God of Fishing

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He Xiaoyu's mother cried like a tear, and she couldn't bear to leave her.

He Mingtang was also very sad. She gave all her hard-earned daughters and raised them so well that she couldn't bear to leave her.

He Xiaoyu burst into tears, hugging her mother and refused to get on the fishing boat.

Village chief: "Cough! Little fish! After all, going to town is not going to town, you will return every year."

He Mingtang: "Go! Remember that you are my He Mingtang's daughter. You are a strange soul beast. Even in town, you are the best."

He Xiaoyu: "Dad, I must study hard and strive to become a big fisherman as soon as possible."

At this time, Han Fei stepped forward: "That, He Xiaoyu, I heard that the people in the town started very high and had great strength. I guess you will practice other exercises while you practice the stick method ... This sword was left to me by Tang Ge. If you're fine, put it on. If someone bullies you, you will cut him. "

He Mingtang glared at Han Fei. Was my girlfriend the kind of person who hacked at random?

"Well! This knife ..."

As soon as the village chief's eyes brightened, he took the knife and took a look at it. Then he took out the saury bishou on He Mingtang, and the two knives were cut relative to each other.

Everyone's eyes brightened, and the village chief was surprised: "This is a magical tool? And at least it's a Chinese sword or even a fine sword."

He Xiaoyu also opened his eyes wide. Fan Qiyu was only heard of it and never used it.

Han Feilao said, "It's nothing, just a knife! The knife is used to cut people. I don't cut people. This knife is not suitable for me."

Everyone, huh, don't you hack? You stabbed the young master of the tiger's head gang. If you don't hack people, you stab people.

He Xiaoyu took the sword with delight, feeling the coldness of the blade, and couldn't help but said, "What's the name of this knife?"

Han Fei: "A sword is a sword. What name can it have? If you want to rise, raise it yourself."

He Xiaoyu hummed, holding the knife in love: "This knife is in black and white, and the knife's edge is cold and light, otherwise it's called a black and white knife?"

Everyone: "..."

The king Baiyu on the same fishing boat rolls his eyes. What's the difference between your name and no name?

Han Fei was speechless: "Just like what you like, whatever you call it."

He Xiaoyu: "Thank you Han Fei, I will cover you when I come back from town."

Han Fei: "You may not believe it. I can kill an ironhead with one punch. I need you to cover it?"

He Xiaoyu: "Blow it!"

The village chief interrupted the two: "Well, it's almost time, Han Fei, don't you really go with us?"

Han Fei: "No, Grandpa Village Chief, there are a lot of things waiting for me to handle."

The village chief wanted to kick the boy, as if you were the village chief, and there are a lot of things waiting for you to handle. Who are you?

The fishing boat lifted off and everyone waved.

Until the fishing boat disappeared among the clouds, He Mingtang said, "Han Fei, that knife ..."

Han Fei: "Mr. He, just a knife, Tang Ge has left me more than one!"

He Mingtang: "..."

Of course, this knife was not left by Tang Ge, but was made by Han Fei by using Li Wolf's iron tree sticks and nearly fifty swordfish bishou during the fishing trial. Its quality is not only Fanzhongzhongpin, but Fanzhipinpin.

...

Plantation.

Han Fei walked in with a barbecue and spirits.

Han Fei: "Father, I am back."

The old man's eyelids lifted up: "Smelly boy, I still know to come back. If you don't come back, this place will be deserted."

Han Fei was speechless: "You haven't lost your energy in the field?"

The old man disdainfully said, "If you are old, you should enjoy your blessing. What kind of land should you grow? Isn't it tiring?"

Han Fei is dumbfounded, I wo n’t be tired of co-authoring you tired! These days have exhausted me.

Han Fei threw the wine on the table, hummed into the ground, and sat on the floor. Where did he go last time? It seems to instill aura in a large area into the ground.

Han Fei has already begun the experiment, and he already has aura in his hand and started to throw it into the ground.

The old man grabbed a garlic prawn and thoughtfully while eating it, was this guy alone killed a tiger in a fishing boat to help a group of elites?

"Well! This kid is ninth level ... peak?"

The old man's mouth trembled a little. Do you think the young people are so perverted now? There is no shortage of 12-year-old fishermen in the town, even 12-year-old fishermen, but there is no 9-year-old fisherman in the town to kill the fisherman's 12-year-old boy.

...

A month later.

The old man Han Fei and Jiang were standing in front of a large tank, covered with thick fish skin.

