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"By the way, old lady, what are you doing now?" Yu Shuiguan immediately changed the subject and asked, "I just saw you in the kitchen, are you cooking?"

Although Yu Shuimo didn't hit people very much anymore, the consequences of making her angry are very serious, and she will definitely be deeply missed. It would be better to be beaten on the spot, and it can relieve her anger.

You must know that the old lady is in... well, that irritability period, it is better not to provoke her or not to provoke her.

"Yeah." Yu Shuimo replied: "You stay in the living room for a while, I have a rooster that I haven't finished killing yet."

"Rooster?"

"Well, Ah Tong sent it." Yu Shuimo said lightly: "Xiao Cong said she wanted to eat, and after thinking about it, she does, so let's add another meal."

Zuo Tong listened to the conversation between the two, hesitating whether to tell what she saw just now, but looked at Yu Shuiguan and gave her winks from time to time to tell her not to say it, and finally she hid the matter .

After all, the window is not broken, and there is an extra meal at noon, why not do it?

"Okay then, go ahead, I'll send a few text messages to Swallow, after you clean up the pigeons, let me roast them."

"it is good."

After the division of labor was clarified, Yu Shuimo returned to the kitchen with the knocked-out pigeon and continued to work on the chicken killing business. Zuo Tong didn't linger in the living room, but returned to the west bedroom and began to change his clothes.

This red wedding dress is not suitable for wearing at home. Apart from its folk significance, the more important reason is that it is a spiritual dress.

It would be bad if he accidentally harmed the second uncle of the Mediterranean Sea. Zuo Tong still had a pretty good impression of this uncle, not to mention that he got a roasted pigeon today.

Oh, it's not baked yet.

But it's coming soon, after Yu Shuimo cleans up, the self-proclaimed "Grilling Master" Yu Shuiguan can do it himself, Zuo Tong also wants to see how his skills are.

Now I have to change my clothes...

After taking off the wedding dress, Zuo Tong looked at the two sets of clothes in front of him, hesitating which one to wear.

The red silk dress I wore when I entered the game before was placed next to the pillow, and it was placed here by Yu Shuimo after washing and drying. In addition, there are also the sweater and trousers that I wore yesterday afternoon. The most normal set of clothes.

After thinking about it, Zuo Tong still changed into the latter, there is no other reason, just because it is more comfortable to wear.

Of course, she also moved those talismans from her pocket back to her personal space, and with enough time, Zuo Tong took out the delicate pistol she picked up and inspected it carefully.

That spring god shouldn't be afraid of gunshots, right?

Now this thing doesn't seem to be useful, so let's put it away.

After stuffing the pistol back into the terminal, Zuo Tong took out another stopwatch, but this time she put it in her pocket.

This thing is not only easy to use but also hidden, even if it is discovered, it will be nothing, so she plans to carry it with her all the time.

After changing the equipment, Zuo Tong opened the door and went back to the living room, just in time to see Yu Shuiguan coming out of the kitchen with a shaved pigeon, as if he was going to the front yard.

"Hey, Xiao Cong, do you want to see how to roast a pigeon?"

After seeing the niece coming out of the bedroom, Yu Shuiguan said proudly: "Let me tell you, your second uncle and I roast pigeons are excellent, and your mother can't find any faults."

"We have been breeding pigeons for 30 years and roasting pigeons for 30 years. I have never seen better roasted pigeons than mine."

Oh, so powerful?

As soon as he heard what he said, Zuo Tong became interested, and immediately agreed to him, but she wanted to see if the other party was bragging or if he really had this ability.

She followed Yu Shuiguan to the yard, where a simple barbecue grill had already been set up, and some charcoal was put in the iron bucket next to it, which seemed to be freshly taken from the path in the kitchen.

"Xiao Cong, help me go to the kitchen and get the seasoning." Yu Shuiguan, with his gleaming Mediterranean hair on his head, worked hard to lift the iron bucket to fill the grill with charcoal under the sun.

Hearing this, Zuo Tong immediately ran back to the kitchen to get the seasoning box, the moment she entered the kitchen, she was shocked by the scene before her.

"!"

Yu Shuimo was pinching the rooster's neck to bleed the blood, and her eyes that were dying were staring at her standing at the door from a strange angle.

But this is not the point, Zuo Tong also knows that killing chickens requires bleeding. The problem is that Yu Shuimo is now using a bottle to catch the blood, as if to collect them.

What is she going to do with the chicken blood?

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Volume 103 Yuquan Village: Chapter 98 Chapter 5 No Way, Poor ([-]K)

"Tick, tick."

Yu Shuimo reached out and threw the blood-dripping rooster into the basin, the black-red blood gushing out of the neck mixed with the clear water, this bloody scene made Zuo Tong look away.

Although the chicken would be delicious after the bloodletting, but she was still not used to this kind of scene.

