While fighting, Bu La told his brothers about his heroic deeds. The money Shuo Yu gave him was not enough, so he took back his gun and two cabbages.
This guy, who always had a strong vitality, was originally most afraid of officials like the county magistrate, so he joined the army. Later, he was no longer afraid of local officials, but began to fear officers like Yu Xiaoqing, because such officers would kill local officials without even blinking an eye.
He was now ten times more afraid of military officers than he was of local officials before.
"Beancake, go get some more firewood!"
"Yes, Brother Banxian~!"
This group of guys who could never call other people's names correctly gave Shuoyu a nickname "Half-Immortal" shortly after he joined them, because he always told others that he would become an immortal in the future.
Now the cabbage is ready to be cooked.
Next came the deer meat that Shuoyu had caught. Chunks of it rolled into the pot. He had just secretly used his spiritual power to deal with the blood and other things. It was definitely delicious.
We didn't know what kind of meat it was, we only knew it was edible meat, and there was a lot of it.
Now it was evening, and the last rays of the setting sun fell on their cauldron, which was like a vat, and beneath it a fire was still crackling, cooking food and steaming hope.
The aroma of meat slowly lingered in everyone's nose, and everyone swallowed their saliva at the same time. Shuoyu lifted a corner of the pot lid to take a look, added some more ingredients, and put his vermicelli and eggs in to cook.
The waiting process was tormenting, especially with the rumbling sound of the belly. Li Ula, who had been watching from a distance, swallowed his saliva and came over with a bowl.
Kang Ya grabbed his neck and tried to get him away, because everyone else had contributed more or less, and no one was eating for free.
Li Wula stared at the pot of cabbage, pork and vermicelli stew without moving his eyes. There was more than just desire for food in his eyes.
Shuoyu turned his head and looked at him. Li Wula felt a little embarrassed and his courage, which had risen up, was extinguished again. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was stopped by Shuoyu.
"Brother Lian Sheng, can you make our Northeastern pork stewed with vermicelli? I haven't been home for a long time and I've forgotten what it tastes like. How about you give me a hand?"
Kang Ya put down his hand and turned to look at Shuo Yu. For a moment, he didn't know whether to fight or not. Meng Ya was annoyed as he looked at the face jumping under the firelight. Because of Shuo Yu's words, a fight that should have broken out disappeared without a trace.
It's just that there is one more guy squatting next to the pot waiting.
Li Liansheng straightened his clothes and tried to look as energetic as possible. He also became a part of making this dish. Although he did not contribute anything, he stared at the pork and vermicelli stew in the pot and tasted it with the wooden spoon in Shuoyu's hand.
"Just a little more soy sauce, it will be fine."
So everyone started to stir the sauce because of this sentence, but they could find that everything was already in the pot.
A dark shadow had been seen for who knows how long, but he just came out now, and as soon as he came out he pushed Li Liansheng aside, shouting loudly,
"Of course not! How can you have pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew without soy sauce? Is it still edible without soy sauce? Yangdanzi, go get the soy sauce from my room and bring me two cans!"
No one knew what he was going to do. Shuo Yu watched him warily as he snatched the wooden spoon from Li Liansheng's hand and stirred the pot randomly.
The steam from the food rose on his face, making it difficult for Shuoyu to see his eyes clearly. Milong carefully tasted the [pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew] made by Shuoyu without soy sauce, smacking his lips and not saying a word for a long time.
But once he spoke, it was as if he hadn't spoken in hundreds of years, and he kept on talking like a machine gun.
"What the hell is this? You're telling me this is pork stewed with vermicelli? What kind of meat did you put in this? It has no taste at all, so bland it's not even smelly enough for a fart! Oh my god, what kind of vermicelli is this? Who put a bunch of vermicelli in there? You're a bunch of idiots who deserve to be killed!"
"Damn it, why don't you bring me my soy sauce?"
"Here I come, here I come!"
He took out two cans of meat from his pocket, and everyone just stared at him as he poured the meat into the pot in an extremely violent way, muttering as he poured.
"Why are they boiling eggs here? Who puts boiled eggs in their pork and vermicelli stew?"
Shuo Yu rolled his eyes at him, snatched the wooden spoon from his hand, and fished out the hard-boiled eggs. The two people present had to fill their stomachs first, as the meal would have to wait a while.
The soy sauce came, but Shuoyu stopped him in time when he was halfway through. After all, if he didn't stop Milong, he might put the whole bottle of soy sauce in.
"Do you believe I'll kill you?"
Shuoyu only regarded this sentence as Milong's catchphrase, ignored it, and took back the throne of the chef.
"Go away, do you know how to cook? How can you put so much soy sauce? It's too salty. Who taught you that?"
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