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0959
The man's face lit up with joy, "Oh? Then I'll wait, little brother, go ahead."
Ye Fan went into the forest and ran back after a few minutes, holding a large handful of leaves and something sticky with mud.
"Fragrant leaves, wild ginger?" After the man recognized those two things, he laughed and said: "Little brother, you are really good at thinking of a way. Now the chicken will not be fishy."
Ye Fan ran to the stream, washed the wild mountain ginger, took a kitchen knife, patted the wild mountain ginger, cut it into several pieces, then sandwiched the fragrant leaves and stuffed them into the belly of the chicken.
"Okay, when it is roasted, the flavor of the ginger juice and bay leaves will spread into every inch of the chicken." Ye Fan finished it by himself and felt like he was drooling.
The middle-aged man on the side also had his eyes shining, "Little brother, you are very good at cooking, good, hurry up and start baking."
Soon, the two of them strung six chickens on three wooden sticks and started flipping and grilling them.
This kind of roasting method cannot be done at a fast speed. You can only smoke it slowly with that heat, otherwise the chicken will be burnt and the meat will be too old.
Ye Fan knows this well. After all, many people lived in the wild back then, and roast chicken was a common meal.
The middle-aged man became even happier when he saw that Ye Fan was roasting skillfully. He kept laughing and said, "Little brother, your skills are good."
"Brother, you can do it too. You are indeed a professional foodie," Ye Fan said with a smile.
"A foodie? What is a foodie?" the man wondered.
Ye Fan thought to himself, is this eldest brother a caveman? No internet connection?
¡°A foodie is someone who is particular about what they eat and likes to eat,¡± Ye Fan said.
The man suddenly understood and nodded: "Of course I am a foodie. I don't care about what I wear. I must pay attention to what I eat! Otherwise, I will lose interest in life!"
At this point, the man let out a long sigh and said: "Speaking of which, my two sons are not focused on eating at all, and they can't even fry a poached egg by themselves, so I don't like those two boys very much, and they don't live a particular life.
¡°Little brother, you are quite good. You love to eat and you can cook it yourself. Such a person is really particular about how to live in this world"
Ye Fan looked at the man's appearance and thought that his child should be in middle school or something, so he said: "How many of today's children can cook? It's normal."
"Child?" The man blinked.
"YesBrother, is your son very old?" Ye Fan wondered.
The man then laughed loudly, nodded and said: "Yes, yes, they are just two brats! Haha You can't even fry poached eggs, you two idiots, haha"
Ye Fan was confused for a while, is it so funny? This is the first time I see a father who talks about his son like this. His two sons are probably quite pitiful.
¡°After all, my father went from Kunlun to Shushan to have a picnic. God knows how the two sons got along with their grandparents.
The two chatted and chatted, and even ate the offal skewers as an appetizer.
Ye Fan discovered that this man didn¡¯t know much about some new things, especially some things on the Internet. It was probably because he spent a lot of time in the mountains.
But Ye Fan didn't mind and patiently explained some things to him, and the man understood it quite quickly.
After finally roasting the six chickens, the smell already made Ye Fan salivate.
"Brother, you have three and I have three. I'll give you the biggest one. After all, you built the stove. How about it? Are you particular about it?" Ye Fan asked.
The man smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay little brother, I like your temperament, you are very direct in what you do and speak, and you are also very particular!".
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry. Two strangers met by chance and got together to eat chicken. They even said to each other that the other party was really particular. If outsiders saw it, they would probably think that they were idiots.
This chicken has just been roasted, so it is naturally very hot, but Ye Fan's physical fitness does not care about this temperature, he can even withstand Feng Yan for a while.
Ever since, Ye Fan opened his mouth and started chewing without hesitation.
What surprised Ye Fan was that this middle-aged man started to eat without waiting for it to cool down, and he ate it with gusto.
