Slag Girl Illustrated Book

In a short while, a marine fish was inserted.

This was a good sign, and the sadness was finally contained.

Everyone started to get busy. The men helped to build the stove, build houses, and pick the fruit, while the women were responsible for cooking and washing the fruit.

"Quickly, a few people, come with me and chop some tree trunks!"

"Okay, here comes~"

"Wait for me, I will go too!"

"There is still me, there is still me!"

...

"Sister, do you want to chop off this fish head?"

"No need, the fish head is delicious and nutritious!"

"There is not enough firewood, you men will pick up some firewood and come back!"

"Okay, we know!"

...

"Brother, brother, big brother, come and help me pierce this banana leaf, my shed is almost ready!"

"Okay!"

"Oh my god, it's crooked, help the old iron!"

"I can't hold you Tiezi!"

...

The most on the plane is Fuling mustard tuber, stewed fish soup in stone pot, pour the Fuling mustard tuber with no seasonings to taste, everyone is very happy to eat with disposable chopsticks.

Nancheng is close to the sea, and Ruan Xi has excellent water quality. She entered the sea in the afternoon. Although she used simple branches, she could not hold her head well, and almost every time she went ashore, she had a harvest.

She can catch such big starfish, lobsters, and crabs.

Not to mention, the food is better than before the death!

The seafood feast is so fresh and earned.

If you eat in a restaurant outside, you can’t have thousands of lobsters of that size, let alone crabs of that size, whose tongs are as big as a man’s fist.

Nan Chimo stopped Ruan Xihe when she went to sea for the fifth time: "Take a break, keep your strength."

Ruan Xihe smiled at him: "Okay."

The two sit on the rocky reef.

"I don't know when people outside will find us." She looked at the endless ocean.

"It will come." His voice was always inexplicably reassuring.

She turned her head to look at his profile, she was indeed very masculine and handsome.

"Sir, what is your name?"

Ruan Xihe spoke. Without waiting for him to speak, she took his hand and wrote on his palm.

"My name is Ruan Xihe, Xihe is not yet raised, Ruohua He Guang's Xihe."

The fingertips touched his palm, strokes, itching to the tip of his heart.