Chapter 0959 Pay Attention

0959

The man's face was filled with joy, "Oh? Then I'll wait, little brother, you can go."

Ye Fan got into the forest, and after a few minutes, he ran back, holding a lot of leaves and something sticky with mud.

"Fragrant leaves, wild ginger?" After the man recognized the two things, he laughed and said, "Little brother, you can think of a way, so the chicken won't be fishy now."

Ye Fan ran to the stream, washed the wild ginger, took a kitchen knife, slapped the wild ginger, cut it into several pieces, and stuffed them into the chicken's stomach with the fragrant leaves.

"Okay, so when it's roasting, the smell of ginger juice and fragrant leaves will spread into every inch of the chicken." Ye Fan felt like drooling after finishing the chicken.

The middle-aged man on the side also had bright eyes, "Little brother, you are good at cooking, alright, let's start baking."

Soon, the two of them put six chickens on three wooden sticks and began to turn them over and grill them.

This kind of roasting method cannot be fast, and can only be smoked slowly with that heat, otherwise the chicken will be burnt and the meat will be too old.

Ye Fan is well versed in this. After all, there were many people living in the wild back then, and roasting chicken was commonplace.

The middle-aged man was happier seeing that Ye Fan was proficient in roasting, and kept laughing, "Little brother, you have a good technique."

"Brother, you can do it too, you really are a professional foodie," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Food? What is food?" The man wondered.

Ye Fan thought to himself, is this elder brother a caveman? Can't connect to the Internet?

"A foodie is someone who is particular about food and likes to eat," Ye Fan said.

The man suddenly realized, nodded and said: "That is, of course I am a foodie, I don't care about what I wear, I must pay attention to what I eat! Otherwise, life will be boring!"

Speaking of this, the man let out a long sigh, and said: "Speaking of which, my two sons don't concentrate on eating at all, and I can't even fry poached eggs, so I don't like those two boys very much, and they don't live carefully.

You are pretty good, little brother, you love to eat, and you can cook by yourself, people like this live in this world, and this is the real way of life..."

Ye Fan looked at the man's appearance and thought that his children should be in middle school or something, so he said: "How many children can cook now? It's normal."

"Kid?" The man blinked.

"Yeah... Brother, is your son very old?" Ye Fan wondered.

The man immediately laughed, nodded and said, "Yes, yes, they're just two bastards! Haha...you can't even fry poached eggs, you two idiots, haha..."

Ye Fan was puzzled for a while, is it so funny? It was the first time I saw a father who said that about his son, and his two sons were probably quite pitiful.

After all, my father ran from Kunlun to Shushan for a "picnic". God knows how the two sons got along with their grandparents.

The two chatted, chatted, and ate the offal skewers as an appetizer.

Ye Fan found that this man didn't know much about some new things, especially some things on the Internet, probably because he spent a lot of time in the mountains.

But Ye Fan didn't mind, and patiently explained some things to him, and the man understood quite quickly.

After finally roasting the six chickens, the aroma already made Ye Fan salivate.

"Brother, you have three, I have three, I'll give you the biggest one, after all, you built the stove, how about it? Are you particular?" Ye Fan asked.

The man nodded with a smile, "Yes, yes, alas...Little brother, I like your personality, you are very straightforward in doing things, and you are also very particular!".

Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry, the two strangers met by chance, got together to eat chicken, and said to each other that the other party was really particular, so outsiders would probably think they were idiots if they saw it.

The chicken has just been roasted, so it is naturally very hot, but Ye Fan's physical fitness doesn't care about this temperature, he can even resist Feng Yan forcibly for a while.

Ever since, without hesitation, Ye Fan opened his mouth and gnawed.

To Ye Fan's surprise, this middle-aged man didn't even wait for it to cool down, and started to eat it with great relish.

"Ah...it's so fragrant, tsk tsk...little brother, your wild ginger and fragrant leaves are really amazing! I think we have to give this roasted pheasant a name." The man looked serious, not like joking.

