Chapter 31
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Naturally, what Mu Feng wants to do is chicken soup, because the most suitable thing for Shuo Feng's body is to drink chicken soup for nourishment.
When the soup was cooking, the smell of the chicken soup filled the whole cave, and Mingguang and his wife couldn't help but leaned up to Mufeng and asked, "Mufeng, is this the stewed soup you mentioned? It's too fragrant!"
"Yeah!" Mu Feng picked up a small stone jar, filled it up, pulled off two big chicken legs, put them in the bowl, and held them in front of Shuo Feng, "Shuo Feng, it's a little hot, be careful!"
But he thought in his heart: "It's a pity, there are no onions, ginger and shiitake mushrooms, otherwise it would be more fragrant."
At this moment, an idea flashed in his mind: "Yes, onions, ginger, garlic, and mushroom shoots, these can be used as spices and food!"
He immediately had a calculation in his heart.
Shuofeng had already smelled the aroma and was already hungry. He pulled the chicken leg, pinched it in his hand and put it on the tip of his nose to inhale the aroma vigorously, then bit down!
It's just that he bit the whole chicken leg in his mouth with this bite, which made him stick out his tongue repeatedly.
Even so, Shuo Feng was still reluctant to let go after tasting such a delicious Shuo Feng for the first time, he chewed twice and swallowed it down.
Mu Feng was a little helpless, he thought of how the original chicken refused to let go in order to eat fish sticks.
Then he hurriedly suppressed this thought, after all, people are different from animals!
While Mu Feng was sighing, Shuo Feng ate another chicken leg, and then picked up the stone pot and smelled the chicken soup, and drank it all with his head raised.
Looking at him, it seems that the chicken soup is not hot, and it seems that he poured it directly into his stomach as if he had no throat.
"Is there any more?" Shuo Feng, who finished drinking the soup in an instant, was still not satisfied, and looked at Mu Feng.
"Yes!" Mu Feng held the stone pot, turned around to fill him with soup, and gave Shuo Feng the rest of the chicken.
Shuo Feng was not too polite, he ate the meat and drank the soup like a storm.
Mu Feng was dumbfounded.
That was a primitive chicken that weighed no more than seven or eight catties, and with the addition of a large stone pot of soup, Shuo Feng ate it all by himself!
It's not that he loves the chicken, but with such a large amount, can Shuo Feng's stomach hold it?
It's just that he obviously worried too much. After eating and drinking, Shuo Feng rubbed his stomach, let out a stinky and loud fart, then stood up from the thatched bed, covered his nose and said, "Go out and talk!"
Mu Feng looked at Shuo Feng in surprise, "You don't need to rest anymore?"
"No! It's too uncomfortable to sleep on it!" Shuo Feng shook his head, "And I'm fine!"
The shock in the eyes of Ming Guang who was following him was unbelievable, and he was a little more certain about the spell that Mu Feng cast in his heart.
The more so, the brighter his eyes became.
Shuo Feng came outside the cave and took a big breath of fresh air: "Don't worry, Huamaolong, I won't eat you for nothing. I'll give you another one later!"
Mu Feng didn't take it seriously, shook his head and said, "No need!"
"What's the point!" Hei Shou straightened his neck, "I know the flower hair dragon is hard to catch, so I will definitely pay you!"
"But, there are already more than one hundred in the tribe!" Mu Feng said with a smile.
"How is it possible!" Shuo Feng looked at Mu Feng incredulously, "More than a hundred! You lied to me, right?"
"What are you doing lying to you?" Mu Feng smiled and shook his head, "You will find out if you follow me to see!"
Shuofeng was dubious, and followed Mufeng to Beishan.
And Ming Guang, who didn't follow, was obviously very relieved for the two of them.
The two came to the chicken coop, Shuofeng looked at the primitive chicken galloping in the chicken coop, and was speechless in surprise.
He looked at the wild sheep in the sheepfold again, and asked uncertainly, "Did you catch these during the past few days when I was in a coma?"
"Yeah!" Mu Feng laughed and nodded, "Well, now you believe it!"
"I believe it!" Shuo Feng looked at the wild sheep and the primitive chicken, his eyes sparkled.
Mu Feng suddenly remembered the purpose of going to find Ming Guang today, looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes brightened, and he asked with a smile: "Shuo Feng, is the soup delicious just now?"
"It's delicious!" Shuo Feng said with a smile, "I've never had such a delicious drink!"
"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded and smiled, "But if you can put some other things in it, the taste will be even better!"
