Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

The fire was lit, one buried in the fire, and the other was roasted on the rack above.

I don’t know how long it took, but Bei Muqing began to smell the fragrance, which was really fragrant.

Zhongli Ye felt funny when he looked at her look that she wanted to take it down and take it first.

She is really persistent in eating!

He had already noticed her several times when he saw her eating. No matter who showed up, he would sit down and eat together if he wanted to eat, otherwise he would just watch her eat. Anyway, he would not say anything else during the meal.

Finally, Zhongliye checked and the pheasant was cooked. He took the pheasant and handed it to her: "It's very hot, be careful."

Bei Muqing took it with a smile and blew the wind towards the pheasant, but it was really fragrant~!

It's already evening, the sun has completely set, the breeze is blowing, and the barbecue that was already hot in my hand cools down shortly after. Bei Muqing broke off one leg and handed it to Zhongliye: "Hey."

Zhongli Ye raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her. He thought she would eat first.

"I'm not such a heartless person, right?" Bei Muqing said as if he understood his thoughts.

Zhongli Ye smiled and reached out to take the chicken leg she handed over: "Of course it's not."

She also pulled off the other one and sat down and started eating.

"How?" Zhongli Ye did not bite the chicken leg on his hand immediately, but instead asked her how it tasted.

Bei Muqing didn't even raise her eyelids: "I am worthy of being the butler of a wealthy family, and her skills are really good."

"Do you really believe he is the housekeeper?" The vixen can't stand the person who leans over so easily being deceived!

Bei Muqing has always acted and ignored the vixen.

"Jinger likes it."

The barbecue is really delicious. In short, Bei Muqing feels that after eating this, he will be picky about food in the future.

As soon as the chicken on Beimuqing's hand was finished, Zhongli Ye dug out the fly wrapped in soil and put it in and cooked it.

Bei Muqing looked straight at him, there was still mud, how should I eat it?

Zhongli Ye dug out the ball of mud that had been burned to a different color, put it aside, and the stick was beating.

"Is this... really something to eat?" she asked with some doubts.

"Qinger will like it."

Because she is not picky about food? She is not picky about food or brings such a person, right? Bei Muqing was silent and just watched the movements in his hands.

After the stick was knocked for a while, the mud cracked. Unexpectedly, the inside of the mud was covered with black hair. It was obvious that Zhongli Ye did not remove the hair from the goshawk at the beginning.

So, now, all the hairs are stuck to the soil, but the goshawk is clean and smooth, emitting bursts of fragrance.

He was right, she really liked it!

Although I still felt a little incredible when I looked at the goshawk that was emitting a burst of fragrance and a little golden flesh, I really felt appetite again.

Zhongli Ye broke off all the mud, and the goshawk looked completely baked and was stuck barely on the branch.

Bei Muqing suddenly smiled and followed the rhythm of the man who would never starve to death no matter where he went.

"Are Qing'er still satisfied?" Zhongli Ye looked at her.

Bei Muqing's hands were empty now, so he raised his thumbs with both hands.

He broke her leg, and Bei Muqing tasted it, satisfied!