Curls of cooking smoke soon floated on the other side of the lake.
It's just that there is not much fragrance in the smoke, and the color is also dark. The tip of the flame is curled with scorched black gas, just like a witch dancing a grotesque and hideous dance, swinging towards the sky.
Xie Ziyou covered his mouth and nose with one hand, while poking at the flames in disgust.
A few smears of soot fell on his fair cheeks, choked slightly, and was shaken away by the youth with his profound strength.
This is the flame that he has learned while watching the field eating and broadcasting. He rubbed little by little on the dead branches to make fire.
Zhao Ruhao doesn't know the fire spells, and Xie Ziyou can't use profound energy, because the profound energy of the sword cultivator is extremely sharp, with an indomitable momentum that breaks through the world. The first attempt was thus aborted.
Zhao Ruhao, who was in charge of picking up dead branches, also had a headache. He didn't know what could be burned and what could not, so he brought back a lot of thatch and branches wet by the lake's moisture.
After finally setting up a decent fire, Xie Ziyou imitated Guan Heng's practice before, disemboweling a few spirit fishes picked up from the water and sticking them on wooden sticks.
He added wood to the fire, the thatch was flammable, and the fire swelled immediately after putting it down. The flames licked the soft belly of the fish, and roasted the pale fish belly into a burnt color.
But after only a few breaths, the thatch was burnt out, the flames exhausted and scattered, lying softly on the ashes, dancing pitifully.
Xie Ziyou is busy adding dead branches—
As soon as the dead branches contaminated with water vapor were put down, a weak flame was pressed on the surface of the micro-tide, and the thumb-sized flame was immediately pressed into the size of a soybean, flickering and flickering, and it was about to go out.
"What did you pick up here!"
Xie Ziyou was in a hurry, and hurriedly tore off a handful of weeds from his hand, which could protect a little spark.
He squatted on the ground, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of anxiety, his slender black eyelashes were stained with a little dust, but he didn't have time to clean them up, and the long hem of his brocade clothes almost swept the mud under his feet. The waterfall flows, and the tail of the hair sweeps the flames on the ground.
There was a strange smell of burning protein in the air.
Covering his scorched long hair, Xie Ziyou was so annoyed that he almost wanted to throw a dead branch at Zhao Ruhao's face.
Just a little fire and food, it doesn't cost a few points, if it wasn't for the absence of the system, why would he be in such a mess
It was Zhao Ruhao's first time lighting a fire, but he was very angry, and he firmly didn't think it was his fault.
"It's because you don't bake well." The boy insisted.
Xie Ziyou dropped the branch in his hand, stood up covering the ends of his hair, and said unhappily, "Then you come!"
So it was Zhao Ruhao who sat in front of the fire, and Xie Ziyou watched helplessly as he touched the ashes, retracted his red hands in pain, then pushed the ashes away, and buried the fish in it...
Xie Ziyou almost jumped up from the ground, pointed at the fire and said in horror, "What are you doing?"
"Grilling fish," Zhao Ruhao said as a matter of course, "you don't have to use fire, these ashes are quite hot, so you can also use it for grilling."
"... I don't ask if you can boil it, even if it's done, it's covered with ashes, how can you eat it?"
"Wash it up!"
Zhao Ruhao raised his head inexplicably, pouted his mouth and gestured towards the lake on one side: "It's all water, isn't it?"
Xie Ziyou: "..."
It's dark.
Xie Ziyou's eyes were dull, the light in his amber eyes was dim, and he lowered his head to look at the gray fish on the ground, as if he had lost his dream.
He murmured: "Zhao Ruhao, it would be great if you were the protagonist..."
I will definitely be the most successful villain in history, earn a lot of points, and let Zhao Ruhao know what it means to be unworthy in the world!
Xie Ziyou spoke lightly, but Zhao Ruhao didn't hear clearly, and asked suspiciously, "What did you say?"
"… enough."
Xie Ziyou slapped his palm on his face, and his fair cheeks immediately flushed with a tinge of blush. The coolness of his fingers and the slight tingling sensation made him break out of the trance, and his sanity quickly returned.
Why not talk to Guan Heng.
It's okay to flirt, I should still be a bit attractive to that guy, and the villain can also be convinced by the protagonist, right
Of course, one principle must be adhered to. I am not overwhelmed by the aroma of the food, but by the protagonist's... er, talent? handsome? Fresh meat
With his mind running fast, Xie Ziyou frowned and turned around, glanced in Xie Heng's direction—
The fire is still there, and the smoke is lingering,
Pei Yunyin and Cheng Chengbai were leaning under the tree. The young man in black had a lazy posture and a contented expression. Even Cheng Chengbai's cold face softened a bit. The delicious crab soup gave him a little bit of popularity. Sweep on two reddish.
But Xie Heng and Xu Wan'er were gone.
Strange, where did those two go
Just as Xie Ziyou was about to look around, a chuckle suddenly came from his ear. It was clear and gentle, with a playful ending with a little bit of a joke.
"Do you eat crab? The delicious hermit crab that just came out of the pan?"
Xie Ziyou's eyes lit up, and he turned his head—
Sure enough, Xie Heng stood three steps away, and the breeze lifted the neat broken hair on his forehead, revealing his starry eyes, handsome facial features as if cut by a knife, and a slender figure that is chic and elegant, facing the wind like a tree.
Seeing him turn around, Xie Heng smiled half-smile, raised the stone bowl in his hand, and added: "One piece of ten taels of silver. A conscientious merchant, no one can deceive you."
