There are many gods and great powers, and after a while, they all move to the garden.

The goddess of the hunt saw the wallabies hiding behind her timidly, holding her legs, not daring to look at the pile of kangaroo carcasses. Its mother wasn't killed by these creatures, so it's not in it.

When the god of wine saw the wallaby, he couldn't help but wonder: "There is so much meat, why do you catch such a one?" ”

The goddess of the hunt immediately glared at her, and picked up the little kangaroo, which was not much older than an adult hound: "It will be my pet from now on!" ”

Not only hugged tightly, but also covered the wallaby's eyes with his hands, and turned away.

"This thing as a pet?" Bacchus was stunned: "Doesn't she like golden-horned deer and hunting dogs the most?" I can't raise it myself, so how can I keep a pet. ”

Xining raised her eyebrows: "It eats grass." ”

Just eat grass, no meat to feed. Bacchus turned to look at the large pile of meat on the ground: "What the hell is this?" ”

It's such an outdated god that even kangaroos don't know it. Xining didn't bother to talk nonsense, because there was something to do next.

The prey is caught, but what to do with it?

When the god tried it, he immediately complained, saying that the animal's two-legged look, when it hung upside down, looked like a human being, and it was oozing panic. If you keep getting it, you won't be able to eat dinner.

Xining said that she only cooked, and did not know how to handle meat, so she asked the ink god to tell the god of heaven.

Telling the god of Zeus that flying around wasting his strength, the ink god directly discussed with the appropriate god.

"You mean that I have to hunt and deal with prey again?" Apollo and the little harp began to play, though it didn't fit in with the bloody atmosphere.

"This thing may make other gods uncomfortable, think that the God of Light is the most capable, or ask Apollo to skin it." The ink god consulted as politely as possible.

"Aren't you afraid that I won't fit in?" Apollo played tepidly, and the melodious music that flowed from his fingers echoed through the garden, causing the gods to listen with bated breath for a moment.

Will you not fit in? In ancient times, a mortal musician challenged Apollo, and after Apollo defeated his opponent, he skinned his opponent to death to punish the mortal's arrogance.

At that time, when I was peeling, I didn't feel uncomfortable, but now I have to have dinner.

"For the sake of the King of Zeus, for the sake of the gods, do me a favor and look at the God of War......" The ink god turned his head to the side.

Apollo looked over and saw the god of war chopping with his sword. He cut off his head and cut off his abdomen again...... That kind of kind, it is simply indescribable, many gods who have never been killed, they dare not look sideways, and they are disgusted again and again.

But the god of war was extremely happy and excited, holding a golden sword, and slashing with two swords. A group of sub-gods all went into battle and hung the kangaroo corpse on the tree, so that they could catch up with the speed of the god of war.

The feeling is that the god of war treats kangaroos as people on the battlefield, and the more ketchup there is and sprays everywhere, the happier he is!

Apollo said angrily: "Just split into pieces." ”

"No!" Moshen explained: "The ugly girl said that this skin can also be worth a little money, in exchange for a little oil, salt, sauce and vinegar." ”

The most important thing is to sell the ink god, and there will definitely be benefits to be made in the middle after the sale.

Apollo could only stand up and stuff the small harp in his hand into the hand of the ink god: "I will only peel five sheets, and find other gods for the rest." ”

"Okay!" The ink god immediately agreed, and instead shouted at those male gods: "You, one by one, can't peel off the skin yourself, so you will find help." It must be peeled, otherwise there will be no dinner...... Oops, don't hurt the skin, that's not the price of the whole sheet. ”

Xining went to the computer in the study and checked the cooking method of kangaroo meat, and when she came out, the kangaroo had already been processed. The fairy servants are washing the ground with water to lighten the smell of blood. The entrails should be taken to the other end of the garden and buried in the soil as flower fertilizer.

Pieces of sliced kangaroo meat sit in the basket where the seafood was originally kept, and it feels a bit like beef.

That's so much meat, enough to eat two meals. After all, there are many gods here, and there are more than 100 of them.

Xining thought for a while: "Just grill and eat, let's have a barbecue tonight." ”

Roast meat was one of the favorite of the gods, and the gods were all delighted and cheered.

Grass was originally planted here, and even if it was washed with water, it still smelled. So I changed places, built a bonfire, and went to the kitchen to find a baking needle, and marinated, cut, and skewered meat on the spot.

Some gods are not so particular about it, and they skewer a large piece of it on a twig and roast it on the fire.

Cutting meat and grilling, which one can't do it? Xining was just lazy, so she only found spices and basins, put them aside, and sat on the mat to watch the excitement.

Bacchus also has the ability, although he did not process meat this time, but in the manor, he followed his feelings, found the wine cellar of Meishen, and took out the wine inside.

There was wine and meat, which made the gods already very satisfied. In ancient times, barbecue and sake were considered very good. No matter how old it is, human beings are in a period of ignorance, and they don't even have wine.

"Ugly girl, taste it." Apollo brought a bowl of freshly roasted meat and leaned over her. The meat is grilled whole and then cut with a knife and piled on a plate. This protoss is not so delicate in eating and drinking, just big fish and big meat.

"Thank you." Xining was also polite, took a piece and put it in his mouth: "Well, it's okay." ”

"Or am I?" Apollo made a good deal at the right time.

It's a good bastard, it's not a good thing. Hienin smiled, undeniable.

While eating the meat, Apollo watched the gods divide the meat and drink wine, laughing loudly, as if he had a sigh: "I don't know how long this can last." ”

Xinin took the meat from Apollo's plate and ate it: "Work hard, as long as mortals still remember them and can give faith power, they should be able to maintain." ”

"I hope so." Apollo ate two more pieces, and suddenly whispered, "You have a way, and you have to think of a way." ”

Hiinin was just going to get the meat, and when he heard this, he shook his hand and looked sideways at Apollo.

It was already dark, and three bonfires were burning. Against the backdrop of the red flames, Apollo's face was so handsome that it was brighter than the flames.

Apollo looked at her, and the shape of her face was as perfect as a carving, and for a moment it felt as if she was in a dream. The tone was still gentle: "Maybe other gods can't see through you, but I can." ”

Retracted his hand. I felt something was wrong just now, and the great god took the initiative to come over with the meat, and he was courteous and courteous, either a traitor or a thief.

This meat doesn't seem to be delicious, Xining pretended to be dazed: "Apollo, great and wise, what do you see me?" Is it my mediocre face, or is it the mind that is trying to live? ”

But in his heart, he was asking for help: "Mo Ming, what's the matter?" ”

Mo Ming: "Dear, ask yourself, the time has come to cultivate your ability." ”

......, can you replace such a cheap system?

Apollo smiled, his eyes flickering slightly: "Don't forget, I'm still the god of prophecy." ”