Ye Fan broke off a chicken leg, gnawed on it, and asked vaguely, "What's the name?"

"How about... calling it 'Focus on Roasted Chicken'?" The man asked seriously.

"Cough! Cough cough!!——"

Ye Fan choked directly, and really wanted to scold "You are crazy", but we are strangers, there is no need, so he said with a smile: "It's not necessary, eat a chicken, it tastes good, and choosing a name is not unnecessary?"

The man nodded, "You are right, so I won't take it."

Seeing him feasting, Ye Fan couldn't help asking: "Brother, don't you think it's hot?"

"It's not hot, it's delicious when it's hot," the man said vaguely, his mouth full of oil.

Ye Fan thought to himself, this guy is probably a super foodie, he is used to eating hot food.

After eating all the chicken bones, Ye Fan walked to the mountain stream, drank some sweet clear spring, and rubbed his belly comfortably.

If I thought of barbecue earlier, I would not have to eat those big pots of Shushan. With this way, I would not have to go back to Shushan pie for the time being.

The middle-aged man also drank some water, and then began to organize his kitchen knives and seasonings.

"Little brother, I didn't even ask you, what are you doing here in the mountains? I think you seem to have martial arts, you can run so fast," the man said with a smile.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, "You can see that I have practiced martial arts?"

"Hey, this is not a rare thing, as you know, there are a lot of martial arts practitioners in my hometown," the man said with a smile while tidying up his things.

Ye Fan nodded, indeed, the Kunlun faction is there, and ordinary people actually have a lot of opportunities to meet warriors.

"I was practicing here, but I just encountered something I couldn't figure out, so I wanted to stop and find something to eat, but I ran into you, brother," Ye Fan said.

"Practice? What kind of kung fu do you practice? I also know a little bit of kung fu, maybe we can discuss it?" The man looked at Ye Fan with a smile, and there was a somewhat incomprehensible look in his seemingly ordinary eyes. .

Ye Fan felt faintly in his heart that this man looked suspicious all over, but he didn't feel dangerous when facing his eyes, and would be willing to talk to him on the contrary.

"I practice swords, do you understand?" Ye Fan said.

The man clicked his lips, "Sword, you know a little bit...but what is your problem?"

Ye Fan was also idle, although he didn't think this person could answer his question, but because of his kindness, he briefly talked about his conflict point, how can sword intent and imperial sword be perfectly integrated, Instead of conflicting...

After speaking, Ye Fan sighed when he saw that the man was frowning but didn't respond.

I am really sick and rush to the doctor, ask a mountain foodie, what can he tell you?

Ye Fan persuaded: "Brother, you don't have to bother to think about it, this is very abstract, it's not something you can understand right away, let alone a problem that can be solved easily.

For thousands of years of the Shushan School, no one has really mastered the art of controlling the sword... We had a very happy meal today, so let’s say goodbye.”

The middle-aged man packed his backpack, put it on his body, stood up, and said with a kind smile: "Little brother, although I haven't seen the sword control technique you mentioned, I haven't seen your sword intent...but I think you may be taking your sword too much for a sword, so your sword is still just a sword..."

Too much sword... as a sword? !

When Ye Fan heard this at first, he didn't think much of it, but he lowered his head and pondered for a while, suddenly! Suddenly, a thought popped up in his mind that made his soul tremble! !

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly grasped the key to solving the problem! !

"Senior!! You mean..."

Ye Fan raised his head sharply, but halfway through his words, he was completely dumbfounded.

That man has disappeared! ?

In front of him, standing at a distance of two or three meters in front of him, she disappeared without a sound! ?

Ye Fan felt the chill in his bones, swallowed his throat, his palms were covered with cold sweat, he was dumbfounded...

The last time he felt this way was when he met Sister Fairy...

This man... who the hell is he? !