This time it was really, really, really the original owner's physical instinct, Zuo Tong swears, she has been in the hospital for so long, she is not even afraid of the dead, how could she be afraid of the scene of killing chickens?

It's because this body's ability to tolerate bloody scenes is too poor. I guess I haven't killed a chicken with my own hands... It seems that there is no need to estimate, but it just hasn't.

Zuo Tong didn't find any killing scenes from his memory. Maybe the original owner had killed mosquitoes since he was a child, and the blood he had seen was only from his own body.

Well, in every sense.

"Hmm, Xiao Cong?"

"What's the matter?" After noticing the strangeness of Zuo Tong, Yu Shuimo asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"

The moment she said that, she realized what was going on. She had never killed a chicken in front of her daughter before, let alone let blood in front of her. This was the first time today...

But looking at Xiao Cong like this, it seems that there is nothing wrong?

Since her daughter's reaction was not as intense as she imagined, there should be no need to avoid her, and it's not like killing... Ahem, there is no need to avoid her at all.

"Ah, the second uncle asked me to get the seasoning box." Zuo Tong glanced at the stove, fixed his eyes on the small box containing several bottles of seasoning, deliberately ignored the bloody rooster in the basin, walked up Go and pick up the seasoning box.

"Oh, roasted pigeon." Seeing that her daughter was running towards the seasoning box, Yu Shuimo immediately understood what was going on, and stopped Zuo Tong who was about to slip away: "Just wait a moment."

What to do

"I'll get you something, don't leave yet." Yu Shuimo said, "It will be ready soon."

"Ah."

Zuo Tong stood obediently and watched Yu Shuimo's movements. She first picked up the plucked rooster, rinsed it with clean water, and then dropped it on the chopping board. After chopping it off, the sound of fascia breaking echoed with the sound of the kitchen knife falling on the chopping board.

The whole set of movements was swift and smooth, and Yu Shui Mo didn't even break a sweat. This strength alone made Zuo Tong unable to catch up. If she was asked to cut this chicken, she might not be able to cut a piece of it for a long time.

But this is already a daily routine for Yu Shuimo. After all, all the chickens, ducks and geese that the original owner has eaten are from her hands, and she was also a person who used to play with knives. It is easy to deal with a poultry. If so, it might take a while.

"Come on, give this to your second uncle and let him bake it by the way."

Yu Shuimo put the bloodshot chicken legs and wings together in a fresh-keeping bag and handed them to Zuo Tong, and said: "There is still a long time before lunch, so I will leave the phone with you first. As for the contact Let’s talk about your friend after dinner.”

While chatting on the phone on the road, Zuo Tong told Yu Shuimo that she needed a mobile phone to chat with friends, and Yu Shuimo, who had a spare mobile phone, immediately agreed.

After all, she also has a work mobile phone and a personal mobile phone. The mobile phone kept by her daughter is a personal mobile phone that she has not used very much. Since Xiao Cong wants to use it, she can put it in her place.

"Your second uncle does nothing else, but he's pretty good at barbecue. Don't worry about me, you two go eat first."

"Yeah." Zuo Tong nodded without saying anything, took the seasoning box and fresh-keeping bag and went back to the yard, and handed these two things to Yu Shuiguan, who was very surprised when he received the chicken legs and wings, But he immediately understood what Yu Shuimo meant.

You don't need to think about it to guess that this is an extra meal prepared by the old lady for Xiao Cong. After all, one pigeon only has more meat, which is not enough for two people.

"Okay." Yu Shuiguan put on the gloves with a smile, put on the rack and prepared to bake.

Zuo Tong on the side was not idle either, he moved out a stool and sat aside to watch.

Even Yu Shuimo himself admitted his barbecue skills, which shows that the cowhide that Yu Shuiguan boasted before was not in vain, and Zuotong now wants to see how he roasted this pigeon.

"Look, let's grease the meat first." As he spoke, he took a small brush and greased the hollowed-out pigeon. When the orange-yellow oil stars spread all over the pigeon's snow-white body, he ruthlessly He put it on the iron frame with an iron skewer.

"呲呲-"

The oil droplets fell into the charcoal fire, which instantly sparked a large number of flames, but Yu Shuiguan seemed to have expected this kind of thing a long time ago, and lifted the pigeon away the moment the flames rose.

This is something that must be experienced when grilling meat with an open fire. It is no surprise to him who has roasted pigeons countless times, and he has already made relevant preparations.

After putting out the flame, he continued to put the pigeon on the rack, and continued to brush oil on it while grilling.

Repeated turning over and roasting also made the pigeon's skin change from white to light yellow, and then from light yellow to golden. Some burnt yellow appeared faintly in some places touched by the flame, and the mouth-watering aroma of barbecue permeated the whole yard. Zuo Tong, who was watching from the side, couldn't sit still anymore.

It's so fragrant before it's finished roasting, if you let it bake it, it's okay?

