Bandits join the army

"Brother Liang, what are you doing?"

During this time, Bai Feifei intentionally practiced his accent, but when he was in a hurry, he still couldn't help but pop out his local accent, this funny look, and this passage of words fit his current image very well.

Jing Shuiliang glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"You still can't see what you're doing? Could it be my fault for you to deal with the aftermath?"

Bai Feifei was really speechless this time, he couldn't help regretting his snooze, even though he woke up just after dawn, he still underestimated Jing Shuiliang's mentality, causing him to be caught without even having time to prepare. I caught the bag.

He thought for a while, and went forward to clean up with Jing Shuiliang.

"Brother Liang, let me come, I have caused this, I can't let you work alone, can't I?"

Seeing that Bai Feifei was about to put all the spilled white powder into a jar, Jing Shuiliang still reached out to stop it, and threw all the powder into the garbage dump.

"No, just sit down."

Bai Feifei was stunned for a moment, and said, "No, then who will cook while I'm sitting?"

Jing Shuiliang glanced at the dead body of rice in the pot. They can no longer be called rice at this moment, but can they be called..."rice flower"?

All the rice is different in size, some have doubled in size, some have turned into a small black grain, not to mention the "deformed" ones, in short, there is no normal grain.

It was okay if I didn't pay attention at first, but it's really not good to look at it carefully!

Jing Shuiliang wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Why isn't it waterproof?"

Bai Feifei scratched his head, I thought about making porridge, wouldn't it be better to cook the rice before pouring water...

This set of rhetoric sounds reasonable at first glance, but cooking is not about reading, writing, and fussing. No matter how much truth there is, doing it wrong will not help.

Based on a rough judgment, the fact that Bai Feifei can't cook has become an ironclad fact.

Helpless, Jing Shuiliang sighed, and continued to clean up. Bai Feifei wanted to help, but when he poured white powder into the seasoning box just now, he didn't expect this person to be of any help.

Jing Shuiliang moved his two slender arms in an orderly manner. The close-fitting clothes did not mean to restrain him at all, but made Jing Shuiliang's movements look more crisp and neat, as if what he saw when he looked down was not a messy man at all. The stove is a desk with sandalwood incense, and at this moment, the owner is writing and painting on the desk.

Bai Feifei almost stared at her eyes, who would have thought that such an officer not only knows how to cook, but also cooks so beautifully!

After a while, the stove was almost cleaned up, the raw rice was ready, and the water was poured into the cauldron without any damage. They had a pleasant exchange with the rice. Jing Shuiliang took two chopsticks, put them in the pot, and placed them on top of them. I made a small pot, beat a few eggs in it, added some water, stirred it evenly, and put it on a shelf built with chopsticks.

Bai Feifei watched Jing Shuiliang's actions, and his curiosity made him stretch his neck forward, wondering what Jing Shuiliang was going to do.

"Brother Liang, what are you doing?"

Jing Shuiliang glanced at the pot, pointed to the small pot on the chopstick rest, and turned around.

"You said this?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Bai Feifei nodded like a pounding garlic, and quickly remembered this thing in his heart. Thinking about it is so simple, he will do it himself next time.

"I put a shelf on top of the rice, cook porridge below, and the bowl above is egg custard. The egg custard will absorb the aroma of the rice, and the porridge will also have the aroma of eggs, which will be delicious."

Bai Feifei slapped his thigh, good!

Looking excitedly at Jing Shuiliang, his big white teeth bared out.

"Brother Liang, you still have this skill! I would have let you cook the first day after I tied you back! It must be better than Xiao Ya's cooking!"

Jing Shuiliang rolled his eyes at him, glanced at the sky outside, and threw out a sentence: "Light a fire."

Seeing that he finally had a place to use his skills, Bai Feifei leaned closer to the stove, said "Hey!", and took over the job.

This time the fire was lit very smoothly, the flames burned vigorously in the stove, and there was not much smoke coming out, Bai Feifei was surprised again.

He stared at the stove, looked left and right, and put a hand on his chin, as if he was really thinking seriously.

"Hey? That's weird, why isn't there such a big smoke this time? Could it be that this thing will also recognize the master, how can it bully me as a novice?"

Just as Jing Shuiliang put the lid on the pot, he stared at Bai Feifei when he heard Bai Feifei say this. He stood sideways and glanced at Bai Feifei who was squatting. His eyes were open, as if he was staring at the second idiot next door.

"Don't you know what a chimney board is?"

Bai Feifei raised his head, the black on his face faded away, completely turning his whole face into gray, as if he had changed species.

Only the pair of grape-like phoenix eyes, raised up to stare at Jing Shuiliang, are still shining, full of thirst for knowledge.

"Chimney boards? What's that?"

Jing Shuiliang was completely speechless, sighed, and pointed to a pillar protruding from the side of the stove. There was a gap on it, and a wooden board was stuffed inside, and most of it had been pulled out at this time.

Bai Feifei jumped up and tiptoed to check, looking curious as if seeing it for the first time.

Jing Shuiliang may not have expected that although Bai Feifei grew up in the mountains, his life skills are almost the same as none, and his survival skills are very strong.

"You've never cooked before?"

Bai Feifei was attracted by Jing Shuiliang's question again, turned to look at him, and nodded as a matter of course.

"That's right! In the past, my father cooked in my house. Later, a woman from the village did the cooking, and then sister Xiaoya came. I usually take the men from the village to hunt or something..."

Jing Shuiliang nodded.

"In other words, no cooking in the kitchen."

Bai Feifei nodded.

"Yes."

There was no reason, no concealment, and he was asked straightforwardly.

"..."

Jing Shuiliang had nothing to say, and just like that, the two of them, one was ashamed, the other didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking, just passed the breakfast process in silence until the rice smelled fragrant and the fragrance of the eggs gradually followed. Bai Feifei, who had been tossing all morning, couldn't hold back anymore, his eyes drifted straight to the steam coming out of the pot.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Jing Shuiliang stretched out his hand to lift the lid of the pot, and the rich aroma of the food gushed out, finally spraying Bai Feifei's entire nasal cavity.

"Wow... this is too delicious!"

With a sigh, Bai Feifei turned his head to look at Jing Shuiliang, his eyes were shining brightly, with attractive magic power.