He held the group of roast chickens and looked at the young man who was digging out the medicine basket. Vaguely, he saw that she had pulled a net away and caught a pheasant from it.
"Now, Brother Lu, please leave it to them to deal with it. You can roast it for the uncle." Feng Jiu handed the fluttering pheasant to Lu Jiming on the side.
Lu Jiming glanced at Feng Jiu, then handed it to the people behind him and told them to deal with it.
A gray-clothed old man leaned forward, glanced at the basket and asked: "You put the pheasant in it, the herbs in it should be trampled on it?"
Vaguely, only some messy herbs and a black net were seen. Because the light was dark at night, he couldn't tell which herbs were inside. As for the black net, he ignored it as an ordinary net.
"It's okay. It's just some common herbs that can be washed and dried. Moreover, I plan to sell them in the city. Even if they don't look good, they are worth a few dollars." She laughed With a smile, he arranged the contents of the basket and put the basket behind him.
"Uncle, come, just give it to me, I can eat it if it's hot." She pointed to the roast chicken that was left.
"Here." Master Lu handed it to him. After he opened it, he was interspersed with branches and roasted on the fire. He said: "Otherwise, let them bake them hot, and the taste will be better."
Feng Jiu flipped through the sticks of roast chicken in his hands, and said, "No, no, I can just eat this."
Seeing this, Master Lu didn't say much, but when the roast chicken in Feng Jiu's hand was heated, the scent burst out, and he couldn't help swallowing: "You roast chicken smells. It smells so good!"
"You must have this craft when you live in the mountains, or you won't be able to eat good things." Feng Jiu said with a smile, looked at Master Lu next to him, and said, "I have eaten this, and I won't give it to you. I'll help you roast that pheasant when I finish eating!"
"Ha ha ha, good." Old man Lu nodded in response.
So, after Feng Jiu finished eating, she took the prepared pheasant and roasted it. When she was about to add seasoning to the pheasant, a man yelled and asked, "What did you add!" Then he was wary. Want to grab the seasoning bottle in her hand.
Feng Jiu squinted his eyes, and the branch he held in his other hand drew directly towards the man's outstretched hand, only to hear a slamming sound, accompanied by the sound of the man gasping.
"hiss!"
The man instinctively withdrew his hand, stared at Feng Jiu with a pair of tiger eyes, and then stretched out his hand to look, only to see a red mark on the back of his hand, he was even more angry: "You kid dare to hit me!" To wave towards Feng Jiu.
"presumptuous!"
The man next to him sighed in a deep voice, with a high-level pressure in his voice. The man's heart was shocked, his eardrums hurt, he involuntarily retracted his hands and lowered his head, and took a step back.
Master Lu sternly swept away, and taught: "It's getting more and more irregular! Don't retreat!"
"Yes." The man glared at Feng Jiu angrily before dropping his head down.
"Brother Feng, don't be surprised, they are also worried about my body." He said with a smile, looking deeply at the boy next to him, a little surprised at the scene where he just shot his guard.
After all, that speed is incredibly fast.