"Okay." He was a little damp. He failed to start a fire the first time, but he managed to get a small flame on the second try. It slowly grew bigger and eventually got the firewood burning.
The Mo Dao was used for the first time again, this time as a rack for grilling fish.
Fang Rong didn't grill any crabs, and they weren't very tasty anyway, so he only grilled the fish. While grilling the fish, he also dealt with the snake, cutting off its head and removing its gallbladder.
"Fang Hua, come here, I have something good for you to eat."
"What's that?" Fang Hua heard the noise from afar and swam over from the water.
"Of course it's good stuff, open your mouth." Fang Rong smiled innocently.
"Ah." Fang Hua quickly opened his mouth.
A bluish-black object was thrown into his mouth. Fang Hua chewed it once out of habit, then immediately tried to spit it out.
Fang Rong quickly covered his mouth, "This is good stuff, you can't spit it out."
This is the essence of a snake; eating it regularly is very good for your health.
Of course, eating it raw is not recommended, but Fang Hua is strong and healthy, so eating it raw would only enhance his virility.
"There's a reward for swallowing it."
Fang Hua was stunned for a moment, but in the end, he obediently swallowed it.
"Good boy." Fang Rong praised him, and immediately felt great.
One side of the fish was almost cooked through, and Fang Rong picked the meat off for him. "Is it good?"
"Mmm." This is really delicious, but Fang Hua still has a bitter taste in his mouth and can't taste it for a while, but everything Fang Rong makes is delicious.
"Then another piece." Although they were in the wild, as a chef, it was instinctive for him to bring seasonings with him when he went out. Of course, when he didn't have a space, he would bring small bags, but when he had a space, he would bring big bags.
Fang Hua was naturally happy to have food, and he happily went over there.
He ate almost all of the fish meat on that side, while Fang Rong only tasted a few bites.
In reality, he couldn't taste that his own cooking was delicious; he could only roughly feel that it was alright. He used to cook for himself because he was afraid that others wouldn't cook it cleanly. Later, he felt that his own cooking wasn't good enough and that it was better to eat what others cooked.
Of course, after becoming a chef, I never dared to eat food made by others again.
It's true that it's unhygienic. In short, no matter how delicious or bad the food is, they will taste every dish as soon as it comes out. If it's good, they will take a few more bites; if it's not good, they will take a bite and throw it back into the pot.
Washing vegetables is just a perfunctory task, and I basically don't wash my hands after using the toilet. Men, you know, always have to touch their little brother after using the toilet, and if you don't wash your hands after touching it, you'll know what it feels like.
Of course, Fang Rong never did that, but his master did it often. After seeing this, he was so scared that he never dared to order takeout again and always cooked for himself whenever possible.
Unless absolutely necessary, such as when I have a back injury and really don't want to move.
For example, when Fang Hua wanted to cook, he was a complete kitchen disaster. He couldn't even cook noodles properly, let alone stir-fry dishes.
If Fang Rong hadn't secretly added seasonings and side dishes to him to prevent him from losing face, he would have thought he cooked a delicious meal.
And he seems to really enjoy cooking.
That's terrifying.
He dared to do Fang Rong, but he wouldn't dare to eat her food.
"Hurry up and finish eating so we can go home." He also set up the snake meat, cut it into sections, propped it up with a knife, and put it on the fire to roast.
The blades were all charred black; it took quite a bit of effort to get them right.
The main problem is that he had nothing better to do than think about removing the bones from a snake. That would be a huge undertaking. Although snakes look soft and boneless and are extremely agile, they are actually made up of bones all over their bodies, and they are thin and small, covering the entire body, making them very difficult to handle.
It's like deboning a fish. Once a fish is cooked, deboning it is quite easy. But snakes, whether raw or cooked, are difficult to debon.
If he weren't worried about Fang Hua, that idiot, getting stuck, he wouldn't be idle with nothing to do.
I accidentally cut my finger, and it bled profusely.
There's a saying that's very true: those who get injured are usually good with knives, and those who drown are usually good at swimming.
His hand, which he used to practice with his sword, was often covered in wounds.
"You're bleeding." Fang Hua had a keen sense of smell and detected a faint scent of blood, though it was masked by the smell of snakes.
But he just can smell it. There's nothing he can do; his nose is too sensitive. He can smell everything, and sometimes he even smells bad himself.
Then he showed a disgusted expression.
Brother, that's your own shit.
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