The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The starry night is beautiful.

The grassland is fragrant.

The bonfire is bright.

Wine is good wine, food is good food, and people are beauties.

The beautiful scenery of the good day only owes singing and dancing, but the sound of the wind blowing the short grass is like an ying song, and the trembling of the short branches and leaves is like a swallow dance.

Thinking of this, I can't help but get a little drunk.

Not only me, but the Blue Witch is also drunk.

But she is different from me. I am fascinated by the atmosphere, but she really drank too much.

After three bottles of red wine, I doubted how she poured it in.

She stretched out her hand and rubbed her belly, slightly swollen, but pitifully small, almost no different from a flat belly.

This really surprised me. Where did she eat all her alcohol and food?

But doubts turn to doubts, I can't just wake her up again because of this little thing.

Hugged it to the car, put it gently on the back seat, took out a blanket, and gently covered her, and then I started to clean up the mess.

If it were on the blue planet, this endgame would be really hard to deal with.

Not to mention anything else, just say the steak, the rich butter juice that solidified on the plate, is enough for me.

But after crossing, it is very easy to clean up, just use flame magic, slightly release, let the butter melt and drip, and then wipe it clean with a tissue, ok, everything is fine.

Otherwise, it's the stove.

Cleaning up the stove is also a hassle, because the unburned charcoal and ashes can easily stain your fingers and clothes, but now don’t be afraid. I just use flame magic to burn them fiercely and completely burn them to ashes. The scum, then pour it out, then knock it twice, and everything is fine.

Save time and trouble.

After doing all this, the sky was getting dark, I also packed up and got into the locomotive, closed the door, lay down in the driving position, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, I woke up early, there was no one around, there were still snoring sounds in my ears, and there were two snoring sounds, and one after another, you are higher and I am lower, and I am higher and you are lower, as if you are competing.

It is the Blue Witch and Tuo Tuo.

I smiled slightly, opened the door gently, and got off the locomotive.

He took out the grill again, lit it again, and took out the pot again, ready to cook.

In fact, I am not good at cooking soup, stir-fry and the like. As I said before, I am better at grilling.

In addition, it is to make some fresh and interesting cold food, and then it is to cook porridge.

During the time when I was on the blue planet, I traveled on foot alone, shuttled through many cities, and visited many famous mountains and rivers.

Because I have been walking alone, certain necessary wild survival skills are still available. In terms of cooking, in addition to knowing many wild fruits and vegetables, I also cooked good porridge.

Although it is a good porridge, it is definitely not as good as those cooked by imperial kitchen chefs or folk experts.

But it can also guarantee that it is sweet and delicious, just right.

Among the porridge, my best is meat porridge.

Cut a little meat, cut into simmered seeds, stir-fry a little bit with oil, add rice under water, and add a little bit of seasoning during the period. No more, just an appropriate amount.

There are hard and fast rules if you want to make porridge unboiled. This can’t be changed, because someone must always watch and stir it with a spoon.

The mixing speed can neither be fast nor slow, it is better to be even.

Just stir and stir, stir and stir until the heat goes out.

After that, it is braised. Cover the lid and keep braising until you can touch the pot with your hands.

The delicious meat porridge is out of the pot.

During the porridge, I was bored and looked far away with my chin. But I looked around. This grass is still grass, this tree is still a tree, and this mountain is still short.

"Hey, it seems that I don't have any buddha roots." Shaking my head, I sighed: "I can't realize that seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a mountain is the three-level realm of a mountain, all visions can only stay in the mountain. It's the mountain level."

"What are mountains and not mountains, what are you talking about?"

In my ears, the blue witch's voice suddenly sounded, scared me, and almost lost the spoon.

"Hey, you girl, why are you walking silently!"

"Walking silent?" The Blue Witch pointed at herself blankly. After I nodded, she hummed softly: "Confused, you, I'm the same as usual, even Tuo Tuo is the same as usual. You yelled several times, but you always ignored us."

"Huh? I ignore you two? Don't make fun of you, okay!" I retorted, "How could I ignore you two? Both of you are my family."

"Don't believe me, pull it down."

The blue witch was a little unhappy, but soon she forgot about it because there was food.

"When is the meal? I'm so hungry."

The blue witch staring at the meat porridge, her eyes were as bright as wolf eyes at night.

"Wait," I said in a huff: "I haven't seen it. I'm still going through it. I will tell you when I can eat it."

Upon hearing the words, the blue witch squatted down, resting her cheeks in her hands and staring at the stove.

She stared very attentively, and she looked the same as when she watched ants fight.

But soon, she couldn't help it again: "When is it good, I'm hungry!"

While talking, she stretched out her magic claws and stretched out to the hot porridge.

"Stop!" I grabbed her little hand and stopped her movement: "You are crazy, this is hot porridge, it can burn your hands!"

"But I'm hungry!"

The blue witch bit my arm fiercely, as if she would bite off a piece of my meat as long as I dared to stop her from eating meat porridge.

"In this way, you go get a chicken drumstick and heat it up on the stove to eat."

The blue witch was a little unwilling. After all, the meat porridge was not ready, and she was too hungry, so she agreed with my proposal and got up and took the chicken legs.

By the time she roasted the chicken legs halfway through, the meat porridge had reached the point where it could be braised.

It will be out soon.

But I didn't tell the Blue Witch, because seeing her concentrating on roasting chicken legs, I think as long as she can eat three chicken legs in advance, at least half of the meat porridge in this pot belongs to me.

After all, whether a man or a woman, the capacity of the stomach is limited.

As soon as the chicken drumsticks were ready to go out of the oven, I immediately picked up the lid and quickly picked up a small bowl and filled two bowls of porridge, one for the blue witch and one for my own, and immediately started eating.

Just when I thought the blue witch would seriously nibble on chicken legs, I unexpectedly saw that the blue witch, she actually threw the chicken legs to Tuo Tuo!

After holding a bowl, taste the meat porridge.

I'm going, the hero of girls' middle school!

There is a saying: But if you stop constantly, you will suffer chaos.

This blue witch can be said to be a decisive hero!

As long as the goal is set, she must move towards the goal, even if the temptation is great, such as a chicken leg, she is willing to throw it away in the first time.

I admire this decisiveness.

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