As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 294 I picked up a child by the river
The whole village, old and young, got together to chop and cut the meat, thread the meat on skewers, and light the stove. After an hour, all kinds of meat skewers were finally put on the grill.
Shen Qingqing first gave a hands-on demonstration, telling everyone how to control the heat, sprinkle seasonings, and turn the meat skewers.
Not long after the meat skewers were placed on the charcoal fire, oil began to leak out. The golden and shiny oil droplets slowly slid down the texture of the mutton, and finally fell on the red-hot iron rack, making a lively sound of sizzling.
At the same time, the aroma of the mutton is stimulated.
It's not just the smell of mutton, but also the smell of charcoal fire, the smell of spices... That strange smell is like a little thorn with a hook, which makes everyone's mouth water.
Before Shen Qingqing's meat skewers were ready, someone rushed to other grills to get started on their own.
There was indeed a thick-skinned child who stole the family's New Year's pork rack and roasted it on the fire. Naturally, his mother twisted his ears and gave him a severe lesson.
Compared with those children whose ears were twisted, the four cubs of the Meng family are much happier.
Erbao and Sibao became small cooks, helping Shen Qingqing, going back and forth, and were very busy.
Dabao and Sanbao happily sat on the stones by the river and ate skewers, smelling the aroma of the meat and listening to the sound of the rushing stream. It was so comfortable.
While they were eating happily, the two brothers discovered that there was a strange child in front of them. The child had a round face and round eyes. He also had a round little knot on his head, with a bright yellow flower pinned to it.
, the clothes are old and old, and he looks like a little beggar.
The little beggar was staring eagerly at the big roasted wings in Meng Qiyu's hand, his eyes were straight and there was a shiny circle of saliva on his mouth, and he almost said "I want to eat roasted wings" written on his face.
Meng Qiyu looked at her warily, silently holding the skewers and taking a few steps back. While returning them, she muttered: "These are the chicken wings that my mother roasted specially for me. I can't share them with you!"
When the little beggar heard his words, the corners of his mouth suddenly dropped. He turned his head dejectedly and looked at the mutton skewers in Meng Qifeng's hand. He seemed to want to say something, but he moved his lips and held back.
Meng Qifeng suddenly felt that the meat skewers in his hand were a little hot, so he took the initiative to hand them to her and asked, "Here, do you want to eat them?"
The little beggar sniffed, looked at the fragrant meat skewers in front of him, and then looked at Meng Qifeng, who had a sincere face, and grinned, "Thank you, brother."
The little beggar took the meat skewers and started to gnaw them hungrily. She even licked all the seasoning grains on the skewers with her tongue.
If the iron pick hadn't been too hard to chew, Meng Qifeng thought she could have eaten the whole pick.
"How about I get you another bunch?" Meng Qifeng asked kindly.
The little beggar stopped twirling his fingers and looked surprised, "Can you do that?"
"Of course, my mother grilled a lot of meat anyway, so it doesn't matter if I give you two skewers."
Soon, Meng Qifeng came over with a handful of skewers, "Here are mutton skewers, chicken wings, large chicken legs, and potato slices. Which one do you want?"
The little beggar pointed to the chicken wings in his hand, "I want to eat this, it looks delicious."
Meng Qiyu glanced at his eldest brother when he heard the sound, bit the meat and muttered: "Didn't my mother say that each of our family members has one chicken wing? You gave this to her, what did you eat?"
"It's okay, I can eat other meats as well." Meng Qifeng handed the chicken wings to the little beggar generously. He was not like someone who protected food. He was a man, so it didn't matter if he ate less meat.
The little beggar who got the chicken wings as he wished smiled even more happily. He said thank you several times to Meng Qifeng, then sat down next to him and started chewing.
This little beggar is quite polite.
Meng Qifeng smiled innocently. After smiling, he imitated her and started eating mutton skewers. As he was eating, he suddenly remembered that something was not right.
He looked down at the little beggar who was gnawing bones and asked: "You are not from our village, are you? Where are you from?"
"I come from a place far, far away, Phoenix Mountain, have you heard of it?" The little beggar raised his head and answered bluntly.
Meng Qifeng shook his head, "No, I haven't been to any place very far away."
After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Then who did you come with? You are so young, can't you walk by yourself?"
"I came here with my master. At first I couldn't walk and had to be carried by the master, but now I can walk on my own and even climb mountains!"
The little beggar shook his short legs vigorously, proving that he was really strong.
Meng Qifeng automatically ignored the second half of her sentence, "So where is your master?"
He had been looking for most of the day, but he didn't see any other strangers around.
The little beggar blinked in confusion, "The master took me to the mountain to collect herbs, but I couldn't walk, so he asked me to sit on a stone to rest."
"But I smelled the smell of meat here, so...so I came over to look for meat to eat."
"So your master doesn't know you came here?"
The little beggar nodded, "Maybe, maybe, I don't know."
Meng Qifeng: "..."
Why is this unlucky kid more worrying than his younger brother?
He sighed helplessly and sat up, "Don't eat. I'll ask my mother to help you find your master. Otherwise, your master will be anxious if he can't find you."
The little beggar quickly gnawed off the last piece of meat from the chicken wings and followed him obediently to Shen Qingqing.
Shen Qingqing was busy making skewers. When she saw him coming back, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Have you finished eating again?"
"No." Meng Qifeng pointed to the little beggar behind him, "I picked up a child by the river. She got separated from her master. Let's help her."
Picked up a child?
Shen Qingqing looked down and saw the little beggar's face clearly, and said in surprise: "Sister Qiao? Why are you here?"
Sister Qiao also recognized her, and she was so happy that her eyebrows stretched out, "I came here with the master. The master said that the food cooked by my aunt is delicious, and he wants to come over for a few meals before leaving!"
"Your master isn't...Miracle Doctor Zhang, is he?"
"Yes, that's the grandpa who treated me." Sister Qiao nodded crazily like a chicken pecking at rice, her admiration was beyond words, "He is so awesome, he can even help others with legs!"
"But you lost your master just for the sake of meat." Meng Qifeng stabbed her in the heart.
Sister Qiao's head drooped and she became wilted.
"Okay, I'll take you to find the master." Shen Qingqing handed the meat skewers to Meng Yuan and wiped the oil stains on his hands, "Do you still remember where the master is?"
"Remember." Sister Qiao nodded immediately, turned to look in the direction of the mountain, and pointed straight ahead, "This way."
After saying that, she rolled her eyes and pointed hesitantly in another direction, "It seems to be over here."
Shen Qingqing: "..."
After a moment of silence, she sat back and said, "No need to look for it. Here, your master came by himself."
Several people all looked in the direction of her finger, and saw an old man in tattered clothes carrying a bamboo basket on his back, leaning on a wooden stick, following the smell of barbecue. This chapter has been completed!