…
A quarter of an hour ago, the water surface in the stone pot was boiling, and the boiled soup was translucent and pure white like milk. Xie Heng threw in a few spice plants he found in the forest, and the delicious fragrance immediately exploded on the water surface. Cute speech bubbles.
On the other side, the snow-white crab meat is topped with crab paste, roasted until slightly yellow, and the surface presents an oily and attractive color. Just looking at it makes people move their index fingers.
Pei Yunyin picked up a piece of crab meat, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and his eyes lit up immediately.
"Little brother!" He grabbed Xie Heng's hand and said solemnly, "From today on, you are my own brother!"
Xie Heng couldn't laugh or cry.
Pei Yunyin devoured the meal, and Cheng Chengbai's face rarely showed a little softness, but the two who worked the most, Xie Heng and Xu Wan'er, ate uneasy.
From time to time, the two pretended to have no intention of turning their heads and glanced back.
Seeing Zhao Ruhao carrying a pile of thatch, Xu Wan'er frowned slightly, worried and angry, thinking of this idiot.
Seeing Xie Ziyou's long hair brushing the fire, Xie Heng clenched his hands tightly, releasing a trace of profound energy, the stone bowl couldn't bear the pressure, and cracked several fine cracks with a click.
The flame burns on the tail of Xie Ziyou's hair, but it seems to burn on the tip of Xie Heng's heart.
My heart aches badly.
Xie Ziyou's long hair is very beautiful, black and smooth, like a meandering ink-colored spring, elegant and elegant, it can be wrapped up to the waist when it is completely loose, and it is like a swaying water plant when it is scattered in the water, swinging gracefully. Wrapping around the young man's white and slender body, the white skin is curled up, forming a strong visual impact.
Every time Xie Heng felt with his spirit bones, he would feel the hair tip gently sweeping over his heart, causing a numbness.
Now it has been cut short!
Xie Heng was so distressed that he almost wanted to give himself two slaps - he knew that the man was spoiled and spoiled, he had never been in the kitchen, let alone such chores as collecting firewood and making a fire, why did he still put on airs and didn't help Xie Ziyou earlier
He gulped down the soup in his hand, the thick soup was clearly mellow and delicious, but no matter how he drank it, it didn't taste good.
After finishing the soup in two mouthfuls, Xie Heng wiped his mouth, rubbed his hands secretly and took another bowl from the pot, hid it behind his back, coughed lightly: "I... have something to do, excuse me."
Pei Yunyin said casually, "What's the matter?"
Xie Heng thought for a moment with a headache, then raised his finger to the lake.
"... There is a grass over there that seems to be glowing. I suspect it is a spiritual grass."
Xu Wan'er's eyes wandered, she stared blankly at Xie Heng and nodded her head a few times, then she suddenly came to her senses and her eyes lit up.
She got up from the ground with a grunt, patted the dust on the skirt, and said excitedly: "I have something to do too—the flower over there is so beautiful, I want to pick one."
"Which one?" Cheng Chengbai turned his head in response, covered his neckline tightly, and said seriously, "The more beautiful the flowers and plants are, the more likely there is a hidden danger. You are not allowed to go, and I will pick them for you."
Xu Wan'er: "..."
…
Holding a bowl of soup, Xie Heng gently parted the bushes and walked towards Xie Ziyou's direction.
At first the steps were anxious, but as they got closer, the steps gradually slowed down.
How about an excuse
Xie Heng caressed the bowl in distress, the temperature came through the stone bowl and along the palm of his hand.
Xie Ziyou is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, he is definitely unwilling to accept his gift, at least he has to find a reason to give the other party a step...
After thinking for a long time, Xie Heng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
Have!
Collect money from him!
This is not a gift, but a transaction. The price should not be too high, as it would appear greedy; it should not be too low, as it would be a humiliation. You have to set a just right price and take a good measure...
How about ten taels of silver
For ordinary people, ten taels of silver can support their expenses for a year or even several years, which is really not cheap. But for Xie Ziyou, who was born in a family of cultivators, he saw many transactions in units of crystals on weekdays, so he probably wouldn't take ten taels of silver to heart.
Xie Heng's thoughts were crackling, thinking that he had already taken care of all aspects.
Unexpectedly, when he stood in front of Xie Ziyou and gently said "one piece of ten taels of silver", the young man on the opposite side tilted his head and thought for a moment, his beautiful peach eyes were slightly raised, and he said bluntly: "I have no money."
Xie Heng: "...?"
Don't have ten taels of silver
Is there any mistake, the Xie family is so stingy when the son-in-law goes out to explore, and doesn't even give any money
But immediately, Xie Heng stretched out a white hand in front of him, and took the stone bowl. Xie Heng was taken aback for a moment, while the young man in front of him had slightly red cheeks, twinkling eyes, and said in a distressed tone: "Wait, I'll find something for you."
Xie Heng subconsciously said: "What is it?"
Could it be the sword bone
Xie Ziyou turned his head slightly, avoiding his doubtful eyes, looked at the sparkling lake in front of him, and whispered: "Take me for myself, do you want it?"
He was ashamed to say that before he could finish, his whole body was already red from the neck to the roots of the ears, and the rosyness oozed from the depths of his skin, melting on the white and delicate skin like enamel, like a rosy cloud on his head, shedding a brilliant light like fire.
If you don't agree, I'll strangle you, Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth, thinking ferociously.