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Zhang Feng did not explain.

At this time, in his mind, he couldn’t help but come up with a manufacture program for the beggar.

“Big Fool, you run fast, go to Old He and secretly ask for some peppercorns, cinnamon leaves, my sauce and fine salt!”

” And Iron Ox, go get me a bucket of water!”

The two of them heard this and ran away in a hurry.

Zhangsun Chong asked for a while: “Feng’zi, are you missing something?”

“What?”

“Wok Ah! How can I eat without a pot?”

“Who said chicken must be cooked?”

Zhang Feng mysteriously smiled.

As Zhangsun Chong saw Zhang Feng’s smile, he instantly became calm.

Every time this guy smiles so cheaply, it’s going to do something!

Thinking of Zhang Feng’s magical skills, Zhangsun Chong couldn’t help but shake his hands. Zhang Feng pointed to the chicken coop when he saw him. , Go touch some chickens, and get some eggs by the way.”

“Good!”

Zhangsun Chong ran away hurriedly when he saw something was done.

And Zhang Feng, using the golden scimitar studded with gems he carried with him, found a few banana trees that had just grown out of the bushes, and was overjoyed in an instant.

With this thing, it’s easy to handle.

When Zhang Feng returned the banana tree to a small stream between two mountains, Cheng Chumo came early and killed the chickens.

The ground is full of white flowers and eggs.

Zhang Feng couldn’t help being stunned.

“Chong’zi, are you robbing Butcher Zheng?”

“No, Butcher Zheng heard that you wanted it, so he picked ten fat chickens He also found a basket of eggs and gave it to me. He said that the eggs will stinks after eating!”

“…”

Zhang Feng was speechless.

“Okay, then you guys, find a clean mud, it must be clean, preferably the kind dug from the ground, the kind that can fill these chickens is the best .”

Several people were dumbfounded.

What is this to do?

But I didn’t ask.

I ran away in a hurry.

Cheng Chumo ran slowly and was caught by Zhang Feng.

“You stay, give me chicken feathers!”

“…”

Cheng Chumo is speechless.

He always has a little doubt that this guy is referring to something else, but he has no evidence, so he can only squat on the ground and pluck his hair.

And Zhang Feng’s request is still a thief.

But where did Cheng Chumo do this thing about plucking chicken feathers?

Finally, Zhang Feng could only quietly call Gou’zi and Zhu’zi, and this solved the big trouble.

When several people washed and stripped the chickens, Wei Shuyu and Wei Shuyu came back with their robes wrapped in a large pile of mud, which was about a hundred catties.

Several people put down the mud, and then watched Zhang Feng’s operation eagerly.

Everyone was confused again about Zhang Feng’s operation.

I saw what he boiled in a small pot, and then smeared all the fragrant things on the chicken, but it was nothing. In the end Zhang Feng actually used it. The banana leaves wrapped the chickens, and then the mud was thinly wrapped.

That’s it.

Then, in the eyes of a few unfathomable mystery, Zhang Feng actually threw these muddy chickens into the fire, and then a bunch of them were born in another place. The fire, that’s not even a big fire. After the dozens of mud bumps were dried and cracked, Zhang Feng took them out again, smeared them with a layer of mud, and then let Cheng Chumo in the place where the fire had just burned. I dug a big hole, threw all these mud bumps into it, filled it with soil again, and set off a big fire.

That’s the end.

I couldn’t help but all of them were dumbfounded.

“Feng’zi, can you eat this stuff?”

Have they ever seen such a show operation?

Even when you were training outside on the march, did you never do this? Can this thing be eaten after such a tossing?

Zhang Feng glanced at the crowd without saying anything. He took the place where the fire was previously burned, gently shoveled away the charcoal, put all the eggs in it one by one, and used the ashes to put the eggs cautiously. Wrap it up, and then give up.

This makes it even more difficult for a few people to understand.

Several people watched Zhang Feng frantically at the fire.

Cheng Chumo couldn’t help but stabbed Zhangsun Chong, who was squatting on the ground, and asked: “Is this guy irritated? Or why would it be such a mess?”

“This tour Ever had a stove, as for ruining things like this?”

Zhangsun Chong couldn’t help sighing as he looked at Zhang Feng.

“oh! If Old Li, or Dabing, his father knew, he would dare to talk to Feng’zi like this, you are believing or not, his legs can’t be kept 1”

“Why?”

A few people couldn’t help but asked in confusion.

Zhangsun Chong sighed, pointed to his head and said: “Feng’zi’s head is probably out of anger!”

“…”

Cheng Chumo rolled the eyes.

This product can make your head angry?

He really doesn’t believe this.

As for Zhang Feng’s urinary sex, he doesn’t call people crazy, it is God blessed, but… Dabing is a damn thing, you have to teach him a bit, this fucking pervert , If Feng’zi is forced into a hurry, then when the time comes, it’s all we who are unlucky!

I thought of this.

Cheng Chumo and Zhangsun Chong started discussing how to do Du Gou.

This product is really dying to clean up. What are you doing with Feng’zi?

Mother.

The last few people combined, really came up with a way.

Yes.

Wait and keep the chicken butt for him!