Prehistoric Chef [ Danmei MTL]

11~ Xiao Ming Your Thighs Are Real And White!

"Bu Jia is amazing!" Gao Ming saw the little lamb licking his lips and was hungry for a day.

Now let alone the lamb, he feels delicious.

Bu Jia made a hush gesture and ran across the grass, carrying him bleating, but he did not make any noise. 

Gao Ming looked at it with sincere admiration and envy. 

Bu Jia didn't kill with a knife just now, if outsiders would think that being sneaky was so powerful? 

If Gao Ming thought the same way before, wouldn’t it be that he stole a sheep, but after living here for so many days, Gao Ming discovered that this larger animal is much more vigilant than modern, even herbivorous animals.

Very powerful, let alone a group.

Bu Jia was able to get so close to the bleating group, but he was not threatening.

At least he was hidden, and his movements were agile and quick.

Gao Ming did not forget the fatal blow. Even if the bone knife was sharp, he wanted to cut off Baa Baa's neck with a single stab, but he didn't let him make a cry for help. This shows Bu Jia's strength and speed.

Landa and Gao Ming followed Bu Jia until they were far away from the group. Bu Jia picked the blood-covering grass and wiped it around Baa Baa’s neck. Baa Baa’s neck had a bigger opening, and it ran all the way.

Bu Jia was afraid that the blood would attract other carnivores until the smell of blood dissipated.

Carry Xiaobaa and walk back.

By the river, Bu Jia was responsible for slaughtering, skinning, and deboning.

Landa took a bag of blood-covering grass and sprinkled it with Bu Jia's movements. The smell was getting bigger and bigger, but there was no fishy smell. 

Gao Ming collects firewood nearby. By the way, he is full of various methods of eating sheep. Is it good to stew? Or baked? Alas, the lack of condiments really makes his head hurt. Forget it, let’s get some of both...

The hot water is boiled, and Gao Ming puts the bones. Gao Ming specially asked to leave some meat on the bones, watching the water stew in the stone basin. Baa bones, no taste, no green onions, white flowers, and just like that, Landa and Gao Ming also wandered around the fire, they were so hungry.

Gao Ming swallowed his saliva. It was the same when looking at Landa. He joked. "The saliva is all down. Wipe it off!"

Landa touched the back of his hand, and it really did. He immediately said with embarrassment: "Brother Xiao Ming, I really want to eat."

Gao Ming's subordinates sharply chipped a wooden stick, and skewered a little finger-thick meat slice on it, and handed it to Landa, "I'm hungry, let's cook the skewers mat first." 

"Brother Xiao Ming, I like you." Landa took it cheerfully meat skewers, incidentally confessed.

Landa has a small disposition, and spends a lot of time with Gao Ming on weekdays, and now speaks cheerfully and outgoingly, so Bu Jia frowned, "Like it?"

This is not what he should say to the girl.

"Brother Xiao Ming said that there are many kinds of likes. Our liking for mother is our family's liking, our liking for beautiful girls is our love liking, and our liking for Xiao Ming is our friend's liking."

Landa turned the stick, the fragrance slowly when he came out, he moved his nose, carefully moved to his mouth and took a bite.

It was tender and crispy, but not cooked. He thought it was cooked and delicious, and put the stick in the fire while holding back the incense, frowning and thinking for a while.