Mortal Cultivation

78 Skewered Boar Meat [II]

“Hey, it would be great if there was beer.” Wang Wei and everyone ate the fragrant meat skewers together.

Hearing everyone’s praise for the barbecue, he couldn’t help but think of his previous life and the village workers who went to the night market after working at night. The scene of eating barbecue together as a clan.

“Beer?” Fatty came over at some point, and asked suspiciously, “What is beer? Is it delicious?” Fatty was usually very sensitive to eating. When Wang Wei mentioned beer, his first impression was that it was good. Something to drink.

Yueyue couldn’t help but glared at the fat man and said, “What to drink. You only want to drink at a young age, while you are still a spiritual master, I think you are a big foodie.”

Fatty’s mouth was not soft, and he immediately pushed back. “You are just like a foodie. You accounted for half of the freshly grilled kebabs, and you don’t know how to give us points. I think you are a foodie, a big foodie.”

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, a ball of fire flew over, and the frightened fat man jumped up and ran.

“Don’t run if you have the guts, I won’t call myself Bu Yueyue if I don’t make you so tender on the outside.” Yueyue grabbed the meat skewer with her left hand, and while eating, she stretched out her right hand and sent fireballs at the fat man. Under Yueyue’s lewd power, the fat man kept his mouth shut.

At this time, Mei’er was very honest. Sitting at the table, he ate wholeheartedly with his mouth full of oil. While eating, he watched the two of them play tricks over there. It felt like he was watching a big show.

And Lu Wenfeng was indeed a big brother. Seeing that everyone only ate meat and had no porridge, he immediately returned to the house and made a pot of fragrant tea and brought it out.

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Mei’er was suffering from choking. Seeing that Lu Wenfeng brought out the tea, he hurried over and poured a cup of tea, and put it in his mouth to take a sip. Lu Wenfeng stopped immediately. “Be careful of getting scalded.”

Unexpectedly, Meier seemed to have not heard it, and poured in as soon as he raised his neck. Then he glanced at Lu Wenfeng out of the corner of his eye, picked up the teapot and poured another cup, brought it to the table next to him, and then went to eat her meat skewers.

After seeing Mei’er’s actions, Lu Wenfeng couldn’t help scratching his head strangely, full of question marks in his mind. I thought to myself. No, I did make tea with just boiled water.

At this moment, the fat man ran over to Yueyue, sweating profusely. Seeing that there was water on the table, he immediately picked up the teapot and poured it into my mouth. As soon as the tea came out of the spout, the fat man felt bad. Why was this pot so hot? His eyes immediately focused on the teapot, and he saw that the tea was steaming down from the mouth of the pot, and rushed towards the fat man’s open mouth.

“Ah...” Fatty was frightened and threw the teapot at Lao Gao. The tea that flowed out didn’t go into his mouth, but spilled all over him. The hot fat man quickly picked up the clothes from his body and kept shaking the heat.

Seeing the teapot flying into the air, Lu Wenfeng flicked his hand and a spark of light flashed on his body. His long sword appeared in his hand, and he firmly caught the teapot on the flat side of the sword. Except for the tea that Fatty spilled, not a single drop was spilled.

Yueyue and Mei Ren were eating skewers on another table, and when they saw Fatty’s embarrassed appearance, they all laughed and leaned back and forth.

Yueyue smiled and said, “Hahaha. How do you say that? Yes, you deserve it. Let’s see if you dare to bully us in the future.”

Fatty glared at Yueyue viciously, but he could only hold back his anger. Since his clothes were still hot, he really couldn’t do anything.

Lao Caitou looked at Fatty, then at Mei’er, his eyes narrowed. Then continue to make skewered meat for everyone.

“Oh? What smell so delicious?” Master Buwenle suddenly walked in, a smile on his face. In his hand was a bag of meat buns from the old shop of the Lin family. It was a pity that today everyone had more delicious things, but no one had any idea about meat buns anymore.

Seeing Bu Wenle coming back, Lao Caitou couldn’t help but pass him a questioning look, and Bu Wenle just shook his head slightly in response.

Wang Wei immediately grabbed a handful of kebabs, ran to master Bule and said, “Master, you came back just in time, come and taste the hunt we caught today.”

Bu Wenle put the meat buns on the table, and immediately took the meat skewers and smelled them with his eyes closed. He couldn’t help but praise. “Well, not bad. Who came up with this idea? This way of eating is quite unique.”

He chomped on big mouthfuls, and complimented while eating. In terms of eating, Bu Wenle had already gotten along with his disciples, and he was not reserved at all.

While eating, Bu Wenle asked them, “Have you been slack in your practice during the few days I’ve been away?”

Fatty immediately took the lead and shouted. “Master Hui, we have been cultivating seriously these past few days, and we didn’t dare to slack off at all.”

“Really?” Bu Wenle bit the last piece of meat, threw the bamboo stick on the table, and said, “Okay, since that’s the case, then let me check your cultivation progress. Ziyu, you can come first. ”

“Ah? I should come first again?” The fat man reluctantly put the meat skewers in his hands back on the table, got up and walked to the open place.

They saw Fatty take out a seed from his pocket, and an amethyst, more than half a foot long, condensed behind him, and he shouted. “Up.”

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