When the couple brought the cloud chicken back to their camp, they naturally attracted a group of greedy people to watch.
Mr. Liao originally just wanted to sit for a while and then go back to his own tent to rest, but he accidentally heard someone passing by mention the chicken that Gu Mingtai brought back.
Finally, he gave up the idea of taking a rest and quickly strode to the place where Gu Mingtai was packing the Yunji.
"Is this chicken a Yunji?" As soon as Mr. Liao came over, his voice trembling, he stood in front of Gu Mingtai and asked in disbelief.
When Gu Mingtai saw that it was him, his expression improved a little, but he still looked indifferent to him and did not answer his question.
Mr. Liao didn't care about the other person's attitude and continued to stare at the cloud chicken in his hand.
He stared at it for a while, and the more he stared, the more convinced he became that what he had just said was right.
This chicken is the Cloud Chicken. He immediately stood up and looked at Zhang Meng, "Little Meng, where did you get this Cloud Chicken?"
Zhang Meng answered honestly, "The little zombie sent it here. I don't know where it got it from."
When Master Liao heard that this Cloud Chicken was actually related to those zombies, the light in his eyes dimmed a little, and he said with a bit of regret, "So it was brought back by those zombies."
After saying this, he suddenly smiled again, as if talking to himself, "But that's right, this cloud chicken is so precious, how could it be caught so easily?"
At this time, Gu Mingtai had already packed up the cloud chicken weighing about four pounds, sprinkled a handful of salt he had on him, then wrapped it tightly with leaves, and applied a layer of mud on the leaves. Then he put the mud chicken into a pit dug in advance and buried it, and finally started a fire.
Old Master Liao looked at Gu Mingtai who was making a fire, opened his mouth, then suddenly felt embarrassed, closed his mouth again, turned around and walked away.
Zhang Meng looked at Mr. Liao with a strange look on his face, and always felt that the old man seemed to have something to say.
But soon she had no time to think about this, because the roast chicken made by Gu Mingtai was already emitting a fragrant aroma, which not only made her drool, but also woke up the people lying in the tent who were about to sleep.
Half an hour later, Gu Mingtai dug out the mud chicken, cracked the mud on it, and revealed the roasted chicken meat inside. The feeling it gave people was only one way to describe it, and that was fragrance.
Gu Mingtai directly tore off a large piece of chicken leg and put it in Zhang Meng's hand.
Having experienced so many things that day, Zhang Meng couldn't bear the hunger anymore. After swallowing her saliva at the big chicken leg, she immediately started eating it in big mouthfuls.
Gu Mingtai only tore off a chicken wing and ate it and then stopped eating.
Instead, he waited until Zhang Meng finished eating and then tore a chicken leg for her.
Zhang Meng burped after finishing a chicken leg. Seeing another chicken leg being handed to her, she shook her head and said, "No, I'm so full. I can't eat any more."
"Give it to me."
"Don't give it to me, I'll eat it." Two voices followed Zhang Meng's words at the same time.
Old Master Liao and Sheng Liyuan looked at each other, both of them looked a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at each other.
Zhang Meng looked at the two of them approaching, and looked at Mr. Liao in confusion, "Mr. Liao, didn't you go home? Why are you still here?"
Not long ago, she clearly heard the old man say that he wanted to go back.
Mr. Liao looked a little embarrassed at this moment, and he stammered, "I originally wanted to go back, but then I saw the beautiful moonlight here, so I stayed."
Zhang Meng listened to his lame explanation, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, then quickly smoothed them back down and nodded, "So that's how it is."
Sheng Liyuan's stomach was already growling with greed at the taste of the roasted cloud chicken in Gu Mingtai's hand.
"Gu boy, since this old man saved your life, please give me some of your chicken to try. I beg you." Sheng Liyuan stared at the roasted Yun chicken in his hand with shining eyes.
Gu Mingtai looked towards Zhang Meng first, "Do you want to eat more?"
Zhang Meng touched her full stomach and shook her head, "No, I really can't eat any more. Leave some for you and share the rest with them."
She knew that the man was only concerned with taking care of her and he himself had not eaten properly.
Gu Mingtai nodded, tore off a leg, and let the two old men divide the rest.
Don’t underestimate this chicken leg. It weighs at least half a pound.
After eating the chicken leg, Gu Mingtai felt full in his stomach.
"It's delicious. This cloud chicken is worthy of being called a cloud chicken. No wonder it is described as such a treasure in the book. It is indeed so." After finishing the last piece of meat in his mouth, Grandpa Liao wiped his mouth with a look of unsatisfied expression.
"Hey, I don't know if you guys noticed it after eating it, but I did. This chicken is not simple. After eating it, I feel like the true energy in my body seems to have become much purer." Sheng Liyuan suddenly looked at everyone in surprise, and told them what happened behind him in disbelief.
When Mr. Liao heard this, he immediately sat down cross-legged and began to meditate quietly.
Zhang Meng didn't have the feeling they described at all.
She had no choice but to turn her head and look at the man beside her, "Gu Mingtai, do you have the feeling that Mr. Sheng described?"
Gu Mingtai took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Xiao Meng, you help me watch over me while I adjust my breath."
Zhang Meng nodded immediately, "Okay, then go and adjust it quickly."
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