"Where's the gift?" Tang Bandit stretched out his hand to Phoenix.

"You're lying." Phoenix said angrily.

Both of them had a great harvest today. They each shot a pheasant and a red-eyed rabbit, which was considered a close match.

Just when Fenghuang thought the two were about to fight to a draw, Bandit Tang stabbed to death a field mouse that had just poked its head out of the cave.

The Tang bandits won!

The Phoenix was in a hurry and searched for prey all over the world, including pheasants, hares, voles, wood frogs...

The animals in Hate Mountain seemed to have a grudge against her. It was also possible that the two of them were making too much noise just now, so none of them came out and she didn't catch any of them.

"Why did I cheat?" Tang Bandit asked.

"Are voles considered prey? You can't eat them."

"Who says voles can't be eaten?" Tang Bandit looked at Phoenix with a smile and said, "There are many ways to eat voles. They can be stewed, grilled, and made into sashimi... peeled.

Remove the skin, cut the meat into thin slices, place it on a plate, roll it with perilla leaves and eat it..."

"..."

Phoenix glanced at the vole with a hole in its head, and felt a strong discomfort in his stomach when he thought of them being cut into pieces and put into people's mouths.

Why does this guy always like to stab people in the head?

"The most delicious thing is roasted field mice. I'll roast one for you when I get back and try it." Tang Bandit said loudly: "If you think it tastes good, you will lose this competition. How about it?"

Phoenix was then satisfied and said: "Deal."

I thought to myself, even if it tastes good, I still can’t say it tastes good.

Want to beat me? No way.

Hey, how could you be... so girly?

Only her closest friends would she talk to them so casually.

Could it be that Tang Bandit is already his friend?

Impossible, right? It has only been a few days. She is not someone who can make friends with others easily.

Fenghuang stared at Tang Bandit in surprise. Tang Bandit was puzzled by her look and asked: "Are you attracted by my beauty again? I tell you, don't think that you can do whatever you want to me in the wilderness here.

...Even if my body can't resist, my heart will never give in to you."

"Tang Bandit, why are you so thick-skinned?"

"It's not that I have thick skin, it's that I haven't washed my face for a long time." Tang Bandit explained with a serious look on his face and said, "The outer layer is not my face, it's my gray face."

"..."

Seeing Tang Bandit's sly smile, she knew that she had been deceived by him again.

That doesn’t mean you have a gray face, that means you have a shameless face.

The two of them carried the prey home. The old man smiled from ear to ear when he saw today's harvest. He trotted to greet them and asked, "Why did you catch so many today?"

"I competed with Phoenix to see who played more, so both of us played more," Tang Bandi said.

Only then did the old man glance at Phoenix with satisfaction. His expression was as if you were finally no longer a waste of "idle food". He praised and said: "This is good, this is good. Didn't I say that only when there is competition?"

There is progress... Every time I let you and Xiaopang go hunting together, I just want you two to make progress together. As a result, not only did you two make no progress, you came back empty-handed."

"Can you blame me?" Tang Bandit said angrily: "It's not like you don't know about Xiaopang's physique. He runs like a hill... before our people arrive, all the animals have finished running."

The little fat man who was smashing rocks had an honest smile on his face. He knew that Tang Bandit was telling the truth. Whenever he went hunting with his elder brother, there was a high probability that he would come back empty-handed that day.

So later on, the old man only let Tang Bandit go hunting, while he was left at home to throw stones.

Fenghuang didn't want to make Xiaopang feel uncomfortable, so he comforted him and said, "Xiaopang, it's okay. From now on, I will go hunting with Tang Bandit, and you can smash rocks at home. If you are specialized in the art, you can hit rocks very well...

..."

As I was talking, I realized that something was not quite right about what I said.

What does it mean to praise someone for being good at throwing stones? What is the difference between praising a chubby guy and saying, chubby guy, you are really fat?

"Thank you." Xiaopang didn't take it seriously and smiled shyly at Phoenix.

Phoenix felt like he was healed again. He was such a kind child.

After the Tang bandit packed up the prey, he said to Phoenix: "I will roast the field mouse for you... If you eat it once, you will want to eat it a second time, and after eating it a second time, you will want to eat it a third time."

......."

"I don't believe it." Phoenix curled his lips.

Above the new star, what kind of delicacies and alien monsters have not been eaten? Would this lady like to eat a roasted field mouse with the eyes of a deer-headed rat?

