Luo Qixi blinked, looked at him mischievously and said with a smile, "What do you think?"
Xuanyue Wushuang suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, quickly pinched her chin with one hand, raised her head, looked into her sparkling eyes and said, "What will happen to me. (www
The distance between the two suddenly became so close.
So close that you can feel his breath.[
Luo Qixi's smile, which was still full of joking just now, froze for a few seconds, and she quickly reached out and pushed him away.
"Can you threaten in another way?"
Xuanyue Wushuang shook her head, "Only in this way will you be obedient, right?"
She snorted coldly, turned away, and muttered, "You won't be able to eat roast chicken for a while, and I won't leave you a piece of meat."
Xuanyue Wushuang stood there and watched her slowly leave, with a faint smile on her lips.
It seemed that he had found a way to deal with her.
Luo Qixi made beggar chicken this time.
There were no lotus leaves, so she found another thing with wide leaves to wrap the pheasant.
There was no seasoning such as salt, so she found some honey and spread it on the chicken skin.
She tried her best to make the chicken taste better.
In fact, it was also her first time to be a beggar chicken.
I have seen it in martial arts TV series and books before, so I tried to imitate it.
Xuanyue Wushuang seemed to have never seen anyone eating like this before, with a curious look on his face, "What are you doing?"
She watched as she coated the wrapped chicken with yellow mud, and then placed it in the pit dug before. Firewood was still piled in the pit.
Luo Qixi finished everything, stood up, clapped her hands, and said with a smile, "Roast chicken..."
"This is the first time I have seen your roasting method."
Luo Qixi smiled and said, "The chicken roasted this way will be more delicious. You will know in a moment."
After waiting for almost an hour, Xuanyue Wushuang could faintly smell the aroma of chicken.
His stomach growled twice, eliciting another burst of laughter from Luo Qixi.[
He looked at her awkwardly and said angrily, "How good is this chicken?"
Luo Qixi sat up from the ground and said with a smile, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."
It has been roasting over high fire for more than an hour, which is equivalent to more than two hours. The chicken should be cooked through.
Smelling the faint aroma of chicken, Luo Qixi's stomach began to growl.
She clapped her hands, found a branch to put out the fire, swept the firewood aside, and took out the chicken wrapped in yellow mud from the pit.
The layer of yellow mud that was originally moist has been baked dry.
"Give me your knife."
Although it was covered in a layer of mud, the alluring aroma of chicken still flowed out from some cracks.
The saliva in Luo Qixi's mouth has been secreted continuously.
Xuanyue Wushuang is not much better.
In the past, he was quite picky about food.
But at this point, as long as it's not too unpalatable, it's pretty good for him.
Under different circumstances, people's ability to accept is also different.
He handed the knife to Luo Qixi, who took the gem-encrusted knife handle and knocked it on the beggar's chicken.
The dried yellow mud was knocked down piece by piece.