Gourmet of Another World

Birdmaster left and disappeared.

Life on foot is back the way it was.

The sun rises and the sun sets.

Cook pure natural foods and enjoy the delicacies brought about by nature.

Simple as nothing.

Little white mechanical eyes are dim and seem a lot more clumsy.

Occasionally, Hachi would climb onto Xiaobai's head, spin a moving chicken's head, chirp a few shouts, and occasionally shake his chicken's ass into the field, chasing bugs.

The original extraordinary Bazhen chicken became like a wild mountain chicken on a mountain.

Walking is comfortable, or enjoying this saltfish life.

When he's bored, he studies all kinds of food.

The study of cuisine became the only fun of his life.

Outside the mountains, in turmoil.

All sorts of wars continue to break out, and violent killings take place, leading to flames and fires.

There is no sun or moon in the mountains.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter change continuously.

He hasn't been down in a long time, and he hasn't gone to the village to change rice.

The snow drifted down from the sky and landed on the ground in front of the wooden house, covered with a thick coat of cotton.

Xiaobai sat in the yard, stunned, as if he had been made into a snowman by the snow.

Xiao Hachi ran in the snow with a handful of snow on his head.

Wearing a thick cotton padded jacket, he breathed white.

Grunting.

The flames are sparkling, and the hot water in the pan is sparking hot air.

Take a cup of tea on foot and spill some stir-fried coke black tea.

This tea is a specialty of the mountains, with very little production, and is discovered by chance by foot.

Pour boiling water into the teacup.

Tea leaves are infiltrated and its own tea fragrance spreads, haunting.

Tea is in the cup, spinning.

The colour of the tea gradually changed from transparent to turquoise.

Looks very comfortable.

With a cup in his hands and a cotton jacket, he sat on the chair and looked out at the white snow.

Day after day, the footsteps don't know how long he spent in the mountains.

Shh.

Take a sip of tea and warmth away the cold.

Sitting in a chair for a long time.

It was the walking formula that went back to the house and took the hoe up the mountain, although there was a lot less ingredient on the mountain in the winter, but he didn't care.

Find ingredients.

Little White followed quietly.

One puppet at a time went up the hill.

Heavy snowy mountains covered with white snow.

It's really hard to find good ingredients in the blank.

Far away.

A snow rabbit is jumping.

The gait saw it, but it didn't move.

He carried a hoe and followed Snow Rabbit quietly, and Snow Rabbit jumped all the way.

Pretty soon, he got into the nest, where several bunnies were clustered, and his lovely little head drifted around.

The gait smiled slightly.

At a glance far away, he took a hoe and trampled the snow.

On Snow Mountain, in addition to snow rabbits, there are many ingredients.

Winter mushrooms are one.

Little winter mushrooms attach to the trunk, and the snow shakes down like a flower blooming in white light.

Winter mushrooms are picked happily on foot.

Put it in the basket.

Every winter, he comes to pick mushrooms, which are the most popular.

After the pedestrian picking, the mushrooms are dried in the sun and then spread out for standby.

Of course, the direct cooking of winter mushrooms is also very delicious.

Picked mushrooms.

The pedestrian formula did not leave directly.

He walked up the hill, and soon, a hungry wolf stared at the gait.

He jumped toward the gait.

The wolves are starving.

The pedestrians are hungry.

White is a lot awkward though.

But the wolf couldn't climb when he slapped him.

Fong Hao tied the wolf up and threw it in the back basket, because the back basket was heavier, let Xiaobai carry it.

The harvest is good and the pedestrians are not ready to go back yet.

He came to the pond in the mountains.

The pond wrapped a thick layer of ice.

Winter fish is the most beautiful time.

The pedestrian formula will naturally not let go of such delicacies.

He cut a hole in the ice, and a few pungent, fat fish fell into the basket.

Knowing the recipe, left the pond.

Walking on a song, in the snow, humming and leaving the mountain.

It has to be said that the footsteps hummed the song for so many years, the level is still not very long.

Back in the house.

Winter days, always very brief.

It gets dark soon and the temperature gets colder.

The pedestrian formula burns the fire, treats the fish clean, and the fat fish is lightly patted on foot.

Remove the cherished dried mushrooms from the room, which he prepared in previous years.

The dried mushrooms, with a unique aroma, are taken from the mushrooms and placed on treated fish.

Cook together in a pan.

Tencent hot air rises in the mountains.

……

Wow, wow!

Snow was crushed.

Sharp light continues to burst.

Snow falls from the tree trunk.

The terrible knife swept through the thick forest, and countless trees were chopped to pieces...

Severe wheezing.

A figure, dressed in bloody armor, with a huge mouth on his shoulder, spreading from his back to his waist.

Hot blood keeps spilling out of it.

Sprinkled over snow, making it melt.

Beatles scattered and pale.

The man climbed hard in the snow.

Looking back from time to time, there were pursuers after him.

Bum...

An arrow with a root, it emits a cold flash, like a deadly arrow in the night.

Follow the seriously wounded man who climbed fast.

Pfft! Pfft!

An arrow burst into the ground.