"Ah, can it be better?" Shuo Feng was surprised, and hurriedly asked, "What?"
"Uh, put some spices in it, such as onions, mushrooms and the like."
"Spices, mushrooms?" Shuo Feng looked puzzled, "Where are they?"
Mu Feng felt happy, Shuo Feng had found an idea.
He smiled and said, "There are forests and mountains outside! So we can go there to find them!"
Shuo Feng suddenly understood what Mu Feng meant: "You mean to go to the woods to find it? But the woods are too dangerous, they are all wild beasts. We don't have weapons either!"
What he meant was obvious. There were many wild beasts outside, and they were also very dangerous.
But if he has a weapon, he dares to go out.
Mu Feng knew him very well, and what he was waiting for was his words.
"Why not?" He stretched out his hand, holding a fine iron dagger that was as long as his forearm, "Hey, here you are!"
"This is..." Shuo Feng breathed out suddenly, "This is a golden weapon! It's the sharpest golden knife!"
He looked at Mu Feng in disbelief: "Where did you get it?"
Before Mu Feng could answer, he asked eagerly, "Is this for me?"
Mu Feng smiled and nodded, and handed him the knife.
Shuo Feng's momentum suddenly changed after receiving the knife, and a confident and fierce expression suddenly appeared on his thin and dark face.
He licked his lips and grinned, "With this golden knife, I can take you into the jungle!"
Mu Feng looked at it, nodded and smiled.
But he sighed softly again in his heart: "What the hell, this knife is too expensive, 200 achievement points!"
(end of this chapter)
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Naturally, what Mu Feng wants to do is chicken soup, because the most suitable thing for Shuo Feng's body is to drink chicken soup for nourishment.
When the soup was cooking, the smell of the chicken soup filled the whole cave, and Mingguang and his wife couldn't help but leaned up to Mufeng and asked, "Mufeng, is this the stewed soup you mentioned? It's too fragrant!"
"Yeah!" Mu Feng picked up a small stone jar, filled it up, pulled off two big chicken legs, put them in the bowl, and held them in front of Shuo Feng, "Shuo Feng, it's a little hot, be careful!"
But he thought in his heart: "It's a pity, there are no onions, ginger and shiitake mushrooms, otherwise it would be more fragrant."
At this moment, an idea flashed in his mind: "Yes, onions, ginger, garlic, and mushroom shoots, these can be used as spices and food!"
He immediately had a calculation in his heart.
Shuofeng had already smelled the aroma and was already hungry. He pulled the chicken leg, pinched it in his hand and put it on the tip of his nose to inhale the aroma vigorously, then bit down!
It's just that he bit the whole chicken leg in his mouth with this bite, which made him stick out his tongue repeatedly.
Even so, Shuo Feng was still reluctant to let go after tasting such a delicious Shuo Feng for the first time, he chewed twice and swallowed it down.
Mu Feng was a little helpless, he thought of how the original chicken refused to let go in order to eat fish sticks.
Then he hurriedly suppressed this thought, after all, people are different from animals!
While Mu Feng was sighing, Shuo Feng ate another chicken leg, and then picked up the stone pot and smelled the chicken soup, and drank it all with his head raised.
Looking at him, it seems that the chicken soup is not hot, and it seems that he poured it directly into his stomach as if he had no throat.
"Is there any more?" Shuo Feng, who finished drinking the soup in an instant, was still not satisfied, and looked at Mu Feng.
"Yes!" Mu Feng held the stone pot, turned around to fill him with soup, and gave Shuo Feng the rest of the chicken.
Shuo Feng was not too polite, he ate the meat and drank the soup like a storm.
Mu Feng was dumbfounded.
That was a primitive chicken that weighed no more than seven or eight catties, and with the addition of a large stone pot of soup, Shuo Feng ate it all by himself!
It's not that he loves the chicken, but with such a large amount, can Shuo Feng's stomach hold it?
It's just that he obviously worried too much. After eating and drinking, Shuo Feng rubbed his stomach, let out a stinky and loud fart, then stood up from the thatched bed, covered his nose and said, "Go out and talk!"
Mu Feng looked at Shuo Feng in surprise, "You don't need to rest anymore?"
"No! It's too uncomfortable to sleep on it!" Shuo Feng shook his head, "And I'm fine!"
The shock in the eyes of Ming Guang who was following him was unbelievable, and he was a little more certain about the spell that Mu Feng cast in his heart.
The more so, the brighter his eyes became.
