After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

After a while, Yao Xiaohua prepared the meals downstairs, and then she called Lin Mao to eat with a very loud voice as before, so Lin Mao also had to go downstairs, biting the bullet and watching the fire that Yao Xiaohua raised. Heap sat next to it.

I have to say that Yao Xiaohua is very meticulous in her work.Probably because of living in the mountains and forests, the fire pile was more skillful than Chang Xiaoqing. The bright bonfire flames were high, but the smoke was not large, and it did not waste firewood. The ground several feet around was parched.She dragged a few rough logs from the peach grove not far away, and judging from the fractures, they happened to be the ones that Chang Xiaoqing chopped down carelessly with his sword before.The rough logs were surrounded by the fire, the twigs were cut and put aside for the fire, and the rough trunks made a seat.There was also the frozen meat that had been preserved before, which she had randomly chopped into large pieces and inserted on the long and pointed branch. Burnt, can emit bursts of aroma.Yao Xiaohua didn't stop at all, circling around the fire, seeing that the side of the meat skewer that was grilled by the fire had become sizzling, and then bent down to sprinkle salt on the back and back of the skewer at the right time... That's it, Seeing Yao Xiaohua, a young girl like Yao Xiaohua, looking at more than a dozen skewers at the same time, Lin Mao felt that she was able to handle things with ease.

It can be said that Yao Xiaohua's side is in full swing, but Chang Xiaoqing's whole body is gloomy, as if the black night shadow falls on him and it will immediately become darker.He completely ignored Yao Xiaohua's purposely prepared rough wooden seat, but sat silently holding his sword at a distance, staring at Yao Xiaohua with a pair of dark pupils.Even though he didn't have any superfluous expressions on his face, the aura emanating from his body couldn't be said to be sinister.If the little lady who was a little pampered by ordinary people at the bottom of the mountain was stared at so fiercely, she would have cried out of fright at this time, but Yao Xiaohua didn't know why, after the initial fear, she could not He regarded Chang Xiaoqing as nothing, and was busy with the work in hand.

"Mr. Lin, sit down, this skewer of meat is ready to eat..." Yao Xiaohua became more eager when she saw Lin Mao coming downstairs. She grabbed Lin Mao's hand and pressed him on the bed. He sat down on the wood lying on the ground, and then he pulled out the meat skewers beside the fire and handed them to Lin Mao——if Lin Mao read correctly, the skewers in his hand happened to be the most grilled. Just the right bunch.

The hot air from the bonfire continuously spread to Lin Mao, making his forehead sweat a little unconsciously.

"Miss Yao..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, you eat first, I still have a can of dried mushroom soup under the fire before."

In front of Lin Mao, there was a blazing fire, Yao Xiaohua's pretty face was full of eager anticipation, but behind him, there was a cool air, and Chang Xiaoqing was silent under the shadow of the snow.

In this situation, no matter how nervous Lin Mao was, he really couldn't eat.The meat skewers lived up to what Yao Xiaohua said before, they were grilled just right, but after Lin Mao forcibly gnawed a couple of bites, he didn’t eat any more—I don’t know why, but now he watched the oil splatter and creak There was no sign of hunger in the belly of the noisy barbecue, if it wasn't for the fear that Yao Xiaohua would be uneasy, he might not even be able to eat the first few mouthfuls.

Now that things have happened, Lin Mao still misses the cups of blood-red and trembling blood soup that Chang Xiaoqing made before... The lukewarm, sticky, sweet blood clots slipped into his throat...

"What's the matter? Why doesn't Mr. Lin eat it? Yes, is it because my cooking is not delicious?"

Yao Xiaohua squatted beside Lin Mao with her knees in her arms pitifully, looking at the skewered meat with most of the meat left in his hand and whispered.

Lin Mao snapped out of his wits and came back to his senses. He quickly shook his head and said softly, "Ms. Yao's craftsmanship is really good. It's because I'm worried about going down the mountain. I'm bored, and I'm bound to lose my appetite."

While talking, he didn't know what was going on with him. Thinking of the warm and fragrant deer blood, he felt his throat was very thirsty.

Yao Xiaohua probably also noticed that Lin Mao's words were insincere. After hearing these words of relief, there was no relief on her face, but her whole body became more and more dejected.

Just at this moment, before she could speak again, a deep voice sounded.

"My master has a weak stomach and cannot eat such greasy things."

Both Lin Mao and Yao Xiaohua were startled, Lin Mao turned his head abruptly, only to realize that Chang Xiaoqing had arrived behind him at some point.The white-haired man took out the meat skewers from Lin Mao's hand, then lowered his head and said considerately: "Master, if you can't eat it, don't eat it, so as not to hurt your stomach sometimes."

Yao Xiaohua's eyes widened immediately, she didn't know if it was the fire or something else, her eyes turned red immediately.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Mao quickly clenched his fists to his lips, only pretending to cough, and in a trance, he felt that there seemed to be the shadow of the sword beside him, which made him dare not look at Yao Xiaohua again.

"Also, there is mushroom soup, Mr. Lin, do you want to drink..."

Still unwilling to give up, Yao Xiaohua carefully dug open the pit next to the fire, and took out a clay pot sealed with yellow mud.

She used a piece of gravel to carefully break open the cracked mud shell around the mouth of the clay pot, and then opened the mouth of the pot, and a scent of fungi wafted out instantly in the cold night accompanied by curls of hot air.

But Chang Xiaoqing immediately followed up, and then looked into the jar with his head. After seeing the contents clearly, there was a faint hint of arrogance and sneer on that indifferent face.

"It looks good... But, my master doesn't like red mushrooms the most, so I'm afraid you can only drink this soup by yourself."

After his words fell, Yao Xiaohua's face suddenly turned pale.

Lin Mao sat with his knees side by side, but couldn't help raising his eyebrows after hearing Chang Xiaoqing's words.

In fact, he doesn’t really hate red mushrooms that much, but it’s because his teeth were bad when he was old. The taste of red mushrooms is so delicious but the texture is very flexible, so that he always feels very embarrassed when eating, and now he’s back to his youthful appearance. , I’m really not afraid of eating those red mushrooms—but at this time, Lin Mao really didn’t dare to speak, so he could only stare at the lump of raised mud pile at his feet as before, as if There is also a flower here.