Diablo Destruction

Unlike Carlos and I, Rasuk, as a proud father, is eager to know how his daughter has been doing over the years, whether she is doing well, whether she has been wronged, whether she has been bullied by bad people, but he suffers from the inability to express it. , I can only chat absent-mindedly about some household matters. I can completely understand this feeling.

So, Uncle Rasuk, even if you accidentally mention to me how you held Aunt Rasuk’s thigh and pursued her with tears streaming down your face, and how you specially learned a song from the bard in order to propose to her. Aunt Su Ke sang loudly and boldly under the window, but she was splashed with a vat of snow water, and she also scared several young mammoths raised by neighbors to death. I would also pretend not to hear it, um, really.

Mother and daughter Chasi were busy in the kitchen for a while, and finally came out, seemingly just in time for lunch, which allowed me to see what a wealthy barbarian family's daily meals were like.

Aunt Rasuk directly brought up the burning stove. On the stove was an iron pot the size of a basin. Note that the size of the basin I mentioned here is not a washbasin, but a bathing basin for five or six-year-old children. bathtub.

The bathtub...oh no, it was in the pot. Large chunks of unknown stewed meat were stewed to a pulp and filled with fragrant aroma. Each piece of meat was at least as big as a human head.

Chaxi, who was following Aunt Rasuk, held a plate as big as the mouth of a water tank in her arms. On the plate were stacks of golden and burnt chestnut pancakes that were taller than her. She visually inspected each piece. The pancake is more than half a meter in diameter and two fingers wide in thickness.

"I'm starving to death. Come on, come on. If you want anything, please fill your stomach first."

The barbarians who work hard in the snowy mountain environment have a hard life, and a good meal is the supreme enjoyment for them. Even Rasuk is no exception. He quickly greeted me, as for Princess Sanwu and Aiwa'er beside me.

"The food of our barbarians is rough and may not be suitable for the stomachs of two little girls. You can eat it if you can. If you can't eat it, you can only feel aggrieved and find a way on your own."

Rasuk, who said these words, made us sit up and take notice. He looked like a rough guy, but he was actually surprisingly thoughtful.

"nothing."

Princess Sanwu said calmly, she took a piece of pancake with great effort, tore off about a quarter of it, handed the rest to me, and then ate it in small sips with clear water to show that she was also a princess who had endured hardships. This kind of scene is a small case.

But, take a look and comment, have you ever seen a maid who gives the master unfinished food? How nice would it be if you pretended to bring me a piece of cake, and then looked at me with wet and pitiful eyes, begging me to give you a small portion.

However, it was indeed a bit difficult for the mistress to show such an expression.

Princess Sanwu doesn't mind, and Aiwa'er doesn't mind even more. Although she is a princess of the angel clan, according to my personal guess, she goes through the same training as ordinary angels, and often has to complete various "saving the world" tasks. She probably suffered much more than Princess Sanwu.

Ai Wa'er also chose pancakes. After thinking about it, she tore it in half and gave me half.

In this way, I got three-quarters of Princess Sanwu's pancakes and one-half of Aiwa'er's pancakes. The question then arises, how many pancakes do I have on hand now?

The answer is two and one-half, because Qiaxi gave me another one. Hum, I am really a terrible genius. Fortunately, I have no idea of ​​​​developing into mathematics, otherwise I might be able to destroy the nuclear bomb of the Dark Continent. It will be made by my own hands.

"Hahaha, Mr. Wu, you are very lucky."

Seeing this scene, the uncles and aunts of Rasuk all showed knowing smiles and looked at Qiaxi with approval, which seemed to contain a feeling of "As expected of my daughter, she won a battle without saying a word." the meaning of.

What is the way to win? I looked at the three-quarters sheet of pancakes on my left hand, then at the half sheet of pancakes on my right hand, and finally my eyes dropped to the whole sheet of pancakes in my mouth, as if I understood something.

In terms of quantity, I did win, but how do I feel? To what extent should the stomach bag be expanded to accommodate these astonishingly large portions of pancakes?

It's time to summon a large wave of little ghosts. Only she can have an appetite that rivals the barbarians. No, rather than saying that it is a stomach, it is more appropriate to describe it as a bottomless pit.

"Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. It's cold here and the pancakes will cool down quickly."

