Traveling through the beast world

Chapter 80 Song Weiwei's Concern Is Implicit

The smell of alcohol was very strong, but it also had a sweet taste. He took sips after sips, and his drinking movements were loose and elegant.

Injured and still drinking!
Song Weiwei said, "Ache, I'm a little hungry. I want to drink some of the millet porridge I cooked tonight."

"It's warming by the fire, I'll get it for you." Lan Lingche got up, walked to the fire in two or three steps, brought the whole pot over, put the pot on the grass, lifted the lid, and stirred After a while, it was still steaming.

Song Weiwei hurriedly broke off a few petals of the clean Imperata coronata flower spikes and put them in the pot, and stirred them. The spikes quickly softened under the high temperature, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

Song Weiwei smiled with satisfaction, and filled a bowl by herself, deliberately filled the flower spikes into the bowl, stirred slowly and waited for it to cool.

Lan Lingche asked strangely, "Little Weiwei, what is this?"

"Hmm... Seasoning." The face-saving Song Weiwei would definitely not say that this is the herbal medicine she picked for Mo Ran's injury, otherwise this bowl of porridge would be worn out by Mo Ran, who was worried about Mo Ran's wound.

Song Weiwei suddenly vomited while clutching her nose, "The smell of wine is so bad, it smells so bad!"

Mo Ran, who was immersed in his own world, turned his head to look at her, and stopped drinking, with a little surprise in his eyes.

His wine smelled bad, he just wanted to sit next to her, so she found an excuse that the wine smelled bad to drive him away.

Mo Ran's eyes were a little colder, he moved his butt, and moved away from her, as if he was afraid that the smell of alcohol would disturb her again.

Song Weiwei felt a sharp pain in her heart because of his hip shifting, she suddenly felt that things were different now, as if...know how to accommodate her.

Think about how arrogant and domineering he was when we first met him, and he was willing to give in when he said nothing, but now because of her words, he gave in.

Maybe her rejection and cursing really played a role. He is changing, although the change is very small and you can't see it unless you look carefully.

Song Weiwei handed the bowl in his direction, pinched her nose exaggeratedly and said, "Mo Ran, drink this bowl of porridge to get rid of the smell of alcohol on your body, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight."

In fact, his wine smelled very good, and Song Weiwei was sure that she could sleep soundly after smelling the wine.

However, what women are best at is duplicity.

Hearing her words made Mo Ran's beautiful eyes even colder. Did she hate him so much that she couldn't even bear the smell of his wine?

Mo Ran remembered what she once said, dead tiger, I hate you, whatever you do, I hate you...

Therefore, she didn't even hate his wine.

And this porridge...

He hates cooked food the most!

At night when they were eating, he couldn't stand it, so he went to the mountains to find game by himself, but after a long walk, he only ate a few mice, not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

Although he is very hungry now, this bowl of porridge can't whet his appetite.

Song Weiwei spotted him swallowing saliva sharply, and then remembered what he did in the mountains alone during dinner at night.

He doesn't eat cooked food, and Zi Pocket doesn't have food in stock, so he must go to the mountains to find food.

Thinking of this, Song Weiwei was in a bad mood, and Mo Dashen was actually hungry.

"Drink! Drink the whole pot, your wine tastes too strong!"

Song Weiwei pushed the whole pot to him, and her eyes signaled him to move his mouth quickly.

(End of this chapter)