"I didn’t expect you to be quite shameless and think of yourself as a Zhou Lang in Jiangdong?" Suddenly, there was a loud noise. Feng waited for the horse to go to his right side and sneered
"Feng friends? What are you doing here? Where are my father-in-law and mother? " It is surprised way
"Bah, it’s shameless to even call my father-in-law before meeting the bride."
"Sooner or later, it’s all the same," he said. "Why are you here?"
"Why can’t I come?"
"Of course! I mean, how did you find it here? ？” It is asked with a frown
"Hum, I have left my unique secret recipe of Peach Blossom Island in your horse for a long time. Even if it rains, it is hard to disappear."
"Oh …" He was looking at the sparkling river and suddenly asked, "I’ve been busy on my way these days and I haven’t had a good meal and rest. Will you cook some good food later?"
"Why should I cook for you?"
"Because I heard that your Peach Blossom Island cooking is the best, I want to see if it is true!" It’s thinking that since Huang Rong can cook well, it doesn’t make sense. Can’t this dead bitch?
"joke! Do you want me to do it, I’ll do it? Nice try! " Feng light Hou mouth pursed and refused.
But he was looking at the clouds floating in the sky and whispered, "Feng, you see, it’s going to rain soon. Let’s find a place to shelter from the rain!"
"Whatever. Anyway, I’m just chatting and playing around!" Feng Qinghou has a so-called expression on his face, but he is curious about its origin. Why is he so familiar with me … Peach Blossom Island? Is it really predestined? !
It turns out that Feng Qinghou has been following him right behind him these days. Guo saw that his words and deeds were quite strange all the way, and everyone was out of place, so he became more and more interested until the Yangtze River.
At the right time, a dark cloud on the horizon pressed Tianjiang into darkness, followed by lightning and thunder, and every Jiaolei seemed to hit the top of the head. Generally, it was obvious that there was going to be a rainstorm.
When he saw it, he put his mind back to crossing the river and Feng Qinghou came to a ruined temple to hide from the rain before it poured down.
Later, he was looking for some orange branches to make a fire, then sneaked into a farmer’s house by the river, left some silver, touched a reed rooster, and came back with some pot seasoning. Then God cried and cut the rooster’s belly, washed it clean, pulled out chicken feathers and threw it into the bonfire pot.
"Oh, you can’t get into the flavor by stewing the roots like this! Let me do it! " Feng Qinghou couldn’t watch it anymore. He pushed it away. He was fishing out the rooster again and processing it before putting it in the pot. It didn’t take long for a strange smell to faint.
After the water boiled, Huang Rong lost some mushrooms, jujubes, scallions and garlic horns, and then the fire was stuffy for a while, and I felt that the pot was slurping and ringing, and at the same time, a strong aroma filled the whole ruined temple …
"Oh, I can’t believe that Feng’s friend is not only superb in martial arts, but also very good at cooking. Even if you smell it far away, you feel that your index finger is moving!" It is sighed.
"Hum, don’t look at who I am!" Feng Qinghou smiled smugly and continued to stew the rooster. Soon the soup was cooked and the chicken was cooked.
Feng Qinghou spooned a bowl of chicken and handed it to him. Then he made a bowl of chicken himself and slowly ate it. Suddenly the temple became quiet.
After eating a few bowls, I just saw a piece of chicken butt left at the bottom of the pot. No one wanted to eat it, so Feng Qinghou dug up the spoon and was about to throw it away. Suddenly, he heard someone outside the ruined temple shouting, "Give me your chicken butt."
Feng Qinghou’s heart was surprised that someone behind her was so unconscious that she went back to see that the bearer was a middle-aged beggar.
This man has a square face, a slight beard, a thick foot, a piece of clothing, a piece of patchwork in the east and a piece of clothing in the west, but it is washed clean.
With a green bamboo stick in his hand, jade-like jade, a scarlet-painted gourd face and a drooling look, it seems that if you don’t give him the chicken butt, you will stretch and rob it.
"Nine fingers beggar Hong Qigong? ！” Its right heart is also a surprised. I didn’t expect to meet Hong Qigong here-
Although he has learned a set of "Dragon-beating Ten Hands" and "Dog-beating Stick Method" from Xiao Feng, he has also put away his chopsticks and carefully looked at Hong Qigong.
"Seven male how can you come?" Feng light hou recognized middle-aged beggar identity was a happy call way
"Aha, it turned out to be Huang Laoxie’s daughter, but unfortunately she was met by the old flower here!
Haha, it’s raining heavily in the middle of nowhere. Hello, I’m so casual! "
Hong Qigong’s big makin knife is sitting opposite, holding the chicken’s ass in the spoon and throwing it into the import, munching on it without caring about the image of the elder superior in front of the younger generation.
After eating the chicken’s ass, he drank a few mouthfuls of residual soup, took the gourd and pulled it open, and the wine was overflowing.
"Gu Du Gu Du" Hong Qigong took a few sips of wine and let out a long shout, which seemed to sigh that he had never eaten this delicious food, but his eyes were staring at the last bowl of chicken in Feng Qinghou’s hand.
"Girl? ! Are you a woman? " He was surprised and suddenly looked at Feng Qinghou. He felt that he was tender-skinned, with red lips and white teeth. If he was a woman, he would be very beautiful … But why didn’t I see it? !
"Oh, you killed Qigong!" Feng Qinghou’s face showed two pieces of red clouds, stuffed the chicken in his hand to Hong Qigong and quickly avoided its positive sight.
"Ah ah-I didn’t say anything, what also don’t know! Don’t be paranoid, then. ！”
Hong Qigong held the chicken in his hand and didn’t even eat the chopsticks. He ate it cleanly and couldn’t help but praise it. "Wonderful, wonderful, I want my ancestors to boast that they have eaten several delicious foods in the north and south of the Yangtze River, but they can’t compare with this bowl of roasted chicken!"
"…" He was staring at Feng Qinghou for a long time before asking, "Feng friend, should I call you Huang Rong now?"
"So what!" Huang Rong, who was exposed, also threw caution to the wind, took off his brocade hat, exposed his beautiful long hair and looked at the right path.
"Nothing … I just feel that my eyes can be donated!" He was scratching his head and felt that the world was too wonderful. He kept thinking that "Sister Rong" would always be by his side-
Before, I always sneered at the costume drama, but I didn’t expect things to happen on my head … It was really embarrassing! !
19 Who listens to plum blossoms in Yu Di?
"Miss Huang, I’m curious. Why don’t you dress up as a beggar and change your men’s clothes?" It is still worried about this question and simply asked it out.
"Why should I play beggar? ！” Huang Rong asks.
"Uh …" It was dumb. Yeah, now the plot of The Condor has changed a lot. Why would Huang Rong dress up as a beggar and he met in Zhangjiakou?