super hill god

Chapter 25 The Lively Barbecue Party

Following Tianlai's gaze, Chen Yang immediately knew the reason, there was a big peach tree pestle there, no one could see it.

Although the Chen family compound is a bit remote, the folks in the village walk around frequently during the day. There are only so few people in the village. Everyone knows who is doing well. Now that there are so many peach trees, it is no wonder that Tian Lai made this picture expression.

"Oh, Xiao Yangzi, when will there be such a big peach tree in your house?"

"It's weird, there wasn't any two days ago, it's a rare thing."

"This peach tree is really not small. It must be hundreds of years old. Two or three people can't hold it together."

"Let's think about it, isn't this a dead tree? How long has it been? It's alive again."

"Oh, my God, look at the peaches on this tree, it's almost as big as the sea bowl at home, it's about to become fine."

"That's right, that's right, I've lived for three or forty years, and I've never seen such a big peach."

A group of folks from the village chattered and talked about everything, and the scene was hot and lively, like a big fair, the noise was so loud that Chen Yang's ears hurt a little.

The black wild boar that committed the crime was instead thrown to the ground and ignored, its limbs were twitching, and there was a lot of blood stains under its body.

Chen Yang stood up in a timely manner, without blushing, without panting, and he didn't write a draft when he told a lie, and repeated the words of "Heaven will lead to thunder, and a dead tree will have spring".

Not to mention, the folks in the village still really believe in this, and they won't pick the bones in the egg. Even if the happy event is over, it will be used as a chat after dinner at most.

After all, since he grew up in the village, he knows a little bit about foxes, yellows, willows, horses, witches, and gods.

Next, there is the issue of the distribution of the black wild boar. Everyone has been busy for a long time, so they have to have some ideas, cut off some wild boar, and have a tooth-beating sacrifice. Speaking of it, I haven’t eaten it for many years, and I can hardly remember the taste. Cleared up.

That's no problem, Chen Yang waved his hand, with his nostrils facing the sky, he was very straightforward, and asked for two pig hind legs.

This wild pork is just a taste, what's the use of bringing a few hundred catties, whoever eats it every day, it's better to divide it up, and leave some among the folks.

Good guy, people are like this, they can't get up early without profit, when they heard that there was wild boar to share, they all stretched out their arms, gearing up, one of them was an old man, black and thin, really strong, and he didn't know where he came from. How can I pick up a large kitchen knife that is more than one foot long, so I have to start now.

This is Chen Qiye, a celebrity from all over the world. When he was young, he was romantic, suave and unruly.

At the age of 30, he carried a blind bear up and down the mountain alone. He was not so vigorous.

It was a lively afternoon, time passed slowly like this, the afterglow of the setting sun paved this peaceful small mountain village with a layer of crimson clothes, the dusk gradually deepened, and the sky was rendered as black as a crow.

Two fat hind legs of pigs had been delivered a long time ago. Chen Yang took a look. The meat was fine and thick, and it must be very chewy.

At this time, the sky was not yet dark, and there was still a glimmer of the sun at the end of the horizon. The little girl Mengmeng began to get busy, with ovens, metal tripods, charcoal, hanging pots, various seasonings, and large and small packages from the RV. Unloading from the inside, a unique barbecue party began.

Of course, the chef is Mengmeng, and Chen Yang naturally does the hard work, fiddling with the grill, fanning the fire and lighting the charcoal, washing and dicing wild boar meat, and threading them into skewers...

This is a bright night, the stars in the sky are like naughty monkeys, twinkling in the sky, looking at the vast land.

Mengmeng at this time is different from the past, her expression is solemn and meticulous, and there are thin beads of sweat oozing from her tender white forehead, she really has the slightest charm of a barbecue master.

In the red-burning oven, the fire was shining, and the skewers of barbecued meat were roasted at high temperature, making the sound of "呲啦" constantly, and the drops of golden yellow bright fat were forced out by the flames, and kept falling on the bottom layer. Bursts of blue-gray smoke rose from the charcoal.

The night is dark, everything is quiet, the stars and the moon are blurred, casting a large silver-white brilliance, the nightlife in the mountain village is not as exciting as in the metropolis, and it has fallen into silence early.

But the backyard of the Chen family was an exception. The fat tiger had been released by Chen Yang a long time ago, circling around a few little girls, but his eyes were fixed on the barbecue in the oven, and the sound of swallowing saliva kept coming out of his throat.

Bangchui was not much better, he walked around several times hungry, barking constantly, impatient, and couldn't wait for a moment.

If you want to say who is the most active, it must be the little white bear. This little guy stretched his neck and looked into the oven. The two little bears scratched and rubbed back and forth. look.

That is, the golden old turtle, the calmest one, with the presence of the old god, does not eat anything all day long, and sleeps in a place for most of the day. It looks like it is going to be a fairy.

Yuanyuan and Lingling were also helping Mengmeng by the side, passing on seasonings and things, and they looked quite serious.

On the contrary, Chen Yang became an idler with nothing to do, looking up at the endless starry sky at a four or five degree angle, muttering to himself, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Uncle Yang, here you are, thanks for your hard work." Chen Yang came back to his senses, and there was a plate in front of him, with more than a dozen pieces of barbecue meat the size of a dice, placed on it in all directions, constantly emitting an attractive aroma.

This little girl is still cute in some ways.

Not bad, not bad, Mengmeng's barbecue skills are really unique, maybe it is an ancestral business, this barbecue is bright in color, crispy and tender, take a bite, the rich meat juice gushes out in the mouth, turns into a stream of water, rushes straight Next, the more you eat, the more you can't stop your mouth.

But for Bang Chui and Fat Tiger, these two big bellies, this kind of barbecue is not as good as stuffing their teeth, and of course their main course is not like this.

Chen Yang returned to the kitchen, picked up another pig's hind leg, and threw it aside. Immediately, Bangmai and Fat Tiger swarmed around it.

"Uncle, there's something there." Lingling ran over with small steps, pulled Chen Yang's sleeve, and pointed to a place with her small spring onion-like hands.

Looking in the direction of Lingling's little finger, there is indeed a faint and small figure, which is so dark that I don't know what it is.

Chen Yang stood up and walked in that direction. He didn't believe that there could be some evil spirits at work when the moon was shining brightly.

(End of this chapter)