Under the sun, on the grass, by the river, accompanied by the breeze with the fragrance of flowers, Murong Feixue and the other three happily grilled meat and chatted, without any sense of nervousness like others.
"Hmph, three tender little white rabbits, it seems that I am very lucky today..." A deep male voice sounded from the woods nearby, interrupting the chat of the three of them.
Both Ming Gui and Yan Niang felt that this voice was somewhat familiar. Murong Feixue whispered something in their ears, and the two women couldn't help but giggle.
After smiling evilly, Murong Feixue picked up a small stone and threw it behind the tree trunk.
"Ouch..." There was a scream, and then Fuxi walked out with his head in his hands and said dissatisfied: "Why are you throwing me away?"
Murong Fei gave him a white look and said, "Young Master Fu, are you not ashamed to do this now that you are old?"
"How did you know it was me?" Fu Xi remembered that he had obviously changed his voice, so how could he be recognized by Murong Feixue all of a sudden?
Murong Feixue glanced at him, but did not answer him. She just said: "Brother, if you don't go take care of your beautiful girls, why are you here to disturb us?"
"They are all so annoying. I finally got away from them." Fu Xi waved his hands with a hint of impatience, then turned his eyes and saw the meat grilled by Murong Feixue and the others, with a look of displeasure on his face.
His patience suddenly turned into contempt, and he exclaimed: "You also call this barbecue?" Then he turned to look at Murong Feixue, looking at him as if he were looking at a monster, and wondered: "Could it be that, for a long time,
Are you just eating this 'like' barbecue thing?"
After being told this by Fuxi, she couldn't help but feel guilty, and even the mother-in-law pouted.
"Senior Brother Fu, although our grilled meat is not as good as those of famous chefs, we still think that we are somewhat good at it. Do you want to test whether our swords are sharp by belittling us like this?" Yang Mingming showed off his shame.
He raised the sword in his hand and acted violently.
Pan Niang was also dissatisfied and said: "Yes, Senior Brother Fu, you look down on us so much, as if your roasted meat is so delicious."
Fu Xi waved his hand nonchalantly and said with a proud face: "I'm not bragging about this. In terms of food, in my opinion, the thing you grilled is no different from coke. Do you want me to show my hand?"
When Murong Feixue heard what he said so arrogantly, she was very unconvinced and said with a bit of expectation: "Okay, the ingredients are laid out there. Why don't you bake a flower for us and come out and take a look."
Fuxi chuckled and walked to the barbecues without any hurry. He threw away all the roasted meats unceremoniously, and then began to select the meats, then wash them, sprinkle them with ingredients, and brush them with oil.
Fuxi's movements were very serious, as if he had subverted his previous playboy image.
Murong Feixue and the three of them were a little crazy looking at it.
It is said that serious men are the most handsome. Fu Xi was always a handsome guy. In Qingqu Academy, the only handsome guy Murong Feixue and others had seen was Mo Zishang who could compare with him.
Fu Xi usually has a very out-of-the-box personality and always looks like a pretty young man. However, this was the first time Murong Feixue and the others had seen him show such seriousness and focus while grilling meat.
While the three of them were quietly enjoying Fu Xi's serious handsomeness, a burst of exclamation suddenly came from the woods in the distance: "Wow, look, Senior Brother Fu is having a barbecue."