As Uncle Rasuk spoke, he rolled up a piece of pancake, soaked it in the pot of stew soup, and then walked away. He ate the pancake in three or five bites, which was enough to feed two or three people. After eating all the meat, he reached out and grabbed a piece of stewed meat as thick as my waist, and took big bites. Just looking at the way he ate made me feel like I had a huge appetite, and I felt like I could eat more if I was infected.

In this cold weather where urine turns to ice, the pancakes cooled really fast. They had just been cooked, but they were already frozen to a solid state. No wonder Princess Sanwu, who had a good appetite, only chose a quarter. I thought After thinking about it, I imitated Uncle Rasuk and soaked the pancakes in the stew soup, and then swallowed it hard, as if it tasted good, uh, I choked, water... water...

Commander Qiaxi, who was sitting next to me because of the conspiracy of a certain couple, was the first to hand over the milk tea. I quickly took it and took a sip to regain my breath.

"Human throats are so slender." Rasuk sighed when he saw this scene, stewing meat with his left hand and pancakes with his right hand, stuffing his mouth full.

Is this guy really a creature that lives in the same dimension as me?

After I calmed down, I smacked my lips a few times. I felt that the taste of milk tea was a bit strange, greasy, and seemed to have a thick layer of grease. It made my lips slippery, as if they were smeared with lard, and tasted like milk. It had a bit of a fishy smell, probably because the tea was a big part of it.

"This is mammoth milk." Qiaxi seemed to see my doubts and explained from the side.

"Only the milk produced by mammoths is enough for us to drink."

"Where's the oily smell on top?"

"It is oil extracted from mammoth fat. It has a very good thermal insulation effect. Adding oil to milk tea will not let it get cold easily, and it can provide a lot of energy."

Oh oh oh, why do I suddenly feel that Qiaxi has suddenly become a great scholar like Kane?

As I looked at her with admiration, Qiaxi lowered her head shyly.

"What about the stewed meat? Is it also mammoth meat?"

"Yes, it's mammoth meat. The meat is a bit tough, so it must be stewed. Although it's not delicious meat, only the mammoth's huge size can satisfy our winter reserves. In our family, mammoths have been used for generations. They all have an extraordinary status.”

In other words, except for the pancakes, this is a feast for mammoths?

The meat is mammoth meat, the milk tea is mammoth milk, and the oil is also mammoth fat. Look at Aunt Rasuk’s fur clothes. If I guessed correctly, they should also be made of mammoth skin. Mammoth bones can be used to make soup and can be used as ingredients. The long tusks of mammoths can be used as medicine and can be used to make weapons. Mammoths are really useful and are full of treasures.

No wonder they are skinned, deboned, teeth cut, meat slaughtered, and ground into powder, hehehe~~~hehehehe~~~~

For some reason, when I mentioned the word mammoth, I felt an inexplicable murderous intention in my heart, as if all the unfathomable and massive malice directed at me had found its rightful owner.

Ahem, let’s not go into the digression for now. In short, after eating more than two pancakes, I was so full that I could hardly stand up. I was determined to kill the thief of the stewed mammoth meat in the pot, but I was helpless.

When we arrived at Qiaxi, she had obviously had breakfast before setting off, but now she had eaten twice as much as me. From here, we could barely tell that she still had some savage blood, at least in terms of appetite.

Of course, they are incomparable to Uncle and Aunt Rasuk. The two of them are like gluttonous beasts, their stomachs never seem to be full. Such a big pot of meat and stacks of pancakes as big as a hill are forced to be eaten by these two barbarians. The couple settled the matter without mentioning me. Even Ai Wa'er, who looked indifferent, was dumbfounded.

In total, their appetite is three to five times that of Qiaxi. Looking at it this way, Qiaxi seems to have no connection with the savage blood.

After the meal, the business that should come sooner or later will come. With Qiaxi's restless expression, Aunt Rasuk is like an interrogator interrogating a prisoner. Question by question, every detail, she digs out every detail of Qiaxi's life in the past two years. Everything is detailed, including how many times you have been sick, how many meals you eat a day, how much you eat at each meal, what you eat, whether you sleep well every day, how long you sleep for, whether you have nightmares, whether you take a bath, where you wash yourself most often, and what you change. Should you wash your clothes or throw them away directly? Should you cut your hair yourself or have someone else cut it...

In short, not to mention the informal Rasuk, even I almost collapsed. By then, Qiaxi looked more and more at ease, as if he had long been accustomed to Aunt Rasuk's cross-examination.

When the question was about how many times Qiaxi went to the toilet a day, Rasuk finally couldn't help it anymore, coughed hard several times, interrupted his wife's questions, and rescued Qiaxi, who was becoming increasingly embarrassed.

