Husband is Particularly Fierce

The golden birdman had no choice but to walk out of the safe and warm cave because of her and the baby's hunting. When it was sleeping alone at the Extreme Night, it must have had some experience. There was enough food stored in the Red Jade Frost Cave for it to use. It was just that with the addition of her, her appetite seemed incomparable to it, but she ate much more than it did. Only then would the meat be used up so quickly.

He didn't know why, but his heart felt very uncomfortable. As Yuan Feiyu ate the sweet baked mushroom pieces, tears streamed down her face as if she were a child at a loss of what to do.

She knew that her grief and disappointment were the same as her love and desire.

It couldn't even reach her loved ones.

But she did not know how she could live without despair.

It was the most beautiful place in the world. She ate at a completely different frequency from the golden birdman. She was basically eating at the same rate as Yuan Feiyu, and would eat once every eight to ten hours.

She tasted her own soup, dissatisfied with the taste. She knocked on the side of the bird's nest and said in a cold, hard voice, "Fat fish …" "Ehh …

Yuan Feiyu judged that the reason it seemed like was not to eat him, but to make his own food.

She slowly climbed down the bird's nest. He took a spoon and poured some soup into the red jade tripod pot and drank a mouthful.

Bullsh * t.

The Flying Monkey's entire body was thin, plus Extreme Night lacked food, so there wasn't a single bit of oil on the soup. The Flying Monkey's entire body was thin, and Extreme Night lacked food, so there wasn't a single bit of oil on the soup.

It required all kinds of decaying ingredients to be cooked together, plus a large amount of animal oil, chili and soy sauce. Only then would it be good to cook it into the heavy taste of a heraldry or Sichuan dish. She slightly closed her eyes. Without seasoning, what could she do to make it taste good?

She went to the red jade cave and took out a small packet of cold animal oil wrapped in lotus leaves. She saved it while she was roasting it. The stock was good for the average family.

She cut roughly the size of a whole bowl from an ordinary family bowl, and took out two radishes along with some fruits that could be eaten by golden birdman. She could not allow Guyamo to be beautiful. She had to be careful since the intelligence and imitation of the animals here were too strong.

He picked a few of these ingredients and put them into the pot to simmer slowly. As he cooked and tasted them, he added oil and salt. Naturally, the taste was much better.

He picked up some meat from the flying monkey's body and ate it. The quality of the meat was quite decent. Actually, this dish should be fried and eaten, or it might be more suitable for cooking meat. It was not suitable for making soup.

As she cooked the meat, she stole a glance at Guyamo. Person.

It was the most beautiful place in the world. She lazily sat there with her eyes half closed, surrounded by a layer of faint red mist that seemed to come from all directions. It was as if the mist was seeping into every pore of her body through her breathing.

With each breath she took, the bleeding wounds on her body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wound stopped bleeding and turned white. Then it turned purple and black, with thick scabs.