Shuo Feng came outside the cave and took a big breath of fresh air: "Don't worry, Huamaolong, I won't eat you for nothing. I'll give you another one later!"
Mu Feng didn't take it seriously, shook his head and said, "No need!"
"What's the point!" Hei Shou straightened his neck, "I know the flower hair dragon is hard to catch, so I will definitely pay you!"
"But, there are already more than one hundred in the tribe!" Mu Feng said with a smile.
"How is it possible!" Shuo Feng looked at Mu Feng incredulously, "More than a hundred! You lied to me, right?"
"What are you doing lying to you?" Mu Feng smiled and shook his head, "You will find out if you follow me to see!"
Shuofeng was dubious, and followed Mufeng to Beishan.
And Ming Guang, who didn't follow, was obviously very relieved for the two of them.
The two came to the chicken coop, Shuofeng looked at the primitive chicken galloping in the chicken coop, and was speechless in surprise.
He looked at the wild sheep in the sheepfold again, and asked uncertainly, "Did you catch these during the past few days when I was in a coma?"
"Yeah!" Mu Feng laughed and nodded, "Well, now you believe it!"
"I believe it!" Shuo Feng looked at the wild sheep and the primitive chicken, his eyes sparkled.
Mu Feng suddenly remembered the purpose of going to find Ming Guang today, looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes brightened, and he asked with a smile: "Shuo Feng, is the soup delicious just now?"
"It's delicious!" Shuo Feng said with a smile, "I've never had such a delicious drink!"
"Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded and smiled, "But if you can put some other things in it, the taste will be even better!"
"Ah, can it be better?" Shuo Feng was surprised, and hurriedly asked, "What?"
"Uh, put some spices in it, such as onions, mushrooms and the like."
"Spices, mushrooms?" Shuo Feng looked puzzled, "Where are they?"
Mu Feng felt happy, Shuo Feng had found an idea.
He smiled and said, "There are forests and mountains outside! So we can go there to find them!"
Shuo Feng suddenly understood what Mu Feng meant: "You mean to go to the woods to find it? But the woods are too dangerous, they are all wild beasts. We don't have weapons either!"
What he meant was obvious. There were many wild beasts outside, and they were also very dangerous.
But if he has a weapon, he dares to go out.
Mu Feng knew him very well, and what he was waiting for was his words.
"Why not?" He stretched out his hand, holding a fine iron dagger that was as long as his forearm, "Hey, here you are!"
"This is..." Shuo Feng breathed out suddenly, "This is a golden weapon! It's the sharpest golden knife!"
He looked at Mu Feng in disbelief: "Where did you get it?"
Before Mu Feng could answer, he asked eagerly, "Is this for me?"
Mu Feng smiled and nodded, and handed him the knife.
Shuo Feng's momentum suddenly changed after receiving the knife, and a confident and fierce expression suddenly appeared on his thin and dark face.
He licked his lips and grinned, "With this golden knife, I can take you into the jungle!"
Mu Feng looked at it, nodded and smiled.
But he sighed softly again in his heart: "What the hell, this knife is too expensive, 200 achievement points!"
(end of this chapter)
Naturally, what Mu Feng wants to do is chicken soup, because the most suitable thing for Shuo Feng's body is to drink chicken soup for nourishment. When the soup was cooking, the smell of the chicken soup filled the whole cave, and Mingguang and his wife couldn't help but leaned up to Mufeng and asked, "Mufeng, is this the stewed soup you mentioned? It's too fragrant!" "Yeah!" Mu Feng picked up a small stone jar, filled it up, pulled off two big chicken legs, put them in the bowl, and held them in front of Shuo Feng, "Shuo Feng, it's a little hot, be careful!" But he thought in his heart: "It's a pity, there are no onions, ginger and shiitake mushrooms, otherwise it would be more fragrant." At this moment, an idea flashed in his mind: "Yes, onions, ginger, garlic, and mushroom shoots, these can be used as spices and food!" He immediately had a calculation in his heart. Shuofeng had already smelled the aroma and was already hungry. He pulled the chicken leg, pinched it in his hand and put it on the tip of his nose to inhale the aroma vigorously, then bit down! It's just that he bit the whole chicken leg in his mouth with this bite, which made him stick out his tongue repeatedly. Even so, Shuo Feng was still reluctant to let go after tasting such a delicious Shuo Feng for the first time, he chewed twice and swallowed it down. Mu Feng was a little helpless, he thought of how the original chicken refused to let go in order to eat fish sticks. Then he hurriedly suppressed this