"Hmph!"
Bibi Dong glared at him fiercely, flicked his sleeves, walked around the fire, and walked straight to the palace door.
"Bang!"
The door of the palace was shut tightly, blocking the outside view, but the all-pervasive smell of barbecue still penetrated through the crack in the door.
After a while, the heat was almost done, the golden sheepskin had been roasted until crispy and blistered, and the gravy inside was locked in tightly.
Nan Feng rubbed his hands and was about to have a feast to comfort his injured soul.
Just then.
"Squeak--"
The palace door that had just been closed suddenly opened again.
Nan Feng turned around subconsciously.
I saw Bibi Dong with a frosty face, holding a bright silver table knife that I found somewhere in his hand, walking towards him menacingly with long legs.
"What the hell?!"
Nan Feng was startled, his body tensed up, and he subconsciously shrank back.
"Bibi Dong! What are you doing?! You want to fight?!"
"I told you not to mess with you, but why don't you even eat a meal? How can you, a woman, be so..."
The words have not yet fallen.
I saw Bibi Dong walking to the fire without even looking at him.
Brush--!!
A cold light flashed.
The hand raises and lowers the knife, the movements are smooth and smooth, fast and accurate!
"Zila--"
The most perfectly roasted and meaty hind leg of lamb, which Nan Feng had been staring at for a long time, was cut off by Bibi Dong with one knife.
She stabbed the leg of lamb that was still dripping with oil with a table knife in an elegant movement. With her other hand, she naturally took out a white handkerchief from her arms and put it under it.
Then.
Turn around.
Go back.
Close the door.
The whole set of actions was completed in one go, without a word of nonsense, leaving only a proud and cold back.
"..."
Nan Feng kept his head-protecting posture, staring blankly at the empty corner of the grill, and then at the door that was closed again.
The air froze for three full seconds.
"Fuck!!"
A sad and angry curse resounded through the night sky:
"Bibi Dong!!"
"Your uncle's! That's my sheep!!!"
"You want to eat and bake yourself! Are you robbing you?!!"
Nan Feng looked at the roasted whole lamb on the grill that was missing a leg and looked extremely uncoordinated with a look of sorrow and indignation. The corners of his mouth twitched several times, and finally he sighed spinelessly.
"Forget it, good men don't fight with women."
"If we really fight, this sheep will turn into ashes and no one will be able to eat it."
Nan Feng thought to himself while taking out the "committing tools" that he had prepared long ago from Storage Soul Tool.
Exquisite silver plates, neatly cut lettuce leaves, cucumber strips, and lots of bottles of secret dipping sauce - chili powder, cumin seeds, sesame sauce, minced garlic... everything is there.
"Humph, a woman who doesn't know how to enjoy herself."
Nan Feng picked up the knife and moved it skillfully over the roasted lamb. With each cut, he could slice off a piece of lamb with even thickness and golden crispy skin.
"It's what savages do to just hold it and chew it. Only civilized people with taste like me know what the real art of food is."
Not long after, a large plate of sliced roast mutton with delicious color and aroma was placed in front of you.
The meat slices are neatly arranged, sprinkled with green scallions and sesame seeds, and served with a variety of dipping sauces. Just looking at them will make you want to eat.
"This is life..."
Nan Feng rubbed his hands with satisfaction, picked up the chopsticks, and was about to pick up a piece of meat to treat himself.
Just then.
"Squeak--"
That damn palace door opened again and again.
Nan Feng His hands shook and he almost threw away the chopsticks.
I saw Bibi Dong walking out expressionlessly, still holding the leg of lamb that had just been snatched away.
But at this time, the leg of lamb had been chewed up to a horrible extent, with about one-fifth of the meat missing.
She walked to the grill and threw the remaining leg of lamb onto the rack.
Then, those slender jade hands stretched out very naturally, aiming directly at the plate of mutton in front of Nan Feng that had just been cut and beautifully arranged, but before he had a chance to take a bite!
"Holy shit!"
Nan Feng instantly became furious and protected the plate, glaring at her like a wolfdog guarding its food:
"Bibi Dong! Don't go too far!"
"Isn't it enough to steal it once? You need to steal it a second time?!"
"I worked hard to cut this for a long time! You have to eat it and cut it yourself! Isn't that leg of lamb not finished yet?!"
Bibi Dong's hand stopped in mid-air, glanced at him lightly, and said confidently:
"I've been hungry all day."
