There was a bonfire, and a slightly roasted yellow yellow lamb was scattered with the wind, almost burying into the limbs and bones.

Fang Xiyan swallowed hard. She couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food in her life!

She looked at the tiger lying not far away. The tiger was also eating. The three wild boar legs she once carried on her body were now all into the guy's stomach.

Feng Xiaoxun’s reason was very pragmatic. He had to eat fresh meat, and the pig legs were not fresh, so he could feed the tiger.

Fortunately, he soon hunted a yellow sheep, which made Fang Xiyan's resentful heart calm again.

Feng Xiaoxun grilled the yellow sheep slowly, and occasionally sprinkled some seasoning on the pig's legs to make the meat more fragrant.

He originally said that he could roast the things, Fang Xiyan thought he was bragging at that time, but when he saw his skillful techniques, he was finally impressed by his body: "Tianyi, who did you learn the barbecue technique?" He didn't even get it in his mouth.

Just smelling the meat makes people saliva.

Delicious! Really delicious! His barbecue skills are almost comparable to modern chefs!

Feng Xiaoxun smiled slightly, and his smile bloomed like a flower under the reflection of the bonfire: "I learned it for a long time, long time ago."

Fang Xiyan cut, how old is he? It's been a long time ago—

This child is good at everything, but he just likes to speak in an adult tone... like a little adult.

She giggled: "Tianyi, let me tell you a little story?"

Feng Xiaoxun glanced at her, and the stars seemed to sink into her eyes, bright and bright. He felt a sway in his heart, wishing he could hold her in his arms and kiss her.

But this thought can only be turned around in my mind and dare not take action: "Okay, you said."

The stars are long, the beauty is like a flower, and the wind Xiaoxun suddenly becomes a little intoxicated.

Fang Xiyan smiled and said, "Actually it's not a story, it's a story when I was a child. When I was five years old, I moved to a city with my parents and got along well with my neighbors around me. At that time, my mother bought me a pair of beautiful ones.

I felt the shoes were pretty beautiful, so I showed off everywhere. An uncle deliberately asked me, Xiyan, your shoes are so beautiful, when did you buy them? Guess what I answered?"

Feng Xiaoxun has never had any conversations with him in his life. At this moment, Fang Xiyan said it a little different and asked casually: "How did you answer?"

Fang Xiyan made a face: "I replied, it's been more than ten years. Are you funny? Because my answer this time has made this an allusion..."

Feng Xiaoxun couldn't help laughing, and almost couldn't help but want to touch her head: "It's really funny, it turns out you were a little silly girl back then."

Fang Xiyan casually slapped the wolf claws he stretched out and glanced at him sideways: "Everyone is the same as what you said now, a long time ago. I was a little silly girl, so you are now a little

Silly boy…”

When I said this, my heart was shocked. This sentence seems a bit ambiguous...

Sure enough, Feng Xiaoxun beats the snake and follows the stick, and smiles like a flower like a beautiful face and turns into a poppy flower: "It's a perfect match for a silly girl to match a silly boy."

If someone else said he was a fool, he would send the man to hell and walk there directly, but Fang Xiyan's metaphor made him feel warm and not at all annoyed.
Chapter completed!