thought, after all, people are different from animals! While Mu Feng was sighing, Shuo Feng ate another chicken leg, and then picked up the stone pot and smelled the chicken soup, and drank it all with his head raised. Looking at him, it seems that the chicken soup is not hot, and it seems that he poured it directly into his stomach as if he had no throat. "Is there any more?" Shuo Feng, who finished drinking the soup in an instant, was still not satisfied, and looked at Mu Feng. "Yes!" Mu Feng held the stone pot, turned around to fill him with soup, and gave Shuo Feng the rest of the chicken. Shuo Feng was not too polite, he ate the meat and drank the soup like a storm. Mu Feng was dumbfounded. That was a primitive chicken that weighed no more than seven or eight catties, and with the addition of a large stone pot of soup, Shuo Feng ate it all by himself! It's not that he loves the chicken, but with such a large amount, can Shuo Feng's stomach hold it? It's just that he obviously worried too much. After eating and drinking, Shuo Feng rubbed his stomach, let out a stinky and loud fart, then stood up from the thatched bed, covered his nose and said, "Go out and talk!" Mu Feng looked at Shuo Feng in surprise, "You don't need to rest anymore?" "No! It's too uncomfortable to sleep on it!" Shuo Feng shook his head, "And I'm fine!" The shock in the eyes of Ming Guang who was following him was unbelievable, and he was a little more certain about the spell that Mu Feng cast in his heart. The more so, the brighter his eyes became. Shuo Feng came outside the cave and took a big breath of fresh air: "Don't worry, Huamaolong, I won't eat you for nothing. I'll give you another one later!" Mu Feng didn't take it seriously, shook his head and said, "No need!" "What's the point!" Hei Shou straightened his neck, "I know the flower hair dragon is hard to catch, so I will definitely pay you!" "But, there are already more than one hundred in the tribe!" Mu Feng said with a smile. "How is it possible!" Shuo Feng looked at Mu Feng incredulously, "More than a hundred! You lied to me, right?" "What are you doing lying to you?" Mu Feng smiled and shook his head, "You will find out if you follow me to see!" Shuofeng was dubious, and followed Mufeng to Beishan. And Ming Guang, who didn't follow, was obviously very relieved for the two of them. The two came to the chicken coop, Shuofeng looked at the primitive chicken galloping in the chicken coop, and was speechless in surprise. He looked at the wild sheep in the sheepfold again, and asked uncertainly, "Did you catch these during the past few days when I was in a coma?" "Yeah!" Mu Feng laughed and nodded, "Well, now you believe it!" "I believe it!" Shuo Feng looked at the wild sheep and the primitive chicken, his eyes sparkled. Mu Feng suddenly remembered the purpose of going to find Ming Guang today, looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes brightened, and he asked with a smile: "Shuo Feng, is the soup delicious just now?" "It's delicious!" Shuo Feng said with a smile, "I've never had such a delicious drink!" "Yeah!" Mu Feng nodded and smiled, "But if you can put some other things in it, the taste will be even better!" "Ah, can it be better?" Shuo Feng was surprised, and hurriedly asked, "What?" "Uh, put some spices in it, such as onions, mushrooms and the like." "Spices, mushrooms?" Shuo Feng looked puzzled, "Where are they?" Mu Feng felt happy, Shuo Feng had found an idea. He smiled and said, "There are forests and mountains outside! So we can go there to find them!" Shuo Feng suddenly understood what Mu Feng meant: "You mean to go to the woods to find it? But the woods are too dangerous, they are all wild beasts. We don't have weapons either!" What he meant was obvious. There were many wild beasts outside, and they were also very dangerous. But if he has a weapon, he dares to go out. Mu Feng knew him very well, and what he was waiting for was his words. "Why not?" He stretched out his hand, holding a fine iron dagger that was as long as his forearm, "Hey, here you are!" "This is..." Shuo Feng breathed out suddenly, "This is a golden weapon! It's the sharpest golden knife!" He looked at Mu Feng in disbelief: "Where did you get it?" Before Mu Feng could answer, he asked eagerly, "Is this for me?" Mu Feng smiled and nodded, and handed him the knife. Shuo Feng's momentum suddenly changed after receiving the knife, and a confident and fierce expression suddenly appeared on his thin and dark face. He licked his lips and grinned, "With this golden knife, I can take you into the jungle!" Mu Feng looked at it, nodded and smiled. But he sighed softly again in his heart: "What the hell, this knife is too expensive, 200 achievement points!" end of this chapter
