After she wears it back

Chapter 867 The Roasted Chicken is Half Less!
Quan Feifei thinks beautifully, and I hope that everyone can have opinions on Shi Yaoguang because of this, and then exclude her together.

pity.

None of them followed the script she had prepared.

Quan Feifei tried her best to demonstrate what a one-man show is.

When no one pays attention to her, it is useless for her to provoke her.

Frustrated on one side, she wanted to make up for it from another direction.

The best way is to...

Expose the "mask" of fluctlight.

She didn't believe Shi Yaoguang could really cook.

Isn't it chestnut roast chicken?

Clean up the chestnuts and pheasants, put them in a pot, and put some salt and oil.

The chestnut roast chicken made in this way may not be edible.

Wild game requires special treatment. If the fluctuating light is not handled well, tsk tsk, it must be fishy to death?
Quan Feifei couldn't wait to see the scene where Shi Yaoguang's car overturned.

At the moment, he didn't care about being polite, so he lifted the lid of Shi Yaoguang's earthenware pot containing roasted chestnut chicken.

The taste of the chestnut roast chicken just leaked out a little bit through the cracks, and that taste is enough to make you salivate.

Now when the lid is opened, the overbearing fragrance rushes straight to the nose.

Everyone present swallowed subconsciously.

I'm really not hungry...

This is the simplest and most primitive desire of human beings.

Besides, even if you admit that you are really hungry, so what?

Who can say a word wrong?
Food color also.

Eh.

Qiao Yiyan's Adam's apple slid up and down, and couldn't help but be the first to ask, "When... shall we have dinner?"

After his words fell, everyone looked at Shi Yaoguang together.

Subconsciously regarded her as a leader.

There were also clever ones, who opened their own food one after another, and then approached Shi Yaoguang to share with her.

Looking at this direction, the director team couldn't help but show a gratified expression.

Guests are meant to share.

Naturally, Shi Yaoguang would not refuse, and greeted everyone to prepare the dishes, and all the guests gathered around the table and sat in a circle.

After a "start" from someone who didn't know.

With a tacit understanding, everyone extended their chopsticks to Shi Yaoguang's chestnut roast chicken.

When the seven pairs of chopsticks were three inches away from the earthenware pot of roasted chestnut chicken, a sound piercing the sky sounded.

"Keep the chicken under the chopsticks—"

Quan Feifei originally thought that her braised fish would be the most popular dish at the scene.

She had even thought about it, no one would share it except Quan Jinbei.

Unexpectedly, no one took a fancy to her braised fish.

Seeing several people staring at Shi Yaoguang's chestnut roast chicken with fiery eyes, she looked at the chestnut roast chicken as if she could breathe fire.

When she heard that sound, she subconsciously looked up and shook her eyes.

She was a little surprised when she was sure it wasn't Shi Yaoguang who opened her mouth.

I don't know who said "Keep the chicken under the chopsticks—" just now.

When everyone heard this sound, although they still coveted the chestnut roast chicken, they were still very salivating.

But in the end, he kept the bottom line, tried his best to restrain the hand that had his own thoughts, and took back his chopsticks very unwillingly.

However, everyone's eyes were still fixed on the chestnut roast chicken.

then……

They watched helplessly as the clay pot of chestnut roast chicken was picked up with one hand.

moved in a certain direction.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, the people present couldn't help but praise it.

Can……

"Fuck!" Someone immediately shouted, "Put that chicken down!"

At critical moments, even idols will fall off the chain.

No, he swears directly on the show.

But this is also understandable, after all, no one is perfect.

In a sense, "Fuck" is just a word to express emotions.

Can't say it's swearing or anything.

But at this moment, under the eyes of everyone, the chestnut roast chicken was "stolen" by someone, which is still very unacceptable.

"Amitabha."

When everyone listened to the Buddha's chant, they noticed that the person who took away the roasted chestnut chicken was a monk wearing a gray monk's robe.

The little monk looked very young, in his early twenties, he could tell he was young.

With his childish face, if he took off the gray monk clothes and put on the high school uniform, it would not violate harmony.

If... this little monk doesn't compete with them for the roasted chestnut chicken, everyone will be able to live in harmony.

But the problem is that there is no if.

Now the chestnut roast chicken that all the guests have been coveting for a long time has been taken by the little monk alone.

Well worth it!

Facing the condemning eyes of the crowd, the little monk was able to hold his aura very well, bowed with one hand and recited the Buddha's name, "I'm sorry, all benefactors, please forgive me for taking the liberty."

Qiao Yiyan: "If you really want us to forgive you, give us back the chestnut roast chicken!"

Although all this happened too abruptly just now, everyone can see that this little monk obviously has two brushes.

With his skill, if he returns the roasted chestnut chicken unwillingly, the guests like them can't carry it on their shoulders or lift it with their hands, so they may not be able to match him.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yiyan and others could only resort to outsmarting.

As soon as Qiao finished speaking, he heard the little monk say in a slightly ashamed tone: "Young monk didn't intend to snatch food, but he was really empty, so he had no choice but to do it."

Qiao Yiyan tried hard to digest the meaning of the little monk's words.

If he understood correctly, the little monk said that he didn't grab the chestnut roast chicken on purpose, he was just too hungry?

If he is really hungry, it is not impossible to let him have a meal.

But as soon as he came, he snatched away the most delicious chestnut roast chicken. What's the reason?
Besides, monks seem to have precepts, right?

Why is this monk not taboo about meat and vegetables?
Before Qiao Yiyan finished slandering in his heart, he heard the little monk say: "The little monk is indeed here for alms, I hope all the benefactors will be generous."

Qiao Yiyan snorted, "You monk is not serious at first glance, you want to ask for alms, we have vegetarian dishes here, why don't you just eat...this!"

As he spoke, he handed the cooked corn cobs to the little monk.

The little monk hugged the clay pot tightly, very resolutely, "It is enough for the little monk to have this pot of chestnut roast chicken."

Qiao Yiyan rolled his eyes, "I said you are not a serious monk, right? Monks are not allowed to eat meat!"

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep it in his heart." The little monk said.

Qiao Yiyan: "..."

Speechless.

Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and there are many examples left in the Buddha's heart.

Isn't it true that the holy monk helps epilepsy?
But can this be the same?

One is a well-known holy monk, and the other is a monk whose six faculties are unclean at first glance.

How can it be compared?

The little monk seemed unable to see the dislike of Qiao Yiyan and others, his eyes fell on Shi Yaoguang.

"This female benefactor, please give the monk a fast meal for the sake of your predestined relationship."

Shi Yaoguang looked at him strangely for a moment, then nodded.

The little monk was overjoyed.

Now he doesn't have to hold the clay pot.

Now that Shi Yaoguang has let go, he naturally doesn't have to worry that these people will eat the chestnut roast chicken.

He directly took out the special tableware from the baggage he carried with him.

Then, in front of all the guests, half of the chicken and chestnuts in the Chestnut Roasted Chicken were picked out.

Not the abstract half, but the very concrete half.

When Shi Yaoguang processed the pheasant, he was very skillful with the knife, and the chickens on both sides were cut symmetrically.

The little monk jumped out of the chicken and put it in his special tableware. Everyone watched half of the chicken being pieced together, and some chestnuts were placed on the other half.

After he put away half of what he needed, he put the clay pot back on the dining table.

Seeing that more than half of the chestnut roast chicken was missing, everyone suddenly felt heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)