A large group of flathead brothers who came to brush the traps hid behind the scenes, watching the strange two-legged creatures carry the various kinds of pheasants in the traps, some sweet, some salty, and some fishy, and happily and joyfully and joyfully and boisterously back to the camp, gesturing with each other's claws.

The first one to hold the pot patted his chest and elaborated his point of view in a language with only three tones and two registers in total, and won unanimous praise from all the flatheads.

The little flat-headed gently waved his claws, and the flat-headed figures suddenly scattered from the bushes, and all this happened quietly.

...

At this time, Lin Chou himself was blowing the conch in front of a group of completely blindfolded children.

"Ahem, the trap of this handsome, it is rare in ancient times, it is difficult to find in the world, Confucius once said: The road is simple! Don't look at your brother, this trap looks simple and very rough, but in fact, from the size of the trap mouth to the angle of the slope to the number of spikes at the bottom of the trap, it is all carefully calculated and carefully arranged! ”

Qin Sheng was dumbfounded,

"Brother Chou, you catch these chickens and stuff them all into traps and cover them - don't you think it's troublesome?"

Lin Chou scolded, not caring at all what kind of impact the quintessential language art would have on the children's worldview.

"Little Gayazi! What the hell, these chickens are caught in traps, you know? Damn, there are a lot of people who are not big, and some of them are good to eat, where do you have so many problems?? ”

Erhu tugged at Qin Sheng's sleeve,

"You let Brother Chou finish talking first... I heard my dad say that when I was young, he took Brother Chou to go down to the dragon to net fish, and there was not a single fish in Brother Chou's dragon in the morning, but he was stunned to stuff the guinea fowl raised by Aunt Mole into it and said that it was a dragon net..."

Qin Sheng muttered,

"It's not uncommon for traps to catch chickens... Have you ever seen a trap that can even catch a pot? ”

“...”

But fortunately, the trap master Lin showed off for a while and honestly stewed chicken.

"Hey, I'm so angry, I can catch so many chickens by digging a trap, this day hemp is a bit insufficient! Gotta dig a bigger pot! ”

Gastrodia stewed chicken, resounding delicious.

Of course, if you exclude the strong sour smell of gastrodia.

Xia Yu pinched his nose and asked,

"Brother Chou, are the potatoes you brought back bad... Good... Well..."

The little girl was shy and didn't say the words "urine smell".

Lin Chou's whole body was in waves, and he said while humming a tune,

"Gastrodia is a good thing, it was still a very valuable Chinese herbal medicine before the cataclysm, of course, this taste is really strange, and there will be no more when it is made into a dish, rest assured!"

Gastrodia itself has a strong flavor, and there is no need for excess flavor to mix, just clean the chicken and chop it in half, throw it into the past, fry the oil, and then boil it over high heat.

The types of these chickens are different, what hazel chicken, golden chicken, hemp chicken, small pheasant, etc., the meat quality and taste are different, but once they enter the pot, each other's flavors are blended with each other and transpired, and the aroma that blooms can not be described simply by a fresh word.

Ten minutes before it comes out of the pot, add the diced gastrodia, and finally sprinkle a little shallot.

It's just that Qin Sheng and his friends were a little dazed, and they didn't dare to start.

"Brother Sorrow, are you sure you can really eat that sassy thing?"

Lin Chou sneered,

"It's delicious, do you like to eat it or not, is it possible that Fei Shuai still wants to poison you and then inherit your homework? I'm idle..."

Dasha's trust in Lin Chou is incomparable to anyone, he took out a chicken from the pot and held it and gnawed it, fortunately, Dasha fished out the only colorful hazelnut chicken.

"Hey, hey... Xiaoyu, you eat quickly... Delicious, delicious..."

So Xia Yu also took action, took out a piece of gastrodia and took a bite carefully,

"Whew..."

The slightly crisp taste, the slight sweetness and the faint aroma of Chinese herbal medicine are full of the deliciousness of the chicken broth, which seems to be light, but it seems to be a white braised pork with enough ingredients, and the fragrance is long and rich.

"Huh? This thing... It's really delicious! ”

Although he was trembling by the strange smell of fresh gastrodia, the stewed chicken of gastrodia out of the pot no longer had that kind of sourness in terms of appearance or smell, Qin Sheng swallowed his saliva and said toughly,

"Then I'll try it reluctantly..."

Xia Dasha killed twenty-six whole chickens by himself, patted his stomach and poured half a pot of soup, showing a sincere smile,

"Hold on... I can't eat it... Belch! ”

This is the trouble of happiness, there is still more than half of the chicken and more than half of the soup, but everyone is no longer able to continue.

The four dogs licked their lips with disdain and continued to sleep - this thing ran out last night and didn't know what good things he stole and ate, and his stomach is still like a balloon.

Qin Sheng sighed again and again,

"Or... Let's take this pot of stewed chicken back to school, it's a shame to put it here..."

"Babble."

Qin Sheng screamed in fright,

"Damn, what's the sound!!"

The four dogs lazily raised their eyelids and closed them again.

A group of flat-headed brothers slowly came out of the forest, and one of them, a little smaller, was still unrelentingly carrying the stone pot that Lin Chou had ignored and was thrown alone next to the trap, with a very obvious symbolism.

An extraordinarily large flat-headed brother said "ho", and the little flat-headed man immediately took two steps forward and put the pot in his hand in front of everyone.

Little stars are about to pop up in Xia Yu's eyes,

"Ya, Brother Chou, they seem to want to eat too..."

Lin Chou was also a little stunned, and gestured,

"You... Want to serve a pot?? ”

large flat head,

"Ho, ho!"

Several friends from the Qinshan Martial Arts School were stunned, Qin Sheng said,

"Damn, whoever says that the strange beasts in the wilderness are stupid, I'll be in a hurry with whoever doesn't chirp, this is definitely a jing!"

The newly chiseled pot is really huge to be able to stew the whole chicken, and even if there is only half a pot left, there is not much less after filling the previous stone pot.

Lin Chou pushed the loaded stone pot over there, and said impatiently,

"Oh, take it, take it."

With a wave of his paws, many of them lifted the cauldron off the fire and disappeared into the depths of the forest in an instant—disdainful of the small pot that was the size of a bowl in comparison.

The whole process was coordinated in a measured and orderly manner, and the movements came and went quickly like the wind, and when Lin Chou reacted, he couldn't help but let out an extremely angry roar,

"Damn, no one has ever been able to snatch my pot in front of me, no!!"

Qin Sheng's reminder,

"Again, twice."