"That's great, you can eat it cooked!"

It turned out that there were four people in total, three of them went out to look for food, and one stayed behind to make a fire.

"Why are they so small?" The cook looked back at the two pink and tender babies and couldn't help but lose consciousness.

Especially the crying baby girl, who was crying so hard that he couldn't even speak.

"This baby girl is making so much noise, get off the pot first!" One person casually threw the baby girl off the pot.

The cook instinctively shouted: "Wait a minute!"

The three of them were stunned and asked: "What's wrong?"

The cook took the baby girl, held her in his arms, and said, "The water hasn't boiled yet."

"What's the big deal?" The three of them felt baffled, and they ate all the raw food from the previous meals!

The cook said forcefully: "I raise the fire, and I have the final say on how to cook it!"

Everyone didn't care, they just said that the cook was addicted to cooking.

After a while, the water gurgled away.

However, the cook touched the baby girl's frozen face and seemed not to notice. The three of them looked at each other and decided to put the baby boy in the pot first.

"The baby boy is warm and doesn't cry. Is he sick?"

"Which of the meat we eat is free from disease? What are we afraid of?"

"Too!"

Just as he was talking, a hoarse voice came from behind: "Stop, let go of my grandson, I will feed you!"

Old Man Jiang finally limped over. Seeing that the two children had not yet finished cooking, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly begged with a smile: "Eat me, eat me!"

The cook glanced at Old Man Jiang and sighed slightly.

The refugee holding the baby boy shook his head: "I might as well dig up a corpse and eat it."

"You have a fire and a pot, so you don't have to kill my grandson... I'll go find it for you. I know where the baby's body is!" Old Man Jiang begged, leaning closer and holding a knife in his arms.

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The cook said something: "That's right..."

Hearing this, Old Man Jiang's hand curled up in his arms hesitated slightly and let go of the hatchet.

However, just as he hesitated, he heard a splash and the baby boy was thrown into the pot.

The baby boy, who was sleeping soundly, struggled suddenly, twisted and twitched in the boiling water, and then stopped moving.

Just this scene made Mr. Jiang's mind buzz and go blank.

The homeless man laughed dryly and said: "This baby has not been weaned. He will not be able to support him at this age. How about I give him a happy life."

When the other two brothers heard this, they felt that what he said made some sense. How could they feed two children who seemed to be just a few days old and had not even had a mouthful of milk?

Instead of dying of hunger and cold, it would be better to give them a good meal.

"Old man, is this your grandson? His meat saved our lives, so I'll share it with you..."

The refugee was still talking when he saw a flash of sword light.

Poof!

His head rolled to the ground, and the blood dyed the white snow red.

"ah!"

"He has a knife!"

The remaining three were frightened and backed away!

The cook's eyes widened, he didn't expect this withered and half-dead old man to be so ferocious!

That stabbing blow just now was too fast. Before they could react, the person was already dead.

They never looked down upon this old man, nor did they expect that he hid a hatchet. Such a broken hatchet could cut off a person's head in an instant. This means that the strength, speed and even angle have reached a certain level. Is this old man an executioner?

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There was no hesitation in drawing the sword, and he even had a murderous spirit. He was a veteran! The kind who had killed people on the battlefield!

Yes, the troubled times have only ended not long ago. It would be strange if a large number of civilians of this age have not served as soldiers.

"Grandson..." Old Man Jiang stepped in front of the pot, whimpered, and reached out to fish it out.

As his right hand trembled, the knife fell to the ground. It turned out that the knife just now was already the limit, it was an explosion of rage. He was getting old after all.

Coupled with his physical weakness, his right wrist is now sprained, and the joint can be seen to be abnormally protruding, making it impossible to hold the knife like this.

"His hand is broken, stop him quickly!"

"I found the knife!"

The cook did not move, but the other two people chose to pounce on the dangerous old man, holding him down and trying to kill him.

The old man's left hand was scalded by boiling water and he could not lift his right hand. He was pushed to the ground by two big men and cried loudly.

He already regarded the baby he picked up as his grandson, but once again, he lost a relative.

Seeing my grandson being thrown into a boiling pot alive with my own eyes made him feel heartbroken!

"Oh God...Oh God!" Old Man Jiang didn't know why he was still alive, and his roar was filled with endless demands.

"Bo!"

Suddenly, a pair of tender fleshy hands stretched out from the pot and grabbed the edge.

The next moment, the fleshy head popped out, steam rising, and boiling water dripping...

A pair of big round eyes, looking everywhere.

The four people's eyes suddenly focused on him, and their eyes were extremely shocked.

"Monster...monster!"

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Chapter completed!