Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"Yo! It's delicious, what's for breakfast?"

Soon, the warm spring came from the tribe.

Influenced by Changxia, the overall painting style of the Heluo tribe became strange. Even talking is out of tune with the Twilight Forest, and of course, he is getting more and more greedy, and he is going farther and farther on the foodie avenue...

Because of the approaching production, Nuanchun looks increasingly lazy.

While walking, they all looked out of breath and seemed powerless. Even, there are symptoms of drowsiness like in the early stages of pregnancy.

This made Chang Xia and the others very worried, so they hoped that Wu would come over as soon as possible.

"Chicken stewed with yam, fruit powder cakes and barbecued meat. Besides, there is a beggar chicken buried in the stove by Chang Xia." Nan Feng pointed at the bottom ash in the stove, and the curiosity in his eyes almost overflowed his eyes.

She has been watching since Changxia buried the pheasant in the stove.

Right now.

Breakfast is almost eaten.

She still hadn't seen Chang Xia dig out the mud ball. Xu was buried in the ashes, and there was no smell, which made Nan Feng even more curious.

"What is a chicken?" Nuan Chun blinked, leaning back on the chair with his belly in his hands, trying to make himself more comfortable.

In a few days, the cave dwellings of the Changxia family were built.

She was able to plan her own and Shankun's cave, and she felt very motivated just thinking about it. It's just that Nuan Chun couldn't help yawning when she thought about it. She had just woken up not long ago, why was she sleepy again?

"Sharp-billed beasts, there are sharp-billed beasts and two-eared beasts hidden everywhere in the tribe, the bushes and the reeds of White Lake." Nan Feng said, he couldn't help but complain. Pick the same skinning as you do with the beast...

Today, under the guidance of Chang Xia, Nan Feng learned that hot water is needed to remove the fur of the sharp-billed beast, and the internal organs must be cut open.

Thanks to Chang Xia, it's not too much trouble, I can think so deeply.

Could it be that poor health can light up wisdom skills?

In this respect, apart from Chang Xia, even Wu and Bai Qing might not know as much as Chang Xia. On the contrary, Shen Rong seemed to be able to keep up with Chang Xia's thinking rhythm.

"Sharp-mouthed beast, who is better than fish?" Nuanchun asked.

She didn't doubt whether the sharp-mouthed beast could eat it. Chang Xia opened its mouth, and if it couldn't eat it, it would become edible. Warm spring is only curious, the creature named chicken by Chang Xia, who tastes better than fish?

Sure enough, foodies are invincible.

Chang Xia: ?(???????)?

She used to worry about whether the clan could accept the change in diet?

Turning around now, he really thinks too much.

Whether it tastes good is more important than what you eat.

"Each has its own merits." Chang Xia covered her twitching mouth and said four words.

In Chang Xia's eyes, as long as it's meat, it's delicious.

That's right, carnivorous creatures are such fraternity.

As long as it is meat, we all love it.

"Nanfeng, you scoop up half a bowl of stewed chicken with yam for Nuanchun to taste the salty taste, and by the way inform Shen Rong that they wash their hands, wash their faces and prepare to eat." Chang Xia's words didn't end, and he started up.

Nanfeng couldn't wait to respond, and quickly started.

While scooping soup for Nuan Chun, I didn't forget to prepare it for myself. While walking towards Shen Rong, he drank yam stewed chicken soup.

The aroma is long and mellow, and the yam stewed chicken is more fragrant than the yam stew.

The yam stew is fresh and sweet, while the yam stew is fragrant and silky. With a single sip, the aroma traveled all the way down the mouth and into the throat.

Even if his tongue was too hot, Nan Feng was not willing to spit out the chicken soup.

"No!"

Nan Feng stood still, calling for Shen Rong and the others to eat.

The three of Shen Rong were at a loss, and they didn't understand what Nan Feng was muttering. However, the three movements neatly landed on the bowl of soup in her hand...

Got it.

At this moment, nothing needs to be said.

Nine times out of ten, Chang Xia prepared a big meal and waited for them.

The three of them looked at each other, removed the animal transformation neatly, and went straight to the stove in the beast's nest.

"Changxia, what to eat?"

"Tribal life is getting better and better!"

There are recipes provided by Chang Xia, and the Heluo tribe has been doing well recently.