Facing Rasuk, who showed his majesty as the head of the family, the aunt would still give him some face, and immediately fell silent.

"Chaxi, now you know how hard it is for a blacksmith to travel?"

"Yes, Father."

"Hmm, do you still plan to continue being a blacksmith?"

"Yes, father." Qiaxi's voice became firmer.

"You are such an idiot who doesn't know how to advance or retreat. You have already suffered a lot and don't know how much you weigh. Why did I, Larsuke, give birth to a daughter as stubborn as you?" Larsuke looked like he hated her and slapped her hard. on the desktop.

Although he was angry, I seemed to see a trace of relief and a trace of determination in his eyes.

"I can no longer control a daughter like this. Your wings have become stiff, and even my words have fallen on deaf ears."

"Father, that's not the case..."

"Isn't it? Don't explain, I don't want to hear it. I have already said that I don't want to care about your unknown dreams. From now on, you can do whatever you want. I won't say a word, even if Even if you ask me to tell you, I won’t tell you, do you understand?”

After saying that, Rasuk slammed the table a few more times, stood up with a sigh, strode outside, picked up his hammer again and started hammering, as if he wanted to forget about his troublesome daughter's troubles.

"Father...I..." Listening to the knocking sound of the blacksmith shop outside the door, Qiaxi felt sad and wanted to cry.

"You just know how to cry, cry, cry, haven't you heard?" As soon as Aunt Rasuk saw that her daughter was about to cry, she immediately made a tigerish face and looked like she was angry.

"Your bastard father will never object to you becoming a blacksmith again."

"Really...really?" Qiaxi looked up in shock and looked at Aunt Rasuk stupidly. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed what he meant.

"Oh my, my idiot daughter, and that bad-tempered, stubborn-mouthed bastard, really made you laugh."

"No, I think it sounds warm, uncle, aunt, aunt and Qiaxi, your family is definitely a model family among the barbarians." I gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely.

"Really? Hahahaha, I like to hear this. Although Qiaxi is a bit stupid, he is still well-behaved and obedient. As for my bastard, although his temper is a bit weird, his heart is not bad."

Aunt Rasuk immediately beamed, and as soon as the topic changed, she began to regard herself as a model family. She was indeed a straightforward character and did not like to play with hypocritical barbarians.

"Ahem, Uncle Rasuk, Auntie, since Qiaxi is back and my mission has been completed, I won't disturb your family reunion. I'm still in Horadik..."

"How can this be done?!" The person who spoke was not Aunt Rasuk, but Rasuk. Before he had time to put down the hammer, he came to me with thundering steps, breathing heavily, and opening his eyes like bells. Stare at me.

"Boy Wu, do you look down on me, Rasuke?"

"This...how do you say this?" I hurriedly took a step back, "Well, Uncle Rasuk, if you have something to say, how about you put down the hammer in your hand first?"

"Does that mean you dislike our poor hospitality?"

"Of course not."

"You found Qiaxi, which means you are kind to our Rasuk family. If you don't look down on us or dislike our poor hospitality, why don't you let us do our part to express our gratitude?"

"This... what kind of relationship do we have? To thank or not to thank someone is too foreign, isn't it?" I rolled my eyes and said wittily.

"Yes, yes, what kind of relationship do we have? It's so out of touch, hahahaha." Rasuk's face changed, and he suddenly smiled kindly, which made me feel doubly uncomfortable, as if he had fallen into his trap again. It's a trap. Where is the promised barbarian with an upright character?

"Since we have such a close relationship, it's rare for me to come here. Isn't it too cold to not stay for a while and talk to us more?"

"Uncle Rasuk, I'm in Horadik..."

"Your aunt and I have been feeling lonely since Qiaxi ran away from home. The house has lost its vitality. It finally became lively, but you have to leave in a hurry. Alas, I really have nothing to think about. Forging My mood is gone, what will I do if Great Elder Akara takes the blame?"

What should I do if it’s me! ?

I couldn't laugh or cry as I watched Rasuk show off his actor-level acting skills. I finally saw it today. It turns out that besides Doug, there are also such savages who don't act according to common sense.

"Okay, I understand, but I really can't stay too long. I have important things in Horadric."

"I know, I know you're busy, Mr. Wu, no, just for one night." Rasuk nodded quickly.

I was relieved when he said it was only for one night. It was not a big problem and it was within the budget.

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