As the older brothers, Wang Meng and Lin Jinlong are duty-bound to take on the task of cooking.
Wang Meng made noodles, Lin Jinlong chopped vegetables, and the two brothers cooperated tacitly. After a while, the vegetable soup in the big iron pot overflowed with aroma, stimulating everyone's taste buds.
"The pimple soup made by the fifth brother is really fragrant, and it has been passed down by the fourth brother."
Lin Jinpeng happily held the bowl, while waiting for the meal, he didn't forget to play tricks and flatter his brother.
"Cooking is a glorious tradition of our Lin Jiaerlang."
Lin Jinlong listened pleasingly, and was a little flustered: "You should also learn a little bit. Next year, my fifth brother will go to the army for training. From now on, I will go out with my sister. The task of cooking is yours."
"no problem!"
Lin Jinpeng's heart thumped as he patted: "Brothers, don't worry, we dare not say anything else, I guarantee it will be fine for cooking."
"You, stop bragging, learn how to make face-to-face first."
Lin Jinlong was amused and joked.
"What's so rare about having a face-to-face meeting?"
Lin Jinpeng didn't take it seriously: "Brother Meng, put down the basin and let me do it."
"haha okay."
Wang Meng was very happy when he heard it, and he really put down the basin and stepped aside.
Lin Qingpeng put down the bowl, ran over cheerfully, followed his example, poured water into the basin, and kneaded the noodles.
You can't do this, it's too dry, add some water. "
"There is too much water, the noodles are too thin, add more noodles."
"No, no, there is too much noodles, and I have to add more water..."
After a while, Lin Jinpeng succeeded and attracted everyone's attention.
The teenagers laughed and laughed around him, chatting happily.
"Jinpeng, it's okay, it's okay, don't do it."
Lin Jinlong looked at the dough that was getting bigger and bigger in the basin, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "Food is precious, and it cannot be wasted. Return the basin to Meng Zi."
A group of young boys who watched the excitement saw Lin Jinpeng's handsome face flushed in an instant, and smiled broadly.
**
"Master, the three of Alta have left the barbarian territory and are heading in our direction."
The teenagers laughed and laughed, and the little kingfisher was not idle, monitoring the movements of the three barbarian warriors all the time.
"Are you coming..."
Lin Qingluo's eyes dimmed, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Since they are looking for death, there is no need for us to be polite."
"Master, are you going to ambush here?"
The little kingfisher rarely had any scruples: "There are other caravans nearby, if they accidentally hurt someone, it's hard to explain."
"There's no need to explain, just let them be a witness."
Lin Qingluo was confident: "Alta is the son of a barbarian chief, killing him or maiming him will cause a lot of trouble. When the news spreads, someone will comment on whether it is right or wrong."
"Yeah, what the master said makes sense."
The little kingfisher had an epiphany and nodded vigorously.
**
In the desert night, the moon is hazy and the wind is biting.
The murderous intent hidden in the night is like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake, lurking in the dark, spitting out snake letters, and will explode at any time to hurt people and cause people to die.
A huge hammer came roaring in the night, with a loud bang, the broken wall collapsed in response, smashing the tent underneath.
"Hey, hey." "Hey, hey, hey."
The horses and camels were frightened and neighed softly.
"what happened?"
"Someone sneaked up."
The caravan that was staying overnight became restless and moved. Someone was agile and rushed out of the tent with a sword, hiding in the dark to observe the movement around him.
"Boom, boom."
Two more hammers whizzed from the dark, carrying a terrifying threat of death, and smashed into the broken wall. The deafening noise made people's scalp numb.