If he could be so generous and not feel embarrassed, then he wouldn't be Fuxi.
Therefore, he has been competing with himself and Murong Feixue.
In the middle of the night, Murong Feixue was so hungry that her stomach ached, and then she remembered the white tiger and Huahua in her tail.
After getting them all out, Murong Feixue almost died of anger.
These two guys actually fell asleep, and one slept more soundly than the other, like two dead pigs.
Murong Feixue was so angry that she kicked both of them and woke them up.
"Um, miss, what are you doing? It's already dark and you don't want to let anyone sleep." Huahua rubbed her hair, looking a little dazed.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep, you know how to sleep. What else do you know besides sleeping? I'm almost starving to death. Hey, kitten, go hunting and find a fatter wild boar."
Murong Feixue ordered with dissatisfaction, and Bai Hu reluctantly ran to find something to eat.
Huahua shouted, "No, miss, are we going to do it ourselves again?"
Murong Feixue rolled her eyes at her and said: "It's not us, it's you! My hands and feet are hurting terribly now. You have to do these things. Remember, if the roast is not delicious, hum."
Huahua suddenly howled miserably: "Miss, you'd better kill me. Your little mouth has long been manipulated by that guy Fuxi. How can I possibly make it to your liking?"
Murong Feixue waved her hand and asked her to go to work: "Stop talking nonsense, you go and bake when I tell you to go. You have the nerve to go to Fu Xi's house and steal the teacher for a few days, but you didn't learn a thing, genius,
how did you do it?"
Huahua stopped talking and ran weakly to set up a stove nearby to warm herself up.
Fuxi was furious beside him. How dare these two guys be so careless? If Yan Sanniang, Ye Wu and the others hadn't been killed by him, they would have been able to find this place in no time by hiding from the fire.
After a while, the white tiger came back with some prey, including wild boar, hare, and roe deer, all of which were specialty game.
These things were originally good ingredients, but once Huahua got her hands on them, they became very ugly and ugly.
While watching her grilling meat, Fuxi stroked her forehead several times. It was so miserable. He could cook the meat even better with his left hand.
After the meat was roasted, Murong Feixue woke Mo Zishang and handed him a piece of black roasted meat.
Mo Zishang looked at it for a long time, and finally swallowed his saliva and said, "Thank you, I'm not hungry."
Fuxi gave him a thumbs up and secretly gave him thirty-two likes.
As a pure man, I would rather die than eat this kind of thing.
What a sense of integrity!
Murong Feixue didn't care about him. She was grinning. If Mo Zishang said he wasn't hungry, then he probably really wasn't hungry. Why force him to eat?
So Murong Feixue and Huahua held their noses and ate the barbecue, while Bai Hu and the other little beasts all chose the same decision as Mo Zishang.
After being used to Fuxi's cooking and then eating Huahua's, it's as unpalatable as eating burnt meat after a Manchu-Han banquet.
After Murong Feixue and Huahua ate a little each, they couldn't eat any more and threw them all away.
"Tomorrow we must find a good place and have a good meal!" Murong Feixue said to Huahua as if he was swearing, and Huahua's head was nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, in agreement.
