Chapter 223: God Beggar Su Qi, I don't know how to eat
A little spark, a dust smoke.
Ling Shiqing squatted next to the fire with anticipation. She had been pampered since she was a child and had never experienced anything like this. After all, according to her status, she could just eat whatever she wanted. How could she have the chance to cook something with her own hands?
, and it’s still in this ruined temple.
Looking at the fragrant pheasant on the fire, Ling Shiqing felt that Li Longqian didn't seem so annoying anymore. Maybe it was because of the pheasant in Li Longqian's hand.
"Where did you get the pheasant?" Ling Shiqing sat next to Li Longqian, her hands on her long legs, with a look of anticipation on her face.
"I caught them if I met them on the road." Li Long replied with a slight smile.
"Is this your first time baking? I think you're pretty good at baking." Ling Shiqing may have been too bored waiting, so her words were illogical.
"This is the first time I bake it by myself, but when I followed the old slave, he often took me to catch pheasants, rabbits, and steal eggs from the trees."
"How could I lead you to do such shady business?" Ling Shiqing replied with a resentful expression.
"Maybe it's because children like you didn't have enough food and clothing since they were young. I didn't have enough to eat at that time, so I caught these wild animals to eat. But Lao Nu's skill at roasting chicken is still good. It's a pity that you wouldn't have the chance. Otherwise,
I will definitely ask the old slave to roast a pheasant for you, but my craftsmanship is not bad, so you will be in luck." Li Long said with a smile.
Ling Shiqing curled her lips slightly and said nothing.
"At that time, the old slave kept telling me that he learned his roast chicken skills from the best cooks. What was his name?" Li Longqian stretched out his hand and scratched his head, then said with a smile: "Yes, it's a guy named Su."
The beggar learned from him."
"Why are you a beggar again? You can't leave the beggar in this life, can you?" Ling Shiqing asked speechlessly.
"I don't know either. Anyway, the old slave has indeed been a beggar for several years, but he has never joined the Beggar Clan." Li Longqian did not object to Ling Shiqing's words. After all, if it weren't for the old slave being everywhere,
If he begged, he and his brother might have starved to death long ago.
As the two of them talked, the smell of the pheasant on the fire seemed to become more and more fragrant.
Ling Shiqing put her little head next to the pheasant, smelled it carefully, then looked at Li Longqian and said with a smile: "It smells pretty good."
Li Longqian turned around suddenly when he heard this and squinted his eyes in the direction of the temple door.
"What's wrong with you?" Ling Shiqing asked softly.
"Don't talk."
Li Longqian scolded him in a low voice, quickly took out the wooden sword from his bag, and stared in the direction of the temple door.
"Someone is coming, please be careful."
Li Longqian reminded Ling Shiqing in a low voice.
"oh oh."
Ling Shiqing quickly picked up the unroasted pheasant. In her eyes, nothing was as important as the pheasant.
"Who?"
Li Longqian stood up and shouted in the direction of the temple door.
After a while, an old man walked in following the scent of pheasant. He sniffed hard as he walked, with a very greedy expression on his face.
"Why is it you!" Li Longqian frowned slightly.
The old man looked at the fire on the ground, then at Li Longqian, and then said with a smile: "I heard someone roasting chicken and it happened to be dinner time, so I came here after smelling the smell."
"You are the leader of the Beggar Clan, but you can't even get food?" Ling Shiqing hid aside and recognized the old man as Hong Dali, the leader of the Beggar Clan who gave money to Li Longqian in the restaurant today.
"I can eat it, but little brother, the smell of roasted pheasant is really tempting, so I couldn't help but follow him." At this time, Hong Dali had already changed into the clothes of the old beggar who had been drinking in the restaurant earlier.
Although he is not as funny as before when he was wearing a white cloth, Hong Dali's appearance is indeed somewhat pleasant. He has a nose with a nose and a toad mouth, and the beard on his chin is also uneven. He does not look like the leader of a gang at all.
"Do you want to eat?" Ling Shiqing asked very cautiously when she noticed that Hong Dali kept staring at the pheasant in her hand while speaking.
"Haha, it's the best to eat." Hong Dali smiled.
After Li Longqian knew that Hong Dali was here for the pheasant, his guard had just dropped when he saw Hong Dali turn around and ask Li Longqian: "Who did you learn this skill of roasting chicken from?"
"What happened to whom I learned from?" Li Longqian frowned and held the wooden sword in his hand again.
Hong Dali was stunned for a moment, then sat cross-legged on the ground and said with a smile: "Over the years, I have found countless people to roast chicken, but no one can roast chicken like this. Today you let me smell it.
, what a coincidence!”
"You mean the divine beggar Su Qi?" Li Longqian finally understood what Hong Dali meant.
Hong Dali raised his head and glanced at Li Longqian, then said with a smile: "In all these years, since my master left, I have never smelled this smell again."
"Are you Su Qi's apprentice?" Li Longqian asked in surprise.
"Nonsense, the position of leader of our Beggar Clan is passed down from generation to generation. If I hadn't relied on my master, but with my three-legged cat's kung fu and lazy personality, would I have been able to become the leader?" Hong Dali said.
His expression was natural when he said this, as if he was talking about others rather than himself.
Li Longqian smiled helplessly, then opened his mouth to explain: "The person who taught me how to roast chicken did tell me that your master taught him, but I don't know your master, and the person who taught me how to roast chicken did
He has passed away now."
"Why is he already dead?" Hong Dali stood up and shouted excitedly.
"Well, he passed away a few years ago." Li Longqian nodded slightly.
"Oh, what a pity." Hong Dali patted his thigh and whispered, "I have been looking for my master for so many years."
"Don't everyone in the world say that the divine beggar Su Qi has ascended to immortality?"
Hong Dali was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and cursed with his big mouth: "Those are just farts from people in the world. There is no such thing as immortality. There are no immortals in this world!" After Hong Dali finished cursing, he shook his head helplessly and sighed.
Said: "I thought I could find out something about my master's whereabouts from you, but you don't even know."
"The divine beggar Su Qi, I heard that he doesn't know how to taste his food. Is this the case among seniors?" Li Longqian asked.
"Well, my master's food has never tasted good in his life. He said it was God punishing him." Hong Dali nodded slightly, then looked at Ling Shiqing and said, "Since I've come here, don't let me go empty-handed.
Go back, girl, give me the pheasant in your hand, I'll go back."
Before Hong Dali finished speaking, Ling Shiqing shouted loudly: "No."