Carl nodded: "Dinner is not to Shirley's liking, so we went out to find something to eat."
He looked at the man beside Xia Nuo: "Who is this one?"
"I'm Kanlaner." The man nodded slightly.
"I'm Carl and her name is Shirley."
Carl's gaze quickly passed over his face, and landed on the hands he and Shano held, and he paused unconsciously for a moment.
Xue Li spoke at this time: "Didn't you say you were hungry? Why don't you go in?"
She said this to Xia Nuo, and after she finished speaking, she stepped into the kitchen.
When Xia Nuo followed up, Shirley was already processing the ingredients.
Seeing her skillful movements, Xia Nuo was a little surprised.
He originally thought that Shirley would be the kind of young lady who never touches the sun, but her performance at this moment completely overturned his previous perception.
Xue Li picked up a piece of animal meat with some disgust, looked it over and put it down again.
She turned around and complained to Carl: "I told you, you should have listened to me and bought some ingredients from the capital."
There are only a few pieces of animal meat on the chopping board, a few kinds of vegetables, and a staple food called yam.
The animal meat is provided by the hunters in the village, and the vegetables and yams are also grown by the villagers themselves.
Nasulu is a very magical place, it has both wilderness and mountain forest terrain. The local climate is hot and rainless, the soil is poor, and it is difficult for ordinary plants to survive. Therefore, the residents will grow a crop called yam in order to maintain their livelihood.
Small-leaf potato is heat-resistant and drought-resistant, easy to grow and has a large yield. It doesn't taste like the real sweet potato, but more like a potato.
When Xia Nuo came to Nasulu, the fields on both sides of the road were full of yams. This kind of plant is indeed tenacious. The land was obviously dry and cracked, but they seemed to be unaffected at all. The leaves are all Full of vibrant green.
But the strange thing is that although the land in the field is cracked due to the drought, and other plants are yellow, withered, and dying, the mountains in the distance are lush and lush, and the sound of gurgling water can be heard when you get close.
For this huge gap, the residents of Nasulu claim that it is the credit of the holy tree.
The root system of the sacred tree locks the water source and the soil, so that lush plants can grow in the mountain forest. In addition, there are many monsters living in the mountains and forests, and the supplies are very rich.
But the strange thing is that there is a water source not far away, but Xia Nuo didn't see any villagers drinking water for irrigation, even though other plants in the field were about to die of lack of water.
He didn't know that Nasulu had a customary rule.
——That is, no one can step into the mountains without the permission of the sacred tree.
The mountains and forests appear to be very peaceful on the surface, but in fact they are full of dangers. Without the protection of the holy tree, it would be very difficult to escape completely.
The dead magician is a prime example.
The reason why the village chief can become the village chief is also because he is the only person in Nasulu who can communicate with the holy tree.
Xia Nuo was unconsciously distracted for a while, and a smell of food came from nowhere, piercing straight from the tip of his nose into his brain, disturbing his mind very easily.
Following the scent, Xia Nuo found the pot in front of Shirley. It was a pot-bellied casserole. Snow-white rice grains floated in the pot, presenting a translucent color. The small-leaf potatoes were cut into small pieces, cooked soft and tender. Waxy, there are finely minced meat and tender vegetables in the porridge, and the aroma spreads from here.
"It smells so good!" Xia Nuo took a deep breath and praised sincerely.
There was a hint of complacency on Xue Li's face, and she heard the boy ask her: "Xue Li, you seem to be very good at cooking, have you learned it?"
"..."
Shirley was silent for a moment, Carl's cough sounded in her ears, and she curled her lips in disdain: "Is there still a need to learn this? I don't need anyone to teach me, I can learn it by myself."
Xia Nuo did not doubt that he was there, his eyes sparkled, and he looked at her enviously: "It's amazing, I've never been able to learn it."
He also wanted to cook on a whim before. He just wanted to cook a pot of porridge, but he put too little water and almost burned the bottom of the pot.
From then on, in his heart, being able to cook porridge well is a culinary master.
Kanlaner stood aside, showing a thoughtful expression.
Maybe he should learn how to cook too
To lure small prey into the trap, the bait must be attractive enough, right
Xue Li stared at the boy expectantly and filled out the porridge. She also specially took a big bowl and filled it full for him.
Xia Nuo just wanted to pick it up, but Kan Laner took it one step ahead: "Be careful, I'll do it."
Xia Nuo nodded "Mmmm", followed the man step by step and walked out of the kitchen. All his mind was on the food, and he didn't notice that Karl was looking at them behind him, showing complicated eyes.
Shirley soon came out with a bowl of porridge. Her bowl was small, and the porridge was only half filled. After sitting down, she was bored and stirred the porridge bowl with a spoon, and it took a long time before she scooped up a spoonful and put it into her mouth.
