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The man's face was happy, "Oh? Then I'll wait, little brother, you go".
Ye Fan got into the forest. After a few minutes, he ran back, holding a handful of leaves and a piece of mud stuck in his hand.
"Germany, wild ginger?" After the man recognized the two things, he laughed and said, "Little brother, you know how to find a way. Now the chicken won't be fishy."
Ye Fan ran to the stream and washed the wild mountain ginger, then took the kitchen knife and slapped the mountain ginger apart, cut into several pieces, and then sandwiched the bay leaves and stuffed them into the chicken's belly.
"Okay, when it's grilled, the flavor of ginger juice and bay leaves will spread into every inch of chicken." Ye Fan finished the whole by himself, feeling that he was drooling.
The middle-aged man on the side also beamed his eyes, "Little brother, you are quite good at cooking. Okay, hurry up and start baking."
Soon, the two skewered six chickens on three wooden sticks and began to flip and grill them.
This roasting method is not fast, so you can only smoke it slowly with the heat, otherwise the chicken will be burnt and the meat will be too old.
Ye Fan knew this well, after all, there was no one less person to survive in the wild back then, and roast chicken was commonplace.
The middle-aged man became happier when he saw Ye Fan's baking skillfully, and he kept laughing, "Little brother, you have a good technique."
"Brother, you can do it too, you are a professional foodie," Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Foodies? What is foodies?" The man wondered.
Ye Fan thought to himself, is this big brother a caveman? No internet connection
"Foodies are people who are particular about food and like to eat," Ye Fan said.
The man suddenly realized that he nodded and said, "That is, of course I am a foodie, I don't care what I wear, I must pay attention to what I eat! Otherwise, I won't have any energy to live!"
Having said this, the man sighed and said: "Speaking of which, my two sons are not attentive in eating, and they can't fry a poached egg by themselves, so I don't like those two boys very much, and they live indifferently.
Little brother, you are pretty good, you love to eat, and you can make it yourself. Such a person lives in the world and he is really particular about the way of living..."
Ye Fan looked at the appearance of the man, thinking that his children should also go to middle school or something, so he said: "How many kids can cook now? It's normal."
"Children?" The man blinked.
"Yeah... Brother, is your son very old?" Ye Fan wondered.
The man laughed and nodded: "Yes, it's just two shit boys! Haha... You can't even fry poached eggs, two idiots, haha..."
Ye Fan was inexplicable, is it so funny? The first time I saw the father who said this to his son, his two sons were probably very pitiful.
After all, my father went to "picnic" from Kunlun to Shushan. God knows how the two sons got together with their grandparents.
The two chatted and chatted, and by the way, they ate the skewers of giblets as an appetizer.
Ye Fan discovered that this man didn't know much about new things, especially some things on the Internet. It was probably because of his time spent in the mountains.
But Ye Fan didn't mind, he patiently explained something to him, and the man understood quite quickly.
After the six chickens were finally grilled, the fragrance had already made Ye Fan's mouth watering.
"Brother, three of you, three of me, give you the biggest one. After all, you built the stove, how about it? Isn't it important?" Ye Fan asked.
The man smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes, oh...little brother, I like your temperament, you are very direct and very particular about things!".
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry. The two strangers met together in order to eat chicken. They told each other that each other was really particular, so that outsiders could see that they thought they were idiots.
The chicken had just been roasted, so it was naturally very hot, but Ye Fan's physical fitness didn't care about this temperature, he could even resist Feng Yan for a while.
Ever since, Ye Fan didn't hesitate to open his mouth and chewed.
What surprised Ye Fan was that this middle-aged man didn't even wait for a bit to cool down, he just started to nibble, eating with relish.
"Ah... It's so fragrant, tut... Brother, you stuffed wild mountain ginger and bay leaves are amazing! I think we have to give this roasted pheasant a name", the man looked serious, not like laughing.
Ye Fan broke off a chicken leg, gnawed a bit, and asked vaguely, "What's the name?"
"Why don't you... call it'specially grilled chicken'?" The man asked seriously.
"Cough! Cough!"
Ye Fan was choking directly, really wanting to scold "you are crazy", but everyone strangers, it is unnecessary, so he smiled: "No need, eat a chicken, it's delicious, isn't it unnecessary to choose a name?"
The man nodded, "You make sense, so don't take it."
Seeing him feasting, Ye Fan couldn't help asking: "Brother, don't you think it's hot?"
"It's not hot, it's delicious when it's hot," the man said vaguely, his mouth full of greasy.
Ye Fan thought to himself, this product is probably also a super foodie, and he's used to eating hot things a long time ago.
After eating chicken bones, Ye Fan walked to the side of the mountain stream, drank some sweet spring, and felt his stomach comfortably.
If I think of barbecue in the wild earlier, I don't have to eat the big pot rice of Shushan. With this approach, I don't need to go back to the Shushan school for the time being.
The middle-aged man also drank some water, and then began to organize his kitchen knife and seasonings.
"Little brother, I didn't even ask you, what did you come to this mountain for? I think you seem to have martial arts, run so fast," the man said with a smile.
Ye Fan squinted, "You can tell, I practice martial arts?"
"Hey, this is not a rare thing. As you know, there are a lot of martial arts practitioners in my hometown," the man said with a smile while tidying up his things.
Ye Fan nodded. Indeed, the Kunlun Sect was there, and ordinary people actually had a lot of opportunities to see the martial artist.
"I was practicing here, but I encountered something that I couldn't figure out, so I wanted to stop and find something to eat. In the end, I met you, brother," Ye Fan said.
"Practicing? What kind of kung fu? I also know a little bit of kung fu, maybe I can discuss it?" The man looked at Ye Fan with a smile, but his seemingly plain eyes revealed a touch of unpredictability. .
Ye Fan faintly felt that this man was suspicious, but when faced with his eyes, he would not feel dangerous, but would rather be willing to talk to him.
"I'm practicing swordsmanship, do you know too?" Ye Fan said.
The man snorted, "Sword, understand a little... But what is the problem with you?"
Ye Fan was idle, too. Although he didn't think that this person could answer his own questions, but for his kindness, he simply talked about his own contradiction, how can sword intent and Yujian perfectly blend? Instead of conflict...
After speaking, Ye Fan sighed when he saw the man frowning and did not respond.
I was really ill and went to the doctor. Ask a wild food, what can he tell you
Ye Fan persuaded: "Brother, don't bother to think about it. This is very abstract at first, and it is not something that can be understood at once, and it is not a problem that can be easily solved.
For thousands of years in the Shushan School, no one has really practiced that swordsmanship... We had a great meal today, so don't live it."
The middle-aged man tidied up his backpack, slung it on his body, stood up and smiled kindly: "Little brother, although I have never seen the swordsmanship you said, I have never seen your sword intent... But I I feel that you may take the sword too much as a sword, so your sword is only a sword..."
Too much sword... as a sword? !
Ye Fan didn't think what happened when he heard this, but he lowered his head and pondered, suddenly! A thought that made his soul tremble suddenly popped out of his mind! !
In the lightning flint, he suddenly grasped the key to solving the problem! !
"Senior!! You mean..."
Ye Fan raised his head sharply, halfway through the conversation, but the whole person was dumbfounded.
That man, unexpectedly disappeared!
In front of him, standing two or three meters away in front of him, he disappeared silently!
Ye Fan felt the cold in his bones, swallowed his throat, his palms were full of cold sweat, and he was dumbfounded...
The last time he felt this way was when he met the fairy sister...
This man...Where is he sacred? !