Chapter 888: Tossing Chi Yihe

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The cool mountain breeze blew past, bringing insects and bird calls in the jungle. Chi Yihe didn't care to listen to this beautiful and beautiful tune. He clasped his hands fiercely and turned around, "Wei Zhixing, this is a villain behind others."
"I'm not a villain or an adult? I don't have any official and half-duty, one civilian, but not an adult." Wei Zhixing's mouth has been exercised for many years, and he easily relaxed. He choked nothing, and only glared at him.
An An agreed to Wei Zhixing's plan. After all, Chi Yihe, the follower, was really annoying, and he couldn't get rid of it. It made people suffocated. How could they not grasp the opportunity to vent. So An An also jumped out and asked Chi Yihe, "You are not willing to agree even with this small request, how can I believe you are a good man."
An An’s words were like overwhelming the last straw of the camel. Chi Yihe reluctantly agreed to the request to pick up the firewood and moved to the woods step by step, and kept looking back at An An, hoping that she would give up and help herself .
An An was anxious that Chi Yihe hurried away from his vision. When Chi Yihe accepted it, he followed Wei Zhixing with the dish and went to the side of the stream. Even if Chi Yihe turned back frequently, all he saw was An's back.
That’s all. The most hated thing is that Chi Yihe turned around and saw that An An and Wei Zhixing cooperated seamlessly, washing one string at a time, fluent and smooth, without interruption and hesitation. This kind of tacit agreement made Chi Yihe hate her teeth and could only comfort herself. Wei Zhixing only knew An'an earlier than himself, and it was nothing extraordinary.
As Gu Chunzhu expected, An An's trip to spring was still in trouble. Because the firewood harvested by Chi Yihe was a little moist and could not be ignited, only a thick smoke rose, and several smokers moved away.
"Chi Yihe, are you deliberate?" Wei Zhixing, as the proponent who made Chi Yihe pick up firewood, was so angry that he jumped his feet. Unexpectedly, Chi Yihe didn't get it right, but instead tossed himself enough.
Before Chi Yihe started by himself for a while, he suddenly thought that he would bring a servant, so he evoked someone to help him collect firewood. Because of his anger at Wei Zhixing in his heart, Chi Yihe especially signaled the servants to pick up the kind of non-combustible ingredients, which can be said to be very disgusting.
Looking at Chi Yihe's various performances, An An once again firmly believed that Chi Yihe was never a person to be entrusted, and it was better to be as far away as possible.
In the face of Wei Zhixing's accusation, Chi Yihe pretended to be innocent and weak, "I haven't burned fire, how can I know that these firewood can not be used."
Wei Zhixing had nothing to say, turned to apologize to Miss Wei and others, and offered to pick up firewood. Everyone said that he did not blame him on this matter, and said that everyone could pick it up together. However, before they started to act, Gu Xiaohu came back with the wild vegetables in one hand and the dry wood in the other.
Gu Xiaohu freely threw the dry firewood in front of everyone, ignorant of the discrepancy, wiped the sweat, and said, "I will not ignite, I will bring the firewood back to make up for it, you cheer."
Wei Zhixing stepped forward and patted Gu Xiaohu's shoulders, hearty size, "Brothers came in time, I thank you, I will let you try my craft later!"
"Then I can cherish this hard-won opportunity."
Several people piled up some of the dry wood brought by Gu Xiaohu into a sharp corner, put some small branches and dead leaves underneath, and ignited it with a fire fold. Sure enough, Chi Yihe was the biggest difficulty in this trip.
The flame gradually stabilized only by accidentally adding wood, and everyone began to try to roast things by themselves. Chi Yihe also asked to join this feast of baking himself and eating in the name of his labor. In order to avoid increasing the burden, An An agreed, saying that his share could be given away a little bit later.
"No, you gave him what you ate?" Wei Zhixing looked at An An in disapproval, a little sour in his heart but he was cured by An An in an instant.
An An tilted her head, serious and straightforward, "Do you not give me food?"
Wei Zhixing smiled like a fool, nodded like a chicken and pecked rice, and followed his hands to start baking things. He took a few skewers of meat, placed it over the flames and kept roasting a few times, then sprinkled some oil and salt from the side, and then repeated the previous turning and roasting. He has been patiently roasting rhythmically and slowly, the fragrance of the food has gradually come out.
And he is in stark contrast with the others next to him, especially Chi Yihe. Chi Yihe had never tried to cook by himself, and he never even knew about it. He was so unfamiliar with the fire and the timing that his surface was burnt, but the inside was still raw.
Chi Yihe seems to be focusing on grilling things, but in fact he secretly raises his eyelids to observe the things around him. Very good, no one noticed me. Chi Yihe slowly carried the thing he had just baked behind him, trying to throw it away.
At this time, Wei Zhixing just roasted a batch of food, and happily took it to An'an to present his treasure. With a sweep of his eyes, he saw Chi Yihe's small movements. Then Wei Zhixing threw the food into An'an's hand, an arrow stride behind Chi Yihe and grabbed his chicken wings that became coke, and raised them high, "Chi Yihe, what the are you, eaten I'm afraid it's not about dying."
Chi Yihe didn't have Wei Zhixing's height and kept jumping to grab the things he held in his hand, but he was evaded by him. Chi Yihe panted but didn't even touch the bamboo sticks on the skewers.
Everyone cheered and cheered as if they were watching a good show, and they were more relished with their hard work in their mouths.
"Hey, you can't grab it." Wei Zhixing naively shook his skewers in front of Chi Yihe's eyes and said proudly.
Chi Yihe is now not only face-saving, but even losing all his wares. He simply broke the jar and fell down, sat down calmly to his position, and took a bunch of food again. After all, I didn't prepare lunch, and the stomach that I can eat is good. However, the following series of Chi Yihe still ended in failure, and also successfully exhausted the share of An An.
Wei Zhixing happily smiled sideways and handed off his "proud work" from the front of Chi Yihe to Gu Xiaohu. The rich fragrance is like a hundred pants, which is tightly involved in Chi Yihe's nerves, and the stomach that has been "wailing" has more and more manifested his sense of existence.
The last spring tour came to a perfect ending in Wei Zhixing's continuous display of his superb barbecue technology and Chi Yihe's coveted feet.