The General’s Little Peasant Wife

This place, let alone prey, doesn't even have any fruit to eat, make Ning Mengyao not mention how depressing it is.

Joe Tian's ability to withstand hunger is better than Ning Mengyao's. Even he feels hungry, let alone Ning Mengyao.

“Let's take a look around and see if we can find food.” With Ning Mengyao's hand, Qiao Tian walked toward the silent sound of water.

When it was almost dark, they finally went to the river and looked at the fish swimming inside. Ning Mengyao felt more hungry.

“Go get some firewood, I'll take the fish.” Qiao Tian glanced at Ning Mengyao's appearance, there was no reason not to understand.

Ning Mengyao turned to find dry wood, but it took a while to find just enough dry wood.

By the time Ning Mengyao returned, Qiao Tianchang had caught several fish and had treated them clean.

Ning Mengyao's eyes looked at the fish with bright eyes, but the movement in his hand was not diminished. He quickly lit the firewood in his hand and helped Joe Tian to put the fish together and bake it on the fire heap.

Looking at the roasted fish on the fire pile, Mengyao touched his chin, walked to a place by the river, pulled out a few heels of grass from there, and then stuck it in the fish belly.

“It removes the smell.” Seeing Joe Tian looked at himself with confusion, he preferred to explain with a smile.

The two people who were roasting fish did not notice that a pair of scarlet eyes in the dark were looking at them coldly.

Joe Tian suddenly turned his head and found nothing.

Joe Tian muttered in his heart. Is it his sensory mistake?

Just now, he felt like someone was watching them in the dark, and his eyes were aggressive.

After taking a look around, Joe Tianjing still found nothing. He could only turn his head helplessly and look at Ning Mengyao, who was baking fish seriously.

Half an hour later, a few roasted golden and yellow fish came out of the oven, and Mengyao couldn't help but pick one up and put it in Joe Tianjin's hand, and then looked at him with his eyes open.

Crying shook his head and tore the fish to the mouth of Ning Mengyao.

When the two of you sipped at me and ate it intimately, Ning Mengyao suddenly heard a squeaky voice.

Looking around, Mengyao wondered: “Tianjing, have you heard anything? ”

“Heard you, look beside you.” Joe Tian glanced over the little white dough next to Ning Mengyao's leg.

Mengyao's consciousness turned and he saw a lovely little white group staring at them, no... it should be exactly looking at the fish in their hands.

Having taken a fish that had not yet been eaten, Mengyao placed it in front of Xiaobai Group: “Eat it. ”

The little white group seemed to hesitate for a moment, but couldn't help but look at the smelly fish in front of them.

Seeing the little guy eat it, Mengyao couldn't help laughing. Joe Tianjin on the side was a little uncomfortable, tearing some fish meat to her mouth.

After they had eaten, the little fox was gone.

Some disappointed to look at the complete skeleton on the side, the little thing ran away after eating and didn't give it a hug.

She loves white furry little animals.

“Get some sleep.” Joe Tian stretched out his hand through Ning Mengyao and dragged him into his arms, whispering.

Ning Mengyao nodded, leaning against Joe Tian's open chest, then closed his eyes.

The next day, after he woke up, he saw that Joe Tianjing was already cleaning up the fish, and his clothes were covered with Joe Tianjing's clothes.

Ning Mengyao walked to the river and clarified upstream, watching Joe Tian smoothly cook for himself, with a warm smile on his face.

At this time, Ning Mengyao heard a familiar voice.

When I turned around, I saw yesterday that the little white group had a branch in its mouth and a few fruits hanging from it, which made Ning Mengyao laugh.

When he saw Ning Mengyao, he put down what was in his mouth and squeaked.

Ning Mengyao walked over, picked up the fruit it brought, then held the little white dough in his arms, and rubbed it hard.

There was no objection from Little White Dog, but rather it was well nestled in the arms of Ning Mengyao.

“What is this?”