Transmigrated into a fox spirit in the beast world, the villain boss chased after her

Hu Feifei coughed lightly and politely declined, "Your body has just recovered, and didn't grandpa give you a piece of barbarian crystal? Improving your strength is the most important thing, and the rest... no rush, no rush, haha..."

She really didn't expect that the innocent boy would suddenly ask such a question, catching her off guard.

Seeing her like this, Makino couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. It seemed that she was not really ready to accept him.

His enthusiasm was poured with a basin of cold water, and it instantly cooled down. He turned his back and said in a dull tone, "I'm sorry, lady, I crossed the line."

"I will recognize my own duty in the future."

He said this with a bit of annoyance.

Then Hu Feifei heard the system's soft and soft reminder:

[The villain is in a low mood and has a tendency to turn evil again. Please intervene as soon as possible, host! ]

Seeing that the heart shape on Makino's head, which had originally turned white, was showing signs of turning gray, she complained in distress that the orc boy was really sensitive and fickle.

Then she changed the awkward and unpleasant topic.

"Well, there's no hot water. Go boil some water."

Makino nodded silently, without using any tools, he just made his fingers into claws and chopped the wood with a "swish".

The chopped firewood is neatly cut and of uniform size, it's like a ruthless cutting machine, so cool!

Hu Feifei looked at them in disbelief, and felt deeply the power of the orcs.

Faced with such an orc boy, killing the original owner is as easy as killing a chicken.

I really don't know where the original owner got the courage to challenge Muye. Maybe he is just stupid but brave.

Then she picked up the cuckoo beast on the ground and planned to make beggar's chicken.

Makino, who was chopping wood diligently, heard the noise. His black cat ears moved, and his pair of deep dark green eyes looked at her. Seeing that she was holding a dead cuckoo beast, he spoke in a cold voice.

"It's hot now, and the body will rot quickly."

"I'll throw it away later."

Hu Feifei hurriedly hid the Gugu Beast behind her, as if she was afraid that he would lose it.

"Why throw it away? Isn't it a waste?"

"A little meat is still meat, and it's enough to fill me up."

"When the water boils, help me pluck the hair off its body. I want to make beggar's chicken."

Makino's eyes were filled with confusion.

“What is beggar’s chicken?”

"The meat of the Cuckoo Beast is so small, and the female is hungry. I can go out and hunt."

Hu Feifei waved her hands hastily, "No, no."

"I'm just tired of eating big meat, so I want to try something different."

"And you see its fur is spotted. Isn't the name beggar chicken very suitable?"

Makino remained skeptical, but seeing her firm attitude he did not refute her, instead he lit a fire and set a pot to boil water.

When the water became boiling, he followed her instructions and poured the scalding hot water on the Cuckoo Beast. Immediately, a scalded chicken smell came out, making his face turn pale.

This thing smells so bad, can it really be eaten?

After removing all the fur, Hu Feifei took the naked cuckoo beast, placed it on the stone slab, and cut open its belly neatly, discarding the internal organs and buttocks.

Then put it in a larger stone bowl and add appropriate amounts of pepper, salt, soy sauce, etc. to marinate.

After completing this step, she heated the stone pot, poured in some oil, added cinnamon, ginger, star anise, chili pepper, etc., stir-fried them until fragrant, then stuffed them into the chicken's stomach and continued to marinate.

Because the beggar's chicken needed to be covered with mud, she picked a few large leaves from the tree, washed them and wrapped the meat first.

He gathered a pile of earth in front of the stone house, poured water into it and started mixing mud.

Seeing this, Makino’s brows were furrowed so tightly that he could pinch a mosquito to death.

He had never seen this way of eating. Aren’t you afraid of getting an upset stomach if mud is added?

He thought that even if it made her angry, he would have to stop it.

Hu Feifei was busy and having fun. Once she put the beggar's chicken wrapped in mud into the fire and roasted it, the job was done.

She stood up with a happy face, her silver-gray eyes sparkling like the bright stars in the night sky.

Makino saw that her face and hands were covered with black mud, and she was as dirty as a little cat.

But this little cat is very satisfied with its masterpiece, and its expression is very proud, funny and naive.

He couldn't help but look at her a few more times, trying hard to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, picked up a piece of animal skin, wet it with water and handed it to her.

"Madam, your face is dirty."

"what?"

Hu Feifei took the animal skin in a daze and wiped it casually on her face, but it became even dirtier.

The corner of Makino's mouth twitched, and he took the animal skin and wiped her gently.

At this moment, the two were very close, so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

The boy was a full head taller than her and looked very oppressive. The warm breath from his nose made Hu Feifei inexplicably nervous.

It's strange, she is not some pure little white flower, why would she feel embarrassed?

It must be because the fire was burning too brightly and it was too hot.

Makino looked at her so close to him and his Adam's apple rolled.

The green eyes, as deep as a cold pond, seemed to have ripples, complex and subtle.

After wiping it clean, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Madam, it's done."

"Oh, okay." Hu Feifei quickly stepped aside, scooped water from the bucket to wash her hands to ease her nervousness.

After waiting for more than an hour, she used a stick to pull out the hard roasted beggar's chicken chops and smashed them into pieces.

He squatted down, blew on his fingers and pulled apart the leaves, revealing the golden and juicy beggar's chicken inside.

Suddenly, a fragrance wafted out, tempting people to salivate.

Hu Feifei endured the heat and tore off a chicken leg and put it into her mouth. She fanned herself from the heat and her cheeks were bulging from eating so much.

The chicken is juicy and a little spicy, so delicious that you can't stop eating it.

She called Makino in a slurred voice, "Come and eat, it's really delicious if you try it."

Seeing how deliciously she was eating, Makino was almost drooling with envy, but he was just pretending to be reserved.

After receiving the enthusiastic greeting, he reached out and tore off a chicken wing, took a bite and said, "Mmm!"

His green eyes lit up instantly, filled with disbelief.

The unique taste stimulated his taste buds, making him swallow the whole chicken wing in one bite.

Even the bones are not spared.

He licked his lips with satisfaction, "It's really delicious."

"I didn't expect that the Gugu Beast made with mud would be so delicious..."

Seeing his greedy look, Hu Feifei smiled and tore off a large piece of fragrant chicken for him.

"If it tastes good, eat more."

"I can't finish this much, I'll make a few more beggar chickens next time."

She knew that the orcs had big appetites, so they would just swallow this little bit of meat to taste it.

Makino swallowed his saliva. Although he wanted to eat it, he still refused with difficulty. "No, mistress, you eat it."

“I had already eaten out by then.”

Because they were facing each other, he was suddenly surprised to find that Hu Feifei's calves were covered with bruises and purples.

His expression changed immediately, "Madam, are you hurt?!"

He was so careless that he didn't notice her injury earlier.

Hu Feifei didn't care, "Nothing."

"I got hurt accidentally when I was trying to catch the Cuckoo Beast. You don't have to worry."

Although she didn't say it explicitly, Makino knew that she must have been frightened and in great pain, and he immediately felt extremely guilty.

At the same time, a surge of anger rose in my heart, damn Cuckoo Beast!

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the hatred, and there was only heartache and self-blame in his eyes.