Chapter 959: Pay attention to

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The man’s face is happy,
Oh? Then I am waiting, little brother, go.

Ye Fan got into the forest. After a few minutes, he ran back, holding a lot of leaves in his hand, and something stuck in mud.
"Xiangye, wild mountain ginger?" After recognizing the two things, the man laughed and said: "You will find a way for the little brothers, this chicken will not be embarrassed."
Ye Fan ran to the edge of the stream, washed the wild mountain ginger, and took the kitchen knife, took the and cut it into several pieces, then sandwiched the fragrant leaves, and stuffed them into the chicken's belly.
"Well, so when the grilling is done, the taste of and fragrant leaves will spread to every inch of chicken." Ye Fan finished himself and felt that he had to drool.
The middle-aged man on the side is also shining on both eyes. "Little brother, you will cook very well, well, start to bake."
Soon, the two men put six chickens on three wooden sticks and began to flip the barbecue.
This kind of baking method is not fast enough. It can only be slowly smoked with that heat, otherwise the chicken will be burnt and the meat will be too old.
Ye Fan knows this way. After all, no one survived in the wild, and roast chicken is a commonplace.
The middle-aged man saw Ye Fan roasting very skilled, more happy, laughing non-stop, "Little brother, you have a good technique."
"You can also be a brother, it is a professional food," Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Food? What is the food?" The man wondered.
Ye Fan thought, is this big brother a caveman? No access to the network?
"Eating food is a person who pays attention to eating and likes to eat," Ye Fan said.
The man suddenly realized and nodded. "That is, of course, I am eating goods. I don't care if I wear it. I must pay attention to it! Otherwise, I will be alive!"
Speaking of this, the man sighed and said: "Speaking of it, my two sons are not focused on eating, and they will not fry a poached egg, so I don't like the two kids very much, and I don't care about it.
You are a good brother, you love to eat, you can do it yourself. This kind of person lives in the world, it is the living method that is really stressful..."
Ye Fan looked at the man's appearance and thought that his child should also go to middle school, so he said: "Now the children, how many will cook? It is normal."
"Little child?" The man blinked.
"Yeah... Brother, your son, is it old?" Ye Fan wondered.
The man then laughed and nodded. "Yes, it’s two farts! Haha... Frying poached eggs, not two, stupid, haha..."
Ye Fan is inexplicable, is it so funny? The first time I saw this, my son’s embarrassment, his two sons are estimated to be very poor.
After all, relatives ran from Kunlun to the "wild scorpion" on the side of Lushan. God knows how the two sons mixed with their grandparents.
The two were idle, chatting about the sky, and by the way, the entrails were first eaten as an appetizing snack.
Ye Fan found that the man did not know much about some new things, especially some things on the Internet. It is estimated that he stayed in the mountains for a long time.
However, Ye Fan did not mind, patiently explained something to him, and the man understood it very quickly.
After finally grilling the six chickens, the scent has already made Ye Fan drool.
"Brother, you three, I am three, give you the biggest one, after all, you put it on the stove, how about? Pay attention?" Ye Fan asked.
The man smiled and nodded. "Can you, oh... little brother, I like your temper, it’s straightforward to talk about things, and it’s very particular!"
Ye Fan was crying and laughing. Two strangers met together. In order to eat the chickens together, they also said that the other party was really particular about it. Let outsiders see it. It is estimated that these two are idiots.
This chicken just baked, naturally very hot, but Ye Fan's physical quality, which cares about this temperature, he can even forcibly resist for a while.
Ever since, Ye Fan did not hesitate, and opened his mouth and screamed.
What makes Ye Fan quite surprised is that this middle-aged man, even if he is not waiting for a cold, starts to squat and eats with gusto.
"Ah... really fragrant, oh... little brother, you are a wild and a fragrant leaf, it’s absolutely! I think, I have to give this roast pheasant a name." The man looks serious and doesn't like to laugh.
Ye Fan took a chicken leg and slammed it. He said vaguely: "What is the name?"

It’s better to call ‘cheese roast chicken’?
The man asked seriously.
"Cough! Cough!!-"
Ye Fan was squatting directly. I really wanted to say "you are suffering from neuropathy", but everyone is strange, and it is not necessary, so he smiled and said: "No need, eat a chicken, it is delicious, take the name is not an extra move?"
The man nodded. "You make sense, then you don't take it."
Ye Fan looked at him and he couldn't help but ask: "Brother, are you not too hot?"
"Not hot, it is delicious to eat hot," the man said vaguely, full of oil.
Ye Fan thought, this product is estimated to be super food, and I used to eat hot things.
Waiting for a chicken bone, Ye Fan walked to the side of the mountain stream, drank some sweet springs, and touched his stomach comfortably.
When I think of the barbecue in the wild, I don’t have to eat the big pots of the mountains. With this path, I don’t have to go back to the Lushan faction for the time being.
The middle-aged man also drank some water and then began to sort out his kitchen knives and seasonings.
"Little brother, I didn't ask you, what do you do in this mountain? I see you seem to have martial arts, run so fast," the man smiled.
Ye Fan blinked. "You can see, I have practiced martial arts?"
"Oh, this is not a rare thing. You know, there is a lot of martial arts in my hometown." The man said while tidying things.
Ye Fan nodded. Indeed, the Kunlun School was there. There were actually many opportunities for ordinary people to see the warriors.
"I am practicing here, but I have encountered a place where I can't figure out what to do, so I want to stop and find something to eat. As a result, I will meet you," Ye Fan said.
"What is the practice? What do you do? I also know a little bit of effort, maybe I can discuss it?" The man smiled at Ye Fan, a pair of seemingly unremarkable scorpions, but revealed a touch of unpredictable look. .
Ye Fan’s heart faintly felt that the man was suspicious, but in the face of his eyes, he would not feel dangerous, but would be willing to talk to him.
"I am practicing swords, do you understand?", Ye Fandao.
The man snorted. "Sword, understand a little... but what is the problem with you?"
Ye Fan is also idle, although he does not think that this person can answer his own questions, but when he looks at his kindness, he simply says his own contradictions, Jianyi and Yujian, how can they be perfectly integrated? Not a conflict...
After the talk, see the man frowning, no response, Ye Fan sighed.
I am really sick and ill, and ask a mountain to eat, what can he tell you?
Ye Fan advised: "Brother, you don't bother to think about it. This is very abstract. It can't be understood at once, and it's not easy to crack.
For thousands of years in the Lushan School, no one really practiced the sword of the door... We have a very happy meal today, so don’t let it go."
The middle-aged man packed his backpack and squatted on his body. He stood up and smiled with a good smile: "Little brother, although I have never seen the swordsman you said, I have never seen your sword." I think that you may have used the sword as a sword too much, so your sword is just a sword..."
Too sword... as a sword? !
Ye Fanyi heard this, didn't feel like it, but bowed his head slightly, and suddenly! Suddenly a thought that made his soul tremble in his mind! !
In the electric light flint, he suddenly caught a key to solving the problem! !
"Predecessors!! You mean..."
Ye Fan slammed his head up, halfway through the words, but the whole person was paralyzed.
That man has disappeared! ?
In front of him, standing in front of him, the distance of two or three meters, even disappeared silently! ?
Ye Fan felt that the bones began to chill, swallowing throat, all the hands were cold sweat, stunned...
Last time, he had the feeling that when he met a fairy sister...
This man... Where is he sacred? !