No, it has to be eliminated in advance now.

"Zi-"

The silver-white wire frame has been turned black by the flames, and the oil stains on it are faintly shining, and the golden pigeon meat is sizzling in the red and blue flames. People's appetite is greatly stimulated.

As for the turning of the meat and the control of the heat, Yu Shuiguan is quite proficient, otherwise the pigeons are already burnt, and there is no such delicious taste.

"Do you want spicy?"

"Less less." Zuo Tong replied, "Slightly spicy is fine."

The spiciness of the native red peppers in the village is a bit terrifying. As far as the original owner's resistance to spiciness is concerned, mild spiciness is already the limit.

"Okay, come on, have a taste."

Yu Shuiguan took out a small knife and cut the roasted pigeon in two, took out the seasoning box, sprinkled various spices on it lightly, skewered one of the strings, and handed it to the left. Hitomi.

Naturally, Zuo Tong would not be polite, watching the other party handle the chicken wings and drumsticks while tasting the half roasted pigeon.

I have to say that it was really delicious, which made her look forward to the grilled chicken wings and drumsticks that would take a long time to come out of the oven.

But watching him barbecue all the time is also easy to get tired. Watching and watching, Zuo Tong took out the phone in his pocket and opened the group chat to see if there was any new information.

Well, no.

The newly added message column is empty. It seems that everyone is very busy and no one is sending messages in the group.

The Marriage House should be working overtime now, so don't bother them, and contact them at night.

As for the players, they should be rehearsing on the stage area. After all, this is the identity they rely on to participate in the past festivals. No one knows what will happen if there is a problem with the performance.

But she could try sending Melville a couple of private messages to ask how things were going.

By the way, Yu Shuimo also asked her for Melville's contact information, and he had to tell her later.

[Xiao Cong is so cute: Miss Melville, how are you doing?Is the rehearsal going well? 】

Zuo Tong edited a line and sent it over. While chewing on the crispy roasted pigeon, he looked at the phone screen and waited for the other party's reply.

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Behind the stage area, there is a simple soundproof room.

Melville was sitting on a small stool beside her with her mobile phone, looking at it quietly. She had just asked the enthusiastic next village chief for the contact information of villagers with spare rooms in their homes.

Of course, these rooms were not prepared for her. After all, she had already made an appointment with the daughter of the high priest's family to live in her house. The reason why she came to the contact information of these villagers was mainly to arrange rooms for the other four people.

As for why she was asked to do this...

"No, wrong again, try again."

This is the voice of Ye Bingwen. He is extremely dissatisfied with the effect of the performance and longs for a new start.

"How many times is this, why don't we take a break."

This is the voice of Qiu Dong, the drummer in the team. He took on the most physically demanding job in the band, playing drums.

Playing the drums for half an hour is actually acceptable to him, but what he can't bear is that he has been repeating the first third of the song for half an hour, even before the chorus is reached. crotch.

This has something to do with everyone's limited level, but the person who caused the current predicament is actually Ye Bingwen, who has been yelling that he is wrong and trying to do it again.

As we all know, he can't be the lead singer because he doesn't know how to sing, and everyone understands this very well. ,

In order to avoid exposing the fact that he knew nothing about music in front of the audience, Ye Bingwen and Melville exchanged guitars and chose to become the assistant guitarist for an inconspicuous fishing.

But what people never expected was that he was not too willing to take fish, but took the initiative to serve as the audience to comment on everyone. Whenever there was a problem with the band's performance, he would point out the mistake and ask everyone to play it again. He has no musical talent, but I have to say that the problems he can detect are very serious problems, and it must be a good thing for everyone to correct them in time.

Of course, Melville, who is the lead singer, was deliberately excluded by him. According to Ye Bingwen, she will not appear until everyone can play a complete accompaniment.

He also explained: Melville is a singer with profound skills and does not need so-called practice at all. It is meaningless for her to participate in this kind of boring training over and over again.

After all, her rank is not on the same channel as the others, so let others reach a barely qualified level before discussing the full rank.

Ye Bingwen did not dare to point fingers at Melville, whether it was from his musical attainments or his status in the team. The latter was also very satisfied with this arrangement, but it was not in line with her wishes to be idle all the time. She rehearsed repeatedly in the band During the period, she went out to find Yu Tong, the person in charge here, and asked for the contact information of the villagers from him.

Now the situation is not bad, everyone's cooperation is gradually getting better, and it's different from the beginning of each other playing independently... Oh, no, it's completely different from interfering with each other, at least you can hear it as a tune, everyone's progress It can be described as fast.

"Then take a break."

Ye Bingwen said: "We will continue after a while."

He just learned about the physical exertion of the drummer from others. Whether the atmosphere of the performance can be heated up depends on Qiu Dong's performance, so now their rehearsal is based on the physical limit that Qiu Dong can bear. .