"My horse's meat is not as tender as yours." Nangong Yun looked indifferent, not hurting or itching, "Actually, I have never tasted the taste of a bloody horse, so there is no harm in eating it."
"You two are breathing out your anger from the same nostril!" Feng Qingyu only remembered it now.
Feng Qingcang and Nangong Yun are not good people.
One of them is a fox with a black heart and lungs, and the other is a smiling tiger with a human look.
Half a catty or eight taels.
"Don't you know that ordinary horses have thick skin and rough flesh and are not suitable for eating?" Nangong Yun's seemingly rhetorical question was actually stating a fact.
In the past, people ate mutton, beef, and dog meat, but no one ate horse meat.
Why? Because the meat of mutton, beef and dog is fine and smooth, and it is smooth and chewy after being processed. However, the skin of ordinary horses is not only very thick, but the meat is also very rough, so it is not suitable for eating or drinking.
Of course, the Sweat-blooded Bumpling is different. The Sweat-blooded Bumpling has thin skin and delicate meat. After eating it a hundred years ago, an emperor praised the Sweating-blooded Bumpling as the most delicious food in the world.
Therefore, it can be seen that the blood-stained BMW is rare and delicious.
Feng Qingyu simply glanced aside, not looking at Nangong Yun and Feng Qingcang, the two people who would cause trouble for him.
In fact, he didn't know that ordinary horses have thick skin and rough flesh, but he just couldn't bear to let his beloved horse be killed by humans and become a meal.
"Uncle, there is me." Xin Mo'er stretched out three hands and pointed at Feng Qingyu, "They are not two breathing out one nostril, but the three of us breathing out one nostril."
Feng Qingyu glared at her fiercely. It was in vain that he was usually so kind to her. At this time, she completely turned to their side.
He glanced at the mount at the entrance of the cave with some pain. This horse had been with him for at least twelve years, whether it was life or death.
Even a dog that has been kept for a month has feelings. How can he let go of it?
"Uncle, Mo'er is really hungry." Xin Moer blinked her big eyes and said pitifully, "It turns out that uncle really doesn't care about Mo'er anymore. I used to trick Mo'er.
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Feng Qingyu looked at her frustrated and disappointed look, feeling a little distressed, and simply said, "Okay! I'll get it for you to eat right now!"
After saying this, he pulled out a dagger with a cold light from his boot, pointed it at the entrance of the hole and shot the BMW that was eating Zheng Huan directly into the abdomen.
With a 'bang' sound, the BMW fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped breathing.
Rather than letting others slaughter his treasure, it is better to do it himself. Only he can touch his things, and even if he doesn't want them anymore, he can only destroy them!
Don’t think about it!
Feng Qingyu walked to the horse corpse and waved his hand towards Xiao Wu, "Why don't you come over and help me work harder! Do you still want to eat horse meat?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu quickly stepped forward to help and dragged the horse corpse to the bonfire.
Xin Mo'er was stunned. Feng Qingyu's technique of flying the dagger just now seemed ordinary, but in fact, it required very strong internal strength and eyesight to accurately stab the lifeblood of the sweaty BMW.
It turned out that her little imperial uncle was actually a hidden master!
Feng Qingyu and Xiao Wu first removed the horse's hair, then fixed the head and tail of the horse corpse with swords, put them on the campfire, and kept turning them over to roast the whole horse.
Because of the strong fire and because the two of them turned it over in time, no part of the horse was burned. Half an hour later, a fragrant roasted whole horse emerged.
This horse is so big, and there are only six people in total. They can't finish it, unless they have pig bellies.
Oreo landed on the ground and kept rolling its black and round body, showing its excitement.
Xin Moer unceremoniously pulled off a fat horse's leg and put it into his mouth, then pulled off the horse's ears and tail, and handed it to Oreo, "Hey, what are you doing?
For being so well-behaved, I’ll give you something to eat.”
Oreo thought he had been dazzled, so he opened his eyes as big as mung beans and stared at the horse's ears and tail, whining from time to time.
Then, imitate the human voice and say, "Stingy! Stingy!" The tone of voice is very similar.
If they hadn't all been looking at it right now, they might have thought it was really a person talking.
Xin Moer's face darkened, and he took back the horse's ears and tail and made a throwing motion, "If you don't eat it, it will fall down. The fire is not too big. I will throw this into the fire to help the fire lord."
, is also pretty good.”
When Oreo heard this, he quickly flapped his wings and flew in front of Xin Mo'er. He used his mouth to poke the horse's ears, which was only one centimeter away from the fire, and used one of its paws to hit the horse's tail.
He grabbed it and dragged it outside with all his strength.
Unfortunately, there was a huge weight difference between its body and the horse's ears. Without paying attention, its body began to fall down, and there was a raging fire below.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!" Oreo wailed like a human being and flapped its wings vigorously. Just when it was about to be buried in the sea of fire, Feng Qingcang randomly picked a branch on the ground and fattened it.
His little body was dragged up and placed on the ground.
After Oreo landed, he took a deep breath. Although he was unwilling to do so, fortunately, he still had a horse's tail and ears to eat, which was better than nothing.
He glanced at Xin Mo'er as if sadly, then opened his two chicken-like paws and opened the dish to him.
Xin Moer didn't look at Oreo, but fixed her gaze on Feng Qingcang's indifferent handsome face, flashing her large, ethereal and clear eyes, trying to see any flaw in his face, "Father, King
, this little mynah was brought back from Taibai Mountain by Mo'er. But why does Mo'er think that my father is more nervous about it than Mo'er?"
Feng Qingcang stared at her expressionlessly for two seconds, stretched out his hand to grab Oreo, and pinched its neck with his hands, "Since Mo'er doesn't like it, then roast it, I guess this bird
The taste is not much worse than the taste of a sweaty BMW."
After saying that, he threw Oreo directly into the fire.
This series of movements was so sudden that Oreo had no chance to react. Seeing that he was really going to be buried in a sea of fire this time, he could already smell the burnt smell of his tail, and all the hair on Oreo's body was covered with fire.
When he stood up in fear.
Xin Moer suddenly stretched out his hand, caught its body, held it over, extinguished the small fire on its tail, and glared at Feng Qingcang, "Do you need to do this?! I'm just so casual
Talk about it! You are not nervous about it, but I am nervous about it! Don’t you know that I was very lonely and bored during the last two years in Taibai Mountain?! It was Oreo who accompanied me through those two barren years!
"
Then he added emphatically, "It's it! It's not you!"