The Pretty Man I Picked Up [Time Travel]

Chapter 120: Your boy is very strong

Mu Feng still refused to give up and talked to him, "...my brother-in-law calls him Uncle Orion Master, but he also hunts for a living?"

"It used to be."

"What about now?"

"Planting." Xu Haorui patted him on the shoulder and asked him to make room. He was going to put seasonings in the porridge, and then he used a wet handkerchief to hold the ears of the pot, and took the earthen pot underground.

He sprinkled a handful of dry soil into the stove, threw the potatoes in, then moved stones to seal the mouth and top of the stone stove, and roasted the potatoes under the heat of the porridge that had just been cooked.

Mu Feng squatted aside facing the pot of chicken porridge, drooling, and his stomach played music.

Xu Haorui turned around and thought about it. Seeing him like this, he was stunned for a moment, "How long have you not eaten?"

"Ah, no, not long, I haven't eaten today." Mu Feng  Mu Feng realized that he had lost his composure, raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth, quickly stood up and asked, "How can I serve the porridge?"

Xu Haorui handed him the hunting knife and pointed to the remaining bamboo not far away, "Get yourself a bamboo tube."

Mu Feng was dumbfounded, holding the knife and facing the bamboo lying on the ground, unable to do anything.

Seeing that he had chopped several sections of bamboo and failed to get a bamboo tube out, Lin Qingjiu said to Xu Haorui who was sitting next to him: "Arui, go help him. If this continues, how much bamboo will be wasted."

"Let him fend for himself." Xu Haorui turned Lin Qingjiu's face.

Zhang Dazhuang came back, and Xu Haorui took the hares and pheasants from his hands and dealt with them by the stream.

Seeing Mu Feng coming over with a length of bamboo tube, there were still thorns on the mouth of the tube. Zhang Dazhuang couldn't help it, so he took a dagger and helped him sharpen it smooth before handing it back.

Mufeng sat on the bamboo mat opposite the baby, holding a bamboo tube and drinking porridge. Looking at the little fat baby that Lin Qingjiu was feeding, he couldn't help but said: "Brother Jiu, your child really looks like my nephew." It’s kind of like, it’s amazing.”

"Really? Where are you from?" Lin Qingjiu looked at his appearance and denied the suspicion that had just arisen in her heart.

"People from the capital." Mu Feng sat up straight.

"Oh, maybe the cute cubs all have something in common." Lin Qingjiu said casually.

Mu Feng nodded in agreement, "Yes, they are all chubby."

Lin Qingjiu heard what he meant and was speechless for a while. She looked at the little fat boy in front of her and defended her son: "He is still young. When he grows taller, he will not be crowded together."

Zhang Dazhuang: "This kind of baby is good."

Li Zai only cared about eating and didn't care who the adults were discussing.

Not long after, Xu Haorui brought three pheasants and a hare over, placed them on a large leaf in the open space between two bamboo mats, dug out the potatoes, and carried them over together.

Xu Haorui sat on one bamboo mat with her young husband and children, while Zhang Dazhuang and Mu Feng sat on another bamboo mat, drinking porridge and eating barbecued meat.

Xu Haorui stuffed a rice cake into Li Zai's hand and let him play by himself, and stopped him with his legs to prevent him from crawling out.

After eating.