Snow flies.

The man's pupils shrunk suddenly.

Body roll, huge force, gushing out of the snow, torso spinning.

An arrow whistled and flew over his face.

“Alone... you can't escape! It is a disgrace to call you the head of the Empire's ten greatest swordsmen, such as the Dog of the Lost! ”

The faint sound came out.

After that, men behind the forest.

A black assassin walks on the snow.

These assassins had a real outburst of anger.

Very fast.

The man was badly wounded with a bite of blood.

He snorted cold and continued to climb forward.

The sword in his hand swung violently.

A sharp sword blows up and slashes at the distant assassins...

Several people reached out at the same time and a sword fell into their hands.

Raise the edge of the sword, boom!

Swordflower ripped the snowflake.

Collide with the slashed sword.

The sword flexed and a huge force burst open.

Took a few steps back from the assassins...

The swords are seamless, and these assassins are fairly clever to mend.

After all, the more seriously the man was injured, the more impatient the breath became.

Assassins approaching.

With him in the deep mountains, the battle was terrifying.

The ground was covered in blood, and countless trees were cut into nothingness by swordfire.

The mountains are shaking!

The sword collides with the sword, constantly making noises.

A long time later.

The war is over.

Only a few faceless assassin bodies were left on the ground.

The deep, shallow footprints spread towards the depths of the dense forest.

Wind and snow blowing.

The footprints were submerged under snow.

……

Grunting.

The pedestrian squeezed the time and turned off the fire.

He opened the steam cage, and the hot gas that rolled from the steam cage began to gush.

The heat in the night, like a rolling metal bomb, gradually dissipated.

“Smells good. ”

Smell the scent in the air on foot.

The scent of dried mushrooms is mixed with fish spray and soft fish meat wrapped under lubricated skin for a very tasty look.

In addition to this steamed fish, the pedestrian formula also flipped a piece of mushroom fried.

A slightly viscous juice falls, and the mushroom chips seem to shine.

Fresh mushrooms and dried mushrooms taste completely different.

The recipe is placed on the table by foot.

Turn around and go back to the cabin.

A pot of wine was taken from the well made cellar.

This is a pedestrian wine that has been made for several years...

Take a sip when you feel comfortable.

The wine is delicious and intoxicating.

He has made a lot of wine and, to say the least, he has a deep sense of gait.

But……

From the pedestrian point of view, the previous wines were made using a unique method of production.

In fact, brewing is an emotional pavement.

The intensity of this emotion depends on the winemaker.

Previously on foot, more on the surface was the emotion of winemaking.

And of course, even if it's just a technique, it's amazing.

Not much wine.

Almost one fist size.

Foxtrots opened the lid.

The intense aroma spreads from it…

……

Loneliness is very tiring, he feels his blood is flowing too much...

He almost fainted.

Looking for fairy roads, treading...

He's lonely, and he's dying.

Sighed and he was helpless.

Generation of Sword God, is he going to die in this tiny, deserted mountain now?

Loneliness laughs.

Or many years from now, the descendants will name this mountain Double Mountain... after all, on this mountain lies his Double Sword God.

Far away.

A little bit of fire.

Slowly.

The fire gradually spread in his eyes, and he was a little dizzy.

Loneliness coughed up blood, dotted blood on the white snow and stained with bloody clubs.

Push.

He fell on his knees.

The whole face was buried in the snow.

The messy hair spread over his face and he could only hear his breath and heartbeat.

I'm dying...

Loneliness sighed.

Suddenly.

A fat chicken comes with wings and snow treading.

The chicken seemed a little curious to observe him for a while.

He circled around his body.

Lonely, double-motionless, but able to perceive the live, jumping, fat chicken.

Suddenly.

The fat chicken stepped on his head and jumped on his body...

Loneliness almost killed me with no breath.

Flip your eyes.

I can't help it at last.

“Hachi... don't be ridiculous. ”

A thin figure walks out of the fire.

The faint sound sounds thorough.

Loneliness and blurred consciousness only led to the feeling of a cold iron palm falling and lifting his body like a chicken.

Loneliness opens its eyes with a strong consciousness.

Pause…

A goosebump covered in iron skin magnified in his eyes.

Loneliness was frightened and passed out.

……

“White, you scared the shit out of me. ”

Pull the corner of the gait.

In the middle of the night, someone actually came up on this mountain.

At a glance, this was full of wounded people, but the walking formula did not see death.

Let White take this man back to the cabin.

Throw it in the yard.

He sat on the chair, rubbed his hands, and breathed a whitewash.

Get ready to eat.

Steamed fish with mushrooms is absolutely delicious.

A chopstick was clipped on the foot and the fish was sprayed with tenderness.

The entrance instantly opens like juice...

One bite of fish, one bite of wine.

Clear wine in your stomach, like a fire, lets the pores of the gait squares open.

Hachi wandered around the footsteps, begging for food.

The pedal threw a piece of fish at Hachi after.

Just poured a glass of wine.

Walked to the seriously wounded man.

I sighed at the sad look of the latter.

Pour the liquid into this person's mouth...