"The leg of lamb is too greasy, so it's easier to cut it into pieces."
"None of my business?!"
Nan Feng rolled his eyes in anger, "You don't eat on your own? I don't let you eat? When you're hungry, let the imperial kitchen do it! What's the point of robbing me?"
"No."
Bibi Dong retracted his hand, folded his arms, looked at him condescendingly, and suddenly said without thinking:
"I will enter Rakshasa Secret Realm later."
"Rakshasa Secret Realm?" Nan Feng was stunned.
"Yes." Bibi Dong nodded, his tone calm, "I feel that the bottleneck has been a little loose recently, and I want to go in and try it again. It consumes too much, and I want to replenish my physical strength."
"Of course, if you think this plate of meat is more important than your life, then I can go in now."
"..."
Nan Feng's expression suddenly stiffened, and the hand protecting the plate shook unconsciously.
Threat!
A naked threat!
"Bibi Dong..."
Nan Feng gritted his teeth, "Besides this move, you have no other means, right?!"
"It doesn't matter if you have too many tricks, as long as they are useful."
Bibi Dong raised his eyebrows and imitated Nan Feng's previous tone and said:
"Didn't you say this yourself? Teacher Nan Feng?"
"..."
Nan Feng took a deep breath, feeling like his lungs were going to explode.
But the situation is stronger than the people!
He could only give in.
Bibi Dong entered Rakshasa Secret Realm to practice, he?
Was he going to be executed? Or was he forced to be executed?
"Huh..."
Nan Feng forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, his face changed instantly, and his tone became so pleasant:
"Oh, look, why are you so angry?"
"What's the big deal? Isn't it just a plate of meat?"
"Come on, come on, sit down, sit down!"
Nan Feng diligently pulled the little horse tie, wiped the non-existent dust with his sleeve, and served Bibi Dong to sit down with a flattering look on his face:
"His Holiness the Pope You have so many things to do every day, thank you for your hard work! How can I help you with such a small thing?"
"Eat more, eat more! The meat is grilled just right, charred on the outside and tender on the inside!"
As he spoke, he personally picked up a piece of meat, covered it with secret sauce, and carefully brought it to Bibi Dong's mouth:
"As for the matter of the Rakshasa Secret Realm... don't be in a hurry, really don't be in a hurry!"
"We have to be fully prepared before going to such a dangerous place, right?"
"As the saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Take your time, take your time..."
Bibi Dong looked at the man in front of him who instantly turned into a bastard, with an imperceptible smile flashing in his eyes.
She opened her mouth and ate the piece of meat. After chewing it carefully, she commented lightly:
"Tastes good."
"That's it! That's it!" Nan Feng said with a smile, "As long as you like it, I'll cut it for you!"
Eat, eat, eat! I'll kill you!
Bibi Dong took a few bites, and when he saw that Nan Feng was just picking up food for her, while he had a grimace on his face and couldn't move his chopsticks, he felt a little bit regretful for no reason.
"Don't just serve me."
She pointed to the empty mazaar next to her, "Sit down and eat together."
"Thank you Lord for your grace!"
Nan Feng As if he had been granted amnesty, he quickly sat down, grabbed a piece of meat with bones and gnawed it, turning his grief and anger into appetite.
The two of them just sat by the campfire, eating roast lamb, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.
However, this harmony did not last long.
"During the day..."
Bibi Dong suddenly said, "What do you mean by those words?"
"It's boring." Nan Feng didn't even raise his head.
"I was just crazy and talking nonsense. You have a lot of them. Don't worry about me, a mentally ill person. Just forget about it."
"Forgot?"
Bibi Dong put down his chopsticks, and his purple eyes looked particularly deep under the firelight:
"Nan Feng, do you think I'm stupid?"
"Speak clearly."
"Otherwise..."
"I have nothing to do in the next few days, so I can stay in the Rakshasa Secret Realm for a long time. If you want to chat there slowly, I don't mind either."
"You..."
Nan Feng The sheep bone in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap".
He widened his eyes and looked at Bibi Dong with a look of sorrow and indignation, and his eyes were red.
"Bibi Dong! Just be a human being!"
"You don't bully people like this! You don't bully spiders like this!"
"I've already given in. I've already humbled myself and made you a weakling. What else do you want? Do you have to tear off all my fig leaves to be happy?!"