The breeze blows, the sweet-scented osmanthus leaves make a rustling sound, and there is a cool feeling under the tree.
Four very common side dishes were placed on the low table, salted eggs, salt beans, garlic eggplants, and soy sauce potatoes. Wen Ziling stood beside her and poured wine for the father and the boy, like a maid in ancient times.
Ximen Lang felt a little sorry, turned to look at her and said: "You don't have to be so polite, you can sit down and have a drink."
Wen Ziling shook her head gently and said softly: "No need."
Seeing her like this, Ximen Lang no longer forced himself and started drinking with the strange monk. The two of them drank one bowl at a time, until the wine was dry.
The strange monk was quite satisfied with his drinking capacity. A smile appeared on his ugly face and he praised: "Good young man, he has a lot of potential."
Ximenlang smiled and responded, "It's far worse than Master."
In the sky, several crows flew over and landed on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. They kept shouting, "Croak...croak..." The sound was extremely unpleasant.
Wen Ziling frowned and said, "Why are there so many crows? It makes people so noisy."
Ximenlang looked up and said, "Maybe it's because it's cooler here. Stop and have a rest."
The disabled woman walked out of the house on crutches and walked under the tree. The coldness on her face was still gone. She said kindly to Ximen Lang: "Little brother, I didn't know you were a friend of the boss. I was rude just now."
Knowing that she was Master Wen's wife, Ximen Lang had already decided not to conflict with her as much as possible. Seeing her say this, he smiled generously, "It doesn't matter. As the saying goes, you can't get to know each other without fighting."
The disabled woman said: "It's rare for a little brother to have such a broad mind, and only someone like you can become the boss's friend. I admire him."
"Excellent."
Just when Ximen Lang was being polite, the crow on the tree pouted and dropped a drop of thin feces on the low table. Fortunately, it didn't fall into the wine bowl and plate, but there was also a faint fishy smell.
Wen Ziling said angrily: "Why are these damn crows peeing everywhere?" She hurried back indoors to get a rag and wiped the bird droppings off the table, hung the rag on a branch, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at
Throw it up a tree in order to drive away these nasty guys.
The crows on the tree were frightened and coaxed into flying. There were seven or eight of them, and they fled in various directions.
The disabled woman sneered, her hands kept shaking, and five flying knives were shot out like lightning. The knives did not miss. Five crows were hit by the knives and fell down. Three more crows sensed the danger and screamed in fear and flew to high places.
Suddenly, three crisp gunshots were heard. The three crows also failed to escape their bad luck and were hit by bullets and fell to the ground.
A total of eight crows were killed. There was no noise in the yard and tranquility returned.
Wen Ziling and the disabled woman's eyes were full of surprise. They looked at Ximen Lang standing on the ground holding a gun, and a wisp of green smoke drifted away from the muzzle of the gun.
"Your gun is so accurate..." Wen Ziling said excitedly.
Ximen Lang said modestly: "It's nothing, just playing casually."
The disabled woman sighed: "Little brother, don't be humble. Even professional soldiers can't reach your level when playing with guns. You are indeed very powerful at a young age and have a bright future."
Ximenlang put away the gun and said: "Compared with the knife-throwing skills of my predecessors, this is just childish. Your hidden weapon skills just now are enough to be unparalleled in the world." What he said was the truth. Marksmanship only requires hard work.
The chance of becoming a sharpshooter is very high, but hidden weapon kung fu is definitely not something that ordinary people can dabble in. It is probably rare in the world to be able to reach such a miraculous level.
The disabled woman said: "This is just a little trick that cannot be put on the stage. The world is so big and there are so many capable people. Compared with the real hidden weapon skills, they are nothing to mention." She secretly sighed in her heart, only that person's skills
Hidden weapon kung fu is unique in the world. Sadly, he happens to be my sworn enemy, which destined my life to be miserable.
This opponent's unique skill convinced Ximen Lang, and he curiously asked: "Is there anyone else who is better than his predecessors in hidden weapon skills?"
The disabled woman nodded, "Of course."
Wen Ziling said with a smile: "Ximen, you don't need to call me mom, senior, or make yourself look like an ancient person."
Ximenlang smiled and said, "But I don't know what to call him."
"Just call me auntie, it will look more friendly."
Ximenlang nodded, "Okay then, it's up to you."
The disabled woman glanced at the crows on the ground and said: "These ungrateful things want to come here to cause trouble. It's okay this time. There happens to be no meat in the snacks. Ziling, peel off their skins and we'll give them to you."
The guests roasted the crow and ate it.”
"Okay." Wen Ziling picked up the crows on the ground one by one and threw them to the northwest corner of the yard. There was a firewood pile there. She first took some branches and leaves that were easy to light and started a fire, then added wood. After a while, the fire was ready.
When it started burning, he squatted aside and quickly skinned the crow, revealing the pink flesh inside.
The disabled woman walked over, pierced the skinned crow with an iron, and roasted it on the fire...
Half an hour later, the roasted Yata crow was placed in a steel basin and placed on a low table. The disabled woman said, "Eat it and try my craftsmanship."
Although Ximen Lang had eaten almost all the delicacies in the world, he had never eaten crow meat, and he hesitated a little. However, when he saw the strange monk grabbed a crow and took a big bite of it, his mouth was filled with oil. He also thought that some European countries do indeed
He had the habit of eating crow, and when he caught sight of Wen Ziling's eager eyes next to him, he was heartbroken. He grabbed a roasted crow and took a bite. Only then did he realize that the crow meat was indeed delicious. He eliminated the disgust in his heart and gnawed it with relish.
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This crow meat has long been used in foreign countries. Among them, Lithuanians love to eat this kind of bird, believing that it is not only good for health, but also aphrodisiac. Based on this, it is common for Lithuanian men to eat crows, making crows almost extinct in that place.
However, in country Z, basically no one eats crow due to superstition.
When the disabled woman saw that the boy dared to eat the crow dinner cooked by herself, she felt that he was really different and praised him: "What a brave boy."
Ximen Lang praised it and said: "This crow meat is so delicious. Auntie cooks it well and her craftsmanship is amazing!"
Wen Ziling said with a smile: "Since you think it's delicious, you can eat more. In fact, there are many people in China who eat this food, but I have eaten it. Before I came to country Z, life was very poor, with poisonous snakes, crows, and...
Scorpions eat everything."
Ximenlang chuckled and said, "You are so awesome." Then he asked curiously: "Why, you were not in country Z, so where were you staying before?"