[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

When they returned to the tent, there was no sign of the oil bottle, and the moisture-proof mat was squarely stacked aside.When I touched it, there was no residual warmth. It seems that he has been away from here for a while.

I understand that I and Zhang Haike alone cannot perceive the prying eyes of a master like Pokerfinger, but our plan was not intended to hide it from him, so I didn't delve into it, shook my head, and came out of the tent.

At some point in the open space at the door, a bonfire had already been lit, and beside it, a chicken with disheveled feathers was tied up with string and its paws were flapping around on the ground.What do I mean in my heart that it is still so primitive in the old days, and you need to light up an open fire to eat a chicken?Just watch the fat man squatting on the side and interacting with his son: "Little fat, what do you want to eat? Roast chicken with cumin?"

Brother Zhu tilted his head, thought for a while in a very humane way, and shook his head.

The fat man let out a hey, scratched his head and continued to ask:

"Then I'll get a pot, let's stew it?"

Brother Zhu seemed to despise Fatty's monotonous way of eating, squinting his right eye and half-opening his left eye, squinting at Fatty.The fat man was so tangled up in sweat.

I looked at it from the side for fun, and thought to myself what kind of breed is Brother Pig?That facial expression, that movement and IQ, I don't think it's any worse than Fatty's, Xiaotiangou probably won't compare with him.But the fat man really found a colleague, and he obeyed his son without beating or scolding him, what a good dad in the new century!

Brother Zhu raised his right paw and waved it, with a difficult expression on his face, and then went to the open space next to the fire to plan, and raised his paw to point to the woods and the fire.I was a little stunned, and thought that there was reproductive isolation. I didn't understand what it meant.

In the end, his father, Fatty, slapped his thigh and said:

"Good idea! Let's eat beggar's chicken!"

As the official owner, I realized later that Brother Zhu meant to kill the chicken and remove the internal organs, wrap it in wide leaves, coat the hair with yellow mud and firewood, put the coated chicken in the fire and simmer and roast it. The mud-dried chicken is cooked, and the mud shell is peeled off, and the chicken feathers are also taken off with the mud shell, and the chicken can be eaten when it is exposed.

This is the famous Jiangsu-Zhejiang cuisine in my area, but I have never seen anyone in the Wu family do this, and according to the information I got from my grandfather and Poker-Face, Brother Zhu may have been living in a bucket before he came to Wu’s house , his face turned green from hunger. (The fur itself is pale green) So where did it know this way?When I read wild history miscellaneous stories before, I saw related legends, but that happened in Changshu in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. Could it be that Brother Pig already existed at that time?

I shook my head, and said to myself that it is already a legend to meet a long-lived Poker Bottle, so why is Lao Tzu's dog so awesome.

The fat man went to one side to find a large leaf, and turned around and shouted at me: "Naive! Leave this to me, the fat man, and you can go and look for the little brother. If we have good goods, we have to share them together, don't we?"

I responded, and turned around to walk towards the forest where Zhang Haike was secretly fighting, but I only took two steps, and I saw Poker Bottle coming out of the forest path leading to the back mountain from the other side.

I thought to myself, why did he go to the back mountain so quickly?However, the keen observation skills developed in the past two years immediately made me realize something was wrong: there were some mud spots on the trousers of Poker-Face, but there was no dust, and there was only dry sand in the forest of Cold War, which means that he did not listen , but found that something went to the back mountain with mud on the shaded side.With my sharp eyes, I saw a shoe print on Poker-Face's left forearm at a glance. It could be seen that he had photographed it, leaving only a very blurry mark.

The location of the shoe print allowed me to roughly imagine the situation at that time: the opponent was at a high place for some reason, and Poker Bottle might not be able to dodge due to terrain and other reasons. go back.

The opponent's skill is not bad, I even suspect that this is an encounter.But it’s okay, you won’t lose money when it comes to force. I know that if you want to say something, you will definitely tell me. It’s useless if you don’t want to talk. It’s better to behave yourself at this time and keep silent , greeted him with a smile and met Poker's eyes: "Brother, the fat man here makes beggar's chicken, a famous Chinese dish, come and try it?"

As a result, after Pokerfing took a look at me, he ignored me and walked around me in an arc, entered the tent and closed the door.

This attitude is a bit like him seven years ago.When we first met, he has always been this way, cold and indifferent, I have long been used to it.But since I rescued him from the Bronze Gate this time, what is he changing? It may be a kind of thinking, or it may be a state of mind. I have been secretly delighted.But this blow made me a little unexpected. Although I felt that I was quite hypocritical, and this should be the normal situation of Poker Bottle, I still felt a little dazed and gloomy in my heart.

Fatty watched from the side, let out a hey, and said:

"Hey, what's the matter with you two? Brother is still so responsive to you? It's not common. Little naive, did you offend him?"

I subconsciously shook my head, looked at the tent, and began to worry about what happened to Pokerfing when he fell to the bottom of the mountain just now.This kind of abnormality is rarely seen in Poker Face. I went back to observe it. I don't know if it was due to psychological effects or something else. The whole mountain seemed to be suddenly covered with a strange mist, with countless pairs of eyes watching. Peeping after the thick fog makes people shudder.

Poker Bottle didn't say any warning words such as hurry up, which meant that the situation didn't threaten Fatty and me, which meant that the danger was only aimed at himself.I couldn't figure out what could make Poker Ping make such a judgment, so I had no choice but to passively accept Poker Ping's actions.This kind of passivity and powerlessness has never been experienced by me for the first time in several years. I found that no matter what it is, as soon as it is related to the oil bottle, I have to stop cooking completely, no matter how severe it is.

"Hey, forget it, Fat Master, let me show my skills. When the fragrance comes out, I'm not afraid that my little brother won't come out!"

I rubbed between my eyebrows, knowing that the fat man was trying to ease the atmosphere, and I couldn't bear to shake his mind, so I sat down by the campfire, watching the fat man and his godson busy in circles, and silently recalling Zhang Haike's incident just now. In every word and deed, try your best to scrutinize and find loopholes and blind spots.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but sighed.

Suddenly found out.

Wu Xie is still a little tired.