"Ahit smells so good, tsk tsklittle brother, your wild mountain ginger and fragrant leaves are really amazing! I think we need to give this roasted pheasant a name." The man looked serious, not joking.
Ye Fan broke off a chicken leg, took a big bite, and asked vaguely: "What's the name?"
"Why not call it 'Attention to Roast Chicken'? "The man asked seriously.
¡°Cough! Cough cough!!¡ª¡ª¡±
Ye Fan choked directly. He really wanted to say "you are crazy", but there was no need for us to be strangers, so he smiled and said: "It's not necessary. Just eat chicken. It's delicious. Isn't it unnecessary to give a name?"
The man nodded, "What you said makes sense, so I won't take it."
Ye Fan saw him enjoying the meal and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, don't you think it's too hot?"
¡°It¡¯s not hot, it tastes best when it¡¯s hot,¡± the man said vaguely, his mouth full of oil.
Ye Fan thought to himself, this guy is probably a super foodie, he is already used to eating hot food.
After eating all the chicken bones, Ye Fan walked to the mountain stream, drank some sweet spring water, and rubbed his belly comfortably.
If you think of outdoor barbecue earlier, you won¡¯t have to eat those big pot meals in Shushan. With this way, you won¡¯t have to go back to Shushan sect for the time being.
The middle-aged man also drank some water, and then began to organize his kitchen knives and seasonings.
"Little brother, I didn't even ask you, what do you do here in the mountains? I think you seem to have martial arts, you can run so fast," the man said with a smile.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, "Can you see that I practice martial arts?"
"Hey, this is not a rare thing. As you know, there are a lot of martial arts practitioners in my hometown," the man said with a smile while packing things.
Ye Fan nodded. Indeed, the Kunlun Sect is there, and ordinary people have many opportunities to see warriors.
"I was practicing here, but I encountered something I couldn't figure out, so I wanted to stop and find something to eat, but I met you, brother," Ye Fan said.
"Practice? What kind of kung fu do you practice? I also know some kung fu, maybe we can discuss it?" The man looked at Ye Fan with a smile, but there was a somewhat unpredictable look in his eyes that seemed ordinary. .
Ye Fan had a vague feeling in his heart that this man looked suspicious, but when faced with his look, he didn't feel dangerous, but was willing to talk to him.
"I am practicing swordsmanship, do you understand?" Ye Fan said.
The man clicked his tongue and said, "Jian, you know a little bitbut what exactly do you have a problem with?"
Ye Fan was just idle. Although he didn't think this person could answer his question, but seeing that he was so kind, he simply explained his conflicting point, how can sword intention and sword control be perfectly integrated? Instead of conflict
After finishing speaking, seeing the man frowning and showing no reaction, Ye Fan sighed.
"I am really ill and have to seek medical treatment. Ask a mountain foodie, what can he tell you?"
Ye Fan advised: "Brother, you don't have to think too hard. This is very abstract in nature. It cannot be understood at once, nor can it be solved easily.
¡°For thousands of years, no one in the Shushan sect has truly mastered the art of sword control We had a great time today, so let¡¯s just say goodbye.¡±
The middle-aged man arranged his backpack, slung it on his body, stood up, and said with a kind smile: "Little brother, although I have never seen the sword control skills you mentioned, I have also not seen your sword intention but I think you may regard the sword as a sword too much, so your sword is still just a sword"
Too much sword as a sword? !
Ye Fan didn¡¯t think much when he heard this at first, but he lowered his head and thought about it, and suddenly! Suddenly an idea popped into his mind that made his soul tremble! !
In a flash of lightning, he suddenly grasped the key to solving the problem! !
"Senior!! You mean"
Ye Fan raised his head sharply. Halfway through his words, he was completely confused.
That man has disappeared! ?
In front of him, standing just two or three meters away from him, he disappeared silently! ?
Ye Fan felt the chill starting to rise in his bones, swallowed his throat, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and he was dumbfounded
The last time he felt like this was when he met the fairy sister
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