The Tang bandits found a large stove, threw a few flammable charcoal blocks into it, lit it, and waited for it to burn. Then they skinned the vole and removed its internal organs. He inserted a red willow skewer as thick as two chopsticks through the middle, and then placed it on the stove.

Make circles on the fire.

Soon, the vole, which was as big as a basketball, began to smoke, and the air was filled with a rich aroma of meat.

Phoenix was watching and saw the vole whose skin was starting to turn brown, and thought, maybe this thing is really delicious?

The vole's skin became more and more yellow, because it was too rich in oil, and finally turned into a layer of golden yellow. Phoenix became more determined in this idea.

After all, she had already begun to swallow secretly.

Tang Bandit heard the growl of Phoenix's stomach and knew that she had not eaten dinner that night. He also smelled the aroma of field mice, so his body had a natural reaction.

The field mouse meat had already been coated with a layer of salt when it was marinated. When it was cooked, it was sprinkled with a layer of pepper and its own secret spices. Then he tore off a large piece of field mouse leg and handed it to Phoenix, saying, "You

Try it... voles run very fast, and their leg muscles are the most developed. This piece of meat is the most fragrant, tender, and very delicious..."

Phoenix was not polite, took the vole's leg and took a bite.

Spicy and fragrant, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

"It's delicious!" Phoenix couldn't help but praise it.

"You lost!" Tang Bandit looked at Phoenix with a smile and said.

Only then did Fenghuang remember the bet. He had clearly made a plan, and even if it was delicious, he would never say it was delicious. However, he accidentally shouted out...

Of course, it was impossible for Fenghuang to express this little calculation in her heart. She glanced at Tang Bandit proudly and said, "If you lose, you lose. Isn't it just a small gift? I do what I say.

When I arrive, I will definitely fulfill my promise.”

"Then I'll be relieved." Tang Bandi said.

When the little fat man smelled the scent of the field mouse, he moved his index finger, dropped the hammer in his hand and ran over, pleading: "Brother, please give me a leg too."

"One leg is not enough for you." Tang Bandit put the vole on the tray, and then cut it into two parts with a meat cleaver.

He handed half of the field mouse to Xiaopang and said, "Take it and eat it."

"Thank you, brother." Little Fatty's eyes shone brightly, and he squatted on the ground with half a field mouse in his hands and began to chew on it.

"Two bastards don't know how to leave any for me, no matter how big or small." The old man scolded.

Tang Bandit cut the remaining half of the vole into three parts, gave one to the old man, kept one for himself, and gave another to Fenghuang. The snack had already finished chewing the leg of the vole, and he was looking eagerly.

Look over here.

"This is not enough to fill your teeth." The old man took his share and said with a look of disgust.

Phoenix still retained the good habit of "respecting the old and loving the young" in Xinxing. He handed over the vole meat in his hand and said: "Uncle, you can eat my share."

When he first came here, he was very polite and called him "sir". Now that he eats and lives with other people, the relationship between them has become much closer, so he calls the old man "uncle" as a chubby friend of Tang Bandit.

"Don't give it to him." Bandit Tang intercepted in the middle and said, "There is still a pot of porridge cooking in the kitchen. If he is not full, he can drink porridge. The elderly cannot eat so much meat, otherwise they will suffer from indigestion at night."

"Oh!" Phoenix nodded and took back the vole meat in his hand.

Their Xinxing article also said that many elderly people maintain their health in this way. Including her father, he does not dare to eat more meat every night because he is worried that his digestion will not be good and he will not be able to sleep well.

"You brat, you forgot about your father after you got a wife. You are such a heartless thing." The old man cursed angrily.

"Let's go eat there and ignore him." Tang Bandit said to Fenghuang, not even bothering to refute the old man's words.

I couldn't bear to refute.

"When you have a wife, you forget about your father"...

What does this mean? It means you have a wife.

I don't know why, but when he heard the old man scolding him like this, he actually felt very happy.

Just like those students who are just starting to fall in love, they hate others spreading gossip about them, but when someone actually spreads it, they feel a sweet and sour feeling of happiness.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound at the courtyard door.

"Who is it?" Tang Bandit asked aloud.

"Fire Shrine. Open the door." Someone shouted at the door.

Tang Bandit's eyes were slightly stern, and the old man's eyes were full of murderous intent. The little fat man had already rushed over and picked up the hammer on the ground...

Of course, I didn’t want to throw away the field mouse in my hand.
To be continued...