Old man: "Are you sure you succeeded?"

Han Fei: "It can't be wrong, but if it succeeds, it will be exposed for a while after opening the cylinder."

Old man: "Are you sure what this is called, vinegar, vinegar is delicious?"

Han Fei: "Of course it ’s not good to eat alone, but you always see how many spirits in this garden are delicious?"

The old man nodded. In the culinary arts, Han Fei seemed to have a natural talent, and the old man did not have any power.

But when Han Fei took out the saury bishou and poke a hole in the skin, suddenly a sour taste floated out of the tank.

The old man was a bit disgusted and said: "It's really bad."

Han Fei: "Often it smells bad, but it's the best."

Old man: "Then try this semi-finished product first, maybe it will be half delicious."

Han Fei: "Then try?"

Old man: "Try it."

...

Since Han Han lived in the plantation very much, Jiang Qin began to take turns off. At this moment, he was coming back from the outside, and he saw the old man, the young man and the two men around a large tank.

Jiang Qin: "What are you doing?"

Han Fei, old man: "Secret!"

Jiang Qin: "Hehe!"

After Han Fei learned how to spread the aura in the land, he began to work hard and started to make all kinds of mess, mainly to eat.

At first, the old man was also very disdainful, but after he tried Han Fei's black cuisine, he began to study with Han Fei, saying that this is a great joy in life. But it's enough to eat.

After half an hour.

The three gathered around the table, with a large plate of cold kelp, a large plate of drunk shrimp, and three large sweet potatoes.

Both the old man and Jiang Qin like roasted sweet potatoes. They used to eat raw before. I didn't expect the roasted ones to taste better, but the two dishes in front of them made them a bit unbearable.

Old man: "Are you sure you didn't lie to me, isn't this seaweed, can seagrass still be eaten? Also, this little white shrimp is still alive and still moving."

Han Fei: "Can't we eat grass? Bugs also eat grass!"

Old man: "That's a bug, is a man a bug?"

Han Fei's eyes: "Of course, the worm is small in front of people. It ’s possible that people are small if they are in front of the ground. The worm can eat grass, and people can eat it. Also, this little white shrimp only tastes alive and die. It wo n’t taste good anymore. "

Han Fei said lightly, no matter whether it was Jiang Old Man or Jiang Qin, neither of them used chopsticks.

Han Fei looked at the two with contempt. Meimei picked up a small white shrimp and put it in his mouth, and then spit out a piece of shrimp shell, and the transparent shrimp meat had already entered his stomach.

The old man Jiang and Jiang Qin looked at each other, the corners of his mouth moved, and it seemed that Han Fei seemed to enjoy it. He couldn't help but put one in his mouth and tried it.

As a result, he just put it in his mouth. The old man's eyes suddenly lighted up. Scholar Han Feizi slipped and spit out a slice of shrimp shell.

Old man: "This is vinegar?"

Han Fei: "How do you feel?"

Old man: "Very good, this thing is simple and fast to make, and it can be eaten for a long time in a tank, it's not bad ..."

Jiang Qin frowned. He wondered if the young and old could have fooled themselves together? However, I tried Han Fei's technique a few times and it was very good, so she finally used chopsticks.

When the small white prawn mazui, the smoothness, the feeling of life beating on the tongue, the strong wine fragrance, and the sour and not sour sauce, immediately made her eyes narrow and delicious.

Jiang Qin: "What about this seagrass?"

Han Fei said with a smile: "Sister Xiaoqin, do you try?"

With the drunk shrimp in front, Jiang Qin didn't oppose ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and started using chopsticks directly.

After half an hour, a plate of cold salad and drunk shrimp mostly entered the stomachs of the old man and Jiang Qin, but the roasted sweet potatoes were still intact.

After a while, the old man lazily lay on the chair, chewing roasted sweet potatoes in his mouth, so as to moisturize.

The old man shouted, "Kid, Han, if you don't become a spiritual master in the future, you will definitely be welcome if you become a cook."

Han Fei: "I'm not interested in cooking for so many people. I mainly cook for myself."

Suddenly, Han Fei saw Jiang Qin color him, and seemed to let him follow her.

...

Deep in the garden.

Han Fei: "Sister Xiaoqin, what is it! Sneaky."

Jiang Qin is still cold, she looked at Han Feidao seriously: "Do you want to learn combat skills?" (God of fishing..159159297)-(God of fishing)