However, Xia Nuo immediately took a sip from the bowl. Once there is a hunger bonus, any food tastes particularly delicious. Not to mention that Shirley's cooking skills are really outstanding. The delicious taste explodes on the tip of the tongue. The flavors of various ingredients are mixed together. Instead of appearing messy, they complement each other and produce a unique delicacy.
Xia Nuo was concentrating on drinking the porridge, while Kanlaner was concentrating on watching him.
The porridge bowl Shirley gave him was a large porcelain bowl with a large rim. As soon as the boy lowered his head, it was as if his whole face was buried in the bowl, looking quite funny and cute.
Xia Nuo raised his head belatedly, and asked the man who was staring at him intently: "Well... do you want to eat too?"
The man didn't serve porridge at first, Xia Nuo thought he didn't want to eat it.
But feeling his focused gaze, Xia Nuo thought he understood. He just wanted to go back to the kitchen and serve him a bowl, but he heard Shirley say: "There is no more in the kitchen."
She didn't make a lot of it originally, and most of it was in Shano's bowl.
Shano: "..."
Now he was a little embarrassed, hesitating for a moment, facing the man's inexplicable expectant gaze, he lifted the bowl up, revealing the clean bottom of the bowl.
"... It's gone." He said cautiously, "If there is any more, I don't mind sharing it with you, as long as you don't think I've eaten it..."
Kanlaner: "..."
He smiled slightly, and retorted calmly: "Actually, I didn't want to eat, but thank you anyway."
For some reason, Xia Nuo could hear a bit of gnashing of teeth in his tone.
Alas, even though you say so, you still mind it in your heart, right
Xia Nuo sighed softly, if he knew he would not eat so fast.
Now there is only some porridge left at the bottom of Shirley's bowl. Carl, like a man, didn't serve the porridge, but just sat at the table.
How should I put it, you can't let Kanlaner eat the food in Shirley's bowl, can you? It's okay if it's between boys, but it's not appropriate if it's between men and women.
He rubbed his full stomach, and just about to say something, he saw the man's ears move, and he said in a deep voice, "Something is coming."
What
Xia Nuo, Shirley, and Carl looked at each other, but they didn't hear any movement.
Shirley questioned: "What? You must have heard wrong, right?"
The man didn't explain much, but soon, he didn't need to explain.
There was a rustling sound, like something crawling on the ground, the sound of the belly rubbing against the ground, mixed with a strange drumbeat, gradually approaching in this direction.
The sound of the drums was getting closer and clearer. It was a leather drum. It was not known what kind of animal skin it was made of, but it could only be seen that there were circles and circles of mysterious patterns on it.
An old, wrinkled, and blue-veined palm beat the drum, and the rhythm of the drum was getting faster and faster, as if it contained some wonderful rhythm. There was an inexplicable magical power hidden in that voice, which made the drum beat faster and faster. When people listen to it, they sink in.
"Ah! It hurts!" Xia Nuo felt a burst of pain on his cheek, and immediately came to his senses.
It turned out that Kanlaner pinched his cheek when he realized that he was confused by the sound of the drum.
In fact, the strength is not that great, it's just that Xia Nuo is more sensitive to pain.
The boy looked very thin, but his cheeks were fleshy. Once he pinched it, he couldn't help but want to pinch it a second time. He couldn't put it down because of the soft touch.
Xia Nuo came to his senses, but still had lingering fears.
The point is that he doesn't know how he got into it. The last impression in his mind at that time was the drumbeat of "dongdong", and the rest became blank.
Shirley and Carl were still in a trance, apparently also affected by this demonic drumbeat.
"Are they okay?" Xia Nuo didn't know whether to wake them up, and hurriedly asked the man for help.
The man knocked on the table with his fingers, and soon, the two of them also woke up, with a look of waking up from a big dream on their faces.
They also noticed what was going on, and Karl couldn't help frowning.
"Should we get out of here first?" he asked.
"It's too late now," the man replied.
As soon as the words fell, one after another, a wide variety of reptiles appeared in front of their eyes.
The author has something to say: Kanlaner: I'm so angry, I originally wanted the cutie to feed me.
Xia Nuo: ...I ate all of them!
Do you think I can write a sweet and greasy feeding play? non-existent ≧v≦
After reading the comments, I just want to say that the little angel is too powerful, many of them guessed right, and Gong's vest said that it wants to continue for another second! !
In addition, hug the little angels, especially the little angels at the end of the moon, don't be sad, things in this world cannot be as you wish, and we can't influence others, as long as we obey our heart and be ourselves.
Good night dears, I hope everyone can be happy reading my article, and forget about those bad things!