Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
Does he really think he's some kind of personal servant?
The man's lips twitched, and he nodded: "Okay!"
Mo Qingcheng pursed her lips and whistled. Her eyes flickered slightly as she glanced in a certain direction, clearing a space to barbecue wild game.
Before long, the man came over carrying two pheasants, his face dark, and slammed them to the ground with a "bang".
Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly: "How do you want to die?"
"..." Xuan Yuanlin was slightly taken aback, his cold eyes fixed on Mo Qingcheng, "You did this on purpose."
"Yes!" You have a problem with that? Mo Qingcheng glanced at the man with disdain, waved her hand, and the meaning was self-evident: get lost if you have nothing to say, and don't interfere with what I'm doing.
Xuan Yuanlin was furious, and his clenched fist loosened again: "What exactly do you want..."
"roll!"
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Qingcheng interrupted him, saying, "Either shut up and get on with your work, or get out!"
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
Damn it, I really want to just run away, but... now is not the time...
Mo Qingcheng didn't bother to argue. With a quick glance, she handed the pheasant to Xuan Yuanlin to clean it, while she busied herself preparing barbecue ingredients and gathering some dry branches.
The man, his face dark, went to process the prey. Only later did he realize that water had been scarce along the way, and a question began to form in his mind: "Don't you need water to make chicken soup?"
Xuan Yuanlin was unaware that Mo Qingcheng had never intended to make chicken soup; she only wanted to make beggar's chicken.
The two cooperated quite well afterward, and Mo Qingcheng stuffed some seasoning herbs into the breast cavity of the prepared chicken.
The other one secretly used a little of the seasoning produced by the space. Hehe, such good stuff, isn't it a waste to give it to a stinky man?
Xuanyuan Lin had no idea that his temper had caused him to miss out on a delicious meal.
Mo Qingcheng somehow got hold of a small fish and simmered it in a pot to make fish soup. Before long, the aroma wafted out, making one's mouth water.
Xuanyuan Lin subconsciously sniffed, wishing he could slap himself on the head. It was just a can of fish soup.
I'm craving it but I won't die from not eating it.
Half an hour later, the beggar's chicken was freshly baked. Mo Qingcheng chuckled and handed the first one to Xuan Yuanlin.
"Eat up, don't be shy. You'll be on night watch tonight!" Mo Qingcheng glanced at the man indifferently, glared at him for about a quarter of an hour, and then took out another beggar's chicken.
A moment later, after tidying up, I tore off a chicken leg and hadn't even had a chance to put it in my mouth when suddenly my hand went empty—the chicken leg had vanished.
"Who?" Mo Qingcheng's cold voice echoed in the forest.
Xuan Yuanlin was startled and quickly stood up. Luckily, he hadn't even noticed. He didn't know if the person who came was friend or foe.
Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly: "Believe it or not, the chicken leg is poisoned?"
"You brat, you trying to poison me?" As he spoke, a crazed old man landed lightly, a chicken leg still clutched in his hand, a bite still in his mouth.
Mo Qingcheng chuckled: "Heh, are you sure you want to keep eating?"
Old man: "..."
What a wicked little brat: "You want to starve me to death?"
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
Ugh, so annoying! I took a deep breath and held back.
Farmer didn't remind himself that the old man meant no harm, but who wouldn't be angry in that situation? Is roasting a beggar's chicken easy?
Even a clay figure can retain some spirit after being robbed without explanation.
"Since you like it, senior, then eat it..." Mo Qingcheng glanced at it indifferently, squatted down, picked up the remaining beggar's chicken, and ate it with relish.
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
Crazy old man: "..."
To eat or not to eat, you'd better give me an answer...
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