Unfortunately, Wu has something to do with the bird clan.

Otherwise, they could go to the holy mountain of Karna three times a day to deliver food to the witch.

By the way, attack other orc tribes in the Twilight Forest.

The bird clan also has witches. This time, he gave up his face and called the witches of the orc clan. It might have really happened.

Nuan Chun opened his mouth to explain the matter of the sharp-mouthed beast.

In this room, Chang Xia squatted down and dug beggars.

Shen Rong came over after washing his face and hands, and said warmly, "Chang Xia, do you want to help?"

"Give me that slate, and I'll put the beggars." Chang Xia ordered without looking up.

The longer they got along with Shen Rong, the more tacit understanding the two became.

Sometimes, you can know what the other person thinks without words.

This feeling made Chang Xia very enjoy.

Shen Rong brought the slate over, and Chang Xia dug out the beggar chicken wrapped in mud from the stove. The burnt-through mud mass is grayish-white with slight cracks on it.

Chang Xia picked up the mud ball with firewood and put it on the stone slab.

Then she motioned for Shen Rong to carry the mud ball to the long table, and she turned to wash her hands.

"Mud ball, is this... edible?"

"Mud, you can't!"

At the long table, Yadong Shankun stared at the mud ball on the slate with a tangled face.

On the side, the south wind is full of black lines.

"Eat the mud ball, what are you two talking about? Chang Xia wrapped a pheasant in the mud ball, knocked it open, and knocked the mud ball open."

"Nanfeng is right, find something to break the mud ball."

Chang Xia shook off the water droplets on her hands and walked over.

After listening, Yadong raised his hand to beast, and tapped lightly on the mud ball.

Kacha-

followed by a clicking sound.

In an instant, an indescribable fragrance quickly spread out.

The aroma was completely different from what they had smelled before.

Stronger and more fragrant.

It may be that the taste has been locked in the mud ball.

Smell the smell, and the mouth is full of gluttony, and I can't be greedy.

This time, there is no need for Chang Xia to remind him. The others at the table made three or two strokes to peel the mud **** apart, and discarded the broken mud **** together with the chicken feathers.

The chicken is tender and yellowish, with a little oil.

Gollum!

I don't know who was the first to swallow the saliva.

Immediately following, there was a second sound, a third sound.

Got it.

Chang Xia stepped forward and broke a chicken leg and handed it to Nuan Chun, and the second chicken leg was stuffed to Nan Feng. Then she tore the chicken wings for Shen Rong, and kept the rest of the chicken wings for herself~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The rest... She nodded to Yadong Shankun, letting them do whatever they wanted, and she cut up one chicken directly.

"Tender and smooth."

"It's more tender than fish, I like it."

"It's a big loss."

Eating delicious beggar chicken, everyone wailed.

Regret, how could you let yourself miss such delicious food before? Pheasants, tribes, bushes and white lakes are everywhere. This guy is not afraid of people, and sometimes he runs into the dens of tribal people to forage for food, and he is very daring.

After eating the chicken in their hands, everyone looked up and looked at each other.

That's right, it's the eyes of a foodie.

"Changxia, let's continue to eat chicken at noon."

In an instant, several identical words rang out at the same time.

Chang Xia nodded and said, "Yes."

She didn't expect the pheasant in the Dusk Forest to taste so good, tender, not wood at all, and it felt like melting in the mouth.

Of course, it may be the first time I have eaten it, which infinitely magnifies the taste.

After eating the beggar chicken, everyone's eyes quickly fell on the pot of yam stewed chicken. This time, the barbecue and fruit powder pancakes have been given a cold reception.

Take the bowl and scoop directly.

I was afraid to take a step forward, so I took a few bites less.

"Eat more—" Shen Rong gave Chang Xia another wing and persuaded her to eat more. I've been busy lately, and Changxia has an average appetite and doesn't eat much.

Shen Rong couldn't help serving Chang Xia every time, always felt that she ate too little.

This scene fell into the eyes of Nan Feng and the others, and it was another slap in the face.

At the same time, the calf under Shankun's desk was also suffering.

Seeing this, Shan Kun silently retracted his feet, bearing the deep love from the warm spring.

Next time, next time, wait for next time.

He must remember to serve Nuanchun first.