken on the shelf, looking at Zhao Gang from the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Zhao, can you let me take a look at the cat feeding jar?" Luo Siling always felt that the jar was very special and wanted to take a good look at it at this time.

Zhao Gang was slightly stunned. Did she know the origin of this jar? He opened the bag and handed the jar to Luo Siling. He really hoped that she could see the origin of this jar.

Luo Siling took the jar and looked at it carefully for a long time. She just felt that this jar was very special, but she couldn't tell what was special about it. Finally, she returned the jar to Zhao Gang with great confusion.

"Mr. Zhao, does he know the age of this jar?" Luo Siling couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Gang shook his head. He only knew that this jar had a very long history, but he really didn't know which dynasty it belonged to.

"Mr. Zhao, did you take a fancy to this jar and asked Mr. Dong Jingjian to buy it in the name of buying a cat?" Luo Siling asked again.

Zhao Gang nodded first, and then shook his head. Zhao Gang also wanted to speak, but the hateful sissy words would frighten people to death.

Asked twice in a row, Zhao Gang either shook his head or nodded. This kind of conversation made Luo Siling very unaccustomed, and his attitude made her feel despised, and a ball of anger arose in her heart. She had never been used to it.

No one treated her like this. Among the people she had come into contact with, they were all respectful and polite to her. How could anything like this happen to her? Suddenly, she thought of those eyes when he chopped the bamboo just now.

Staring at his own breasts!

Zhao Gang is undoubtedly an alternative!

Zhao Gang saw Luo Siling frowning and thinking about something, with a slight hint of anger on her pretty face. He knew that she must be a little annoyed, and he couldn't see the origin of the jar, so he immediately felt compassion.
Chapter completed!
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