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Chapter 436 I Can't Eat Hot Tofu

Luo Qixi blinked, looked at him mischievously and smiled, "How about you?"

Xuanyue Wushuang suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled her into her arms, quickly pinched her jaw with one hand, raised her head, looked at her sparkling eyes and said, "What will this king... you Might as well give it a try."

The distance between the two suddenly became so close.

So close that he could feel his breath.

Luo Qixi, who was still joking and smiling just now, froze for a few seconds, and quickly stretched out her hand to push him away.

"Can you threaten in another way?"

Xuanyue Wushuang shook her head, "Only in this way will you be obedient, won't you?"

She snorted coldly, turned her head and walked away, muttering, "You don't want to eat roast chicken in a while, and there won't be a piece of meat left for you."

Xuanyue Wushuang stood there watching her slowly leave, with a slight smile on the corner of her lips.

It seemed that he had found a way to deal with her.

What Luo Qixi made this time was beggar chicken.

Without lotus leaves, she found another thing with wide leaves to wrap the pheasant.

There was no seasoning like salt, so she found some honey and spread it on the chicken skin.

She tried her best to make the chicken taste better.

In fact, it is also the first time for her to make Beggar Chicken.

I have seen it in martial arts TV dramas and books before, so I copied it and tried it once.

Xuanyue Wushuang seemed to have never seen anyone eat like this, with a curious look on his face, "What are you doing?"

She watched as she coated the wrapped chicken with a layer of yellow mud, and then placed it in the pit dug before, where firewood was still piled up,
Luo Qixi finished everything, got up and clapped her hands, said with a smile, "Roast chicken..."

"This is the first time this king has seen your roasting method."

Luo Qixi smiled, "The chicken roasted in this way will be more delicious, you will know in a while."

After waiting for another hour or so, Xuanyue Wushuang had already faintly smelled the aroma of chicken.

His stomach growled twice, and Luo Qixi laughed again.

He looked at her with an embarrassed expression, and said angrily, "Is this chicken any good?"

Luo Qixi sat up from the ground and said with a smile, "Don't worry, don't worry, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

It has been more than an hour, which is equivalent to more than two hours, and it has been roasting on a high fire. The chicken should be cooked through.

Smelling the faint scent of chicken, Luo Qixi's stomach also started to growl.

She clapped her hands, found a branch to put out the fire, then swept all the firewood aside, and got out the chicken wrapped in yellow mud in the pit.

That layer of yellow mud, which was still somewhat moist, has been baked dry.

"Give me your knife."

Although it was covered with a layer of mud, the tempting aroma of the chicken still flowed out from some cracked gaps.

The saliva in Luo Qixi's mouth has been continuously secreted.

Xuanyue Wushuang was not much better.

In the past, he was quite picky about eating.

But at this time, as long as the food is not too unpalatable, it is already considered good for him.

In different environments, people's ability to accept is also different.

He handed the knife to Luo Qixi, and Luo Qixi took the handle of the knife studded with gems and knocked on the beggar chicken.

The dried yellow mud was knocked off piece by piece.

(End of this chapter)