Chapter 397: Paranoid teenager, be good (41)
Chapter 397 Paranoid teenager, be good (41)
Su Qiao had medicine in his hand, and he didn't pretend to be hypocritical. He directly bit into his mouth generously, and his eyes lit up: "So the oil residue is so delicious."
It is fragrant and crispy, and tastes good.
Why didn’t she know before?
"It's delicious? When I was a kid, I often ate this. I always thought this was the best thing I've ever eaten, especially the fat with some fine meat. It's the best after being fried."
"And this thing is like bacon, it won't break for a long time, and it can be carried with you."
In front of outsiders, the monsoon wind that has always behaved very surly, at this moment, there is no hostility on the body, and the smile is peaceful and content.
"Then you get more."
Seeing that she loves to eat so much, Ji Hanfeng immediately said: “Okay, I smoked and dried the refined meat into jerky, and then fried the rest into greasy residue.”
"Then I will weave two more rattan baskets, the one with a lid."
When it comes to eating, Su Qiao has never been unambiguous at all.
"Jojo, you are amazing, you can do everything."
Good skill, amazing archery skills, can make all kinds of weird traps, can cure diseases, can dispense medicine, and be good at poisoning.
Now she can even weave things like rattan baskets, I really don’t know what else she doesn’t know.
Beside her, he always felt that he was useless.
"You are not bad too." At least I knew how to steal the pot.
After eating barbecue for a long time, Su Qiao is also a little tired and wants to eat some stewed broth or something.
Unexpectedly, he raised a mouth in the morning and sent a grumble, this guy secretly ran to the camp of the old K group to steal the pot.
Fortunately, there is nothing wrong, otherwise, you have to save him yourself.
"Hehe, you continue to dispense medicine, let me make a rattan basket. When I was a child, I learned how to make a bamboo basket from the neighbor's father."
was suddenly praised, Ji Hanfeng laughed a little silly.
Su Qiao doesn’t matter: “That’s fine too.”
Afterwards, one person dispenses medicine, and one person is busy weaving rattan baskets. Although there is no communication, they occasionally look at each other.
Especially in the cold monsoon, from time to time, he would smirk in Su Qiao's direction, making 444 want to cover his face.
Such a beautiful and handsome boy, who was as cold as a nobleman in the Middle Ages a few days ago, how come he has become such a fool in just a few days?
Good noble?
What about good cleanliness?
Early the next morning, Su Qiao stretched out and went to the river to wash.
Looking at the little fish swimming around in the stream, she suddenly had an idea and returned to the cave to fetch a small rattan basket and a handful of dried herbs.
The cold monsoon just went to a nearby trap and came back and found that Su Qiao was throwing fish into the rattan basket, so anxious that he threw the rabbit on his hand and hurried over.
Hugged the people away from the creek: "My grandma, I call your grandma, okay? As long as you can stop, stay away from the fish and shrimps."
The last time she ate two mouthfuls of shrimp, did her allergies cause asthma?
These fish and shrimps, can she touch them?
What if you are allergic again?
"I'm fine, I'm not in the water."
Speaking, Su Qiao happily pointed to her small pool surrounded by stones and said: "Look, you have fish and shrimp to eat at noon today, and there are a few big crabs."
Although she can't eat fish and shrimp, he can.
You can’t let him eat because you can’t eat, right?
Fish and shrimp are not only delicious, but also have high nutritional value, so he has to supplement him more. During this time, he has lost a lot of weight.
The seasonal cold wind looked dumbfounded at the huge number of ‘fish corpses’ floating on the water.
"Why do you turn your belly? Aren't you poisoned to death, right?"
Su Qiao smiled: "Not dead, just fainted."
"Just fainted?" Can the fish faint? Or is it collective?
(End of this chapter)
