Chapter 62 (1/2)

Xiao Zimu thought he was still recuperating on the mountain in early summer. Now, he is like a duck to water in the Zhao family army.

First, because of their superb medical skills, they are deeply loved by soldiers.

Second, because of the relationship between Shan Xiangpeng, Yan Jianghong and Deng Qizhong, he quickly became familiar with those soldiers in the army.

Third, the cooking in early summer is very good.

Zhao Jiajun has strict military discipline. Except for those ordered by the army to patrol the mountain, the rest can only stay in the military camp.

Therefore, they often want to go hunting in the mountains and improve their food, which is impossible.

Of course, there are some fish in the kitchen. But not expensive, and the amount is very small.

But it's different in early summer. Occasionally, after baking fish at night, I'll be kind and go up the mountain to hunt some game.

He has excellent lightness skills. It doesn't take him much time to come once.

The next day, I distributed the game to the familiar soldiers.

Although it's just a simple game, after the pickling and barbecue in early summer, the craftsmanship is close to that of the chef in the imperial dining room.

It is not easy for the army to eat meat. Besides, it's still such delicious meat.

The officers and men wanted to confess him, worship him and please him in all ways.

At the beginning of summer, they also asked, where did you get the game?

At this time, he always smiled meaningfully and said, ”I'm the head coach Gu who introduced me to the military camp, you know?”

Then all the people were silent and stopped asking questions.

Later, because the voice in the army was too loud. So much so that when the head coach Gu learned about it, he ran to ask where he got the game in early summer.

At the beginning of summer, I can only look at the sky with disappointment.

”The noble man is afraid that I can't eat well. He sends someone to deliver it occasionally.”

Now, even Gu Weiyi was silent. No one cares about it anymore.

Today, Shan Xiangpeng, Yan Jianghong and Deng Qizhong come to the tent in early summer every day.

Over time, I got used to it in early summer.

However, with the passage of time, someone's body gradually improved. After the day when he could get out of bed, the three dared not eat in the tent at the beginning of summer.

Yes, the Raven lying in bed can finally get off the ground.

Although it's not very good and can't practice Kung Fu, the activity is the same as before.

The Raven didn't let the three of them come in for dinner, but when the five of them sat around the table, the three of them couldn't help being swept by the Raven's eyes and sweating in a cold sweat.

It is reasonable to say that the three of them are experienced and full of blood. But every time I see a raven, I always feel that he is more violent. The overwhelming sense of oppression makes people breathe hard and have no power to fight.

It's really strange. I'm still an unhealed patient.

After the three people were scared away, they also scolded the Raven in early summer. The Raven asked expressionless, ”have I caught up with them?”

At the beginning of summer, I was angry and scolded thousands of times in my heart.

The little rabbit didn't even feel that he had martial arts in the inn last time. Now he doesn't deliberately release his Qi!!

Later, at lunch, I simply made more in early summer.

One for three and one for home.

At noon that day, there were three hungry people waiting at the door of the kitchen. They were standing outside the door, enjoying their skilled knife skills in early summer.

Yanjianghong likes watching early summer cooking.

He felt that it was fast, accurate and picturesque.

Yanjianghong even shouted to the master at the beginning of summer and begged him to teach cooking.

At the beginning of summer, I also tried to teach him from the basic. Slowly, I found that some people. Really can only bow and shoot, but can't afford a kitchen knife.

”Doctor Yi, where on earth did the man in your room come from?” Shan Xiangpeng asked curiously.

”Picked it up.” At the beginning of summer, a plate of shredded potatoes will be cut.

Yanjiang Hong used to hold his cheeks in both hands and squat on one side, admiring Dao Gong, just like a young girl in spring. Hearing the words of early summer, he frowned and said, ”master, why do you pick up everything? What if it's a bad man?”