Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Even though Ji Wusui concealed it, Zhao Ke finally noticed it.

But Ji Wusui refused to say, and Zhao Ke didn't ask too much. In fact, he enjoyed the feeling that Ji Wusui could be cared for by him.

Always protected by her, now it's my turn to take care of her.

Finally, Zhao Ke could show his manly side in front of Ji Wusui.

"Your two friends are still sleeping, I think they will wake up soon, let's eat first, thank you for your help, otherwise I must go crazy."

Kurban came in with his wife. In order to repay Zhao Ke and the others for their help, Kurban slaughtered a sheep.

Made a pot of lamb stew.

The mutton that has been stewed exudes a unique aroma. The mutton here does not have any smell, but has a strong meaty aroma.

No seasoning is needed, just some salt is enough to extract the umami of the mutton itself.

After one bite, the aroma of the meat is overflowing, even a woman like Ji Wusui, who does not eat the fireworks of the world, still eats some.

Not to mention Datou and Wang Mazi, each holding a large piece of mutton, eating from ear to ear.

In fact, Kurban didn't think about it, those horses suddenly stopped walking, it wasn't because they were tired.

It was Jiayu's special aura that made these horses dare not move rashly.

Of course, Zhao Ke would not say anything about this point.

"Sister, there are many Xiaobai outside, and I want it too."

At this time, Jiayu and Reheman ran in from outside the tent. After Reheman entered the tent, he took a careful look, and hid behind his father in fear.

The ferocious appearance of the big head is really a bit too scary, especially eating meat with the mouth crooked, making Reheman dare not look at it any more after taking a look at it.

He could only secretly shift his gaze to Jiayu, and when he saw Jiayu, Reheman's little face couldn't help but feel a little hot, and he sat aside with his face covered in embarrassment.

The way Chun Xin moved secretly couldn't hide from Zhao Ke's eyes, but the love between the children was not mixed with other thoughts.

Just simply like it.

Camille naturally chose to ignore the noobs in Jiayu's mouth.

Give Jiayu a bite of mutton, which makes Jiayu eat with relish.

Seeing this, Reheman immediately puffed up his chest and said, "How is it? Is the mutton delicious?"

"mutton??"

Jiayu looked up at Reheman, looking at the flesh on her hand in confusion.

"Yes, those Xiaobai, I, Ta (father), specially selected a lamb, the meat is the most tender and delicious."

Reheman explained proudly.

When Jiayu thought of those cute lambs, her face collapsed, her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry.

At this moment, Reheman panicked.

Jiayu pouted, her voice choked up: "Such a cute little white, if we eat it, will its mother be anxious?"

Everyone was stunned, even Zhao Ke couldn't help but look weird.

Fat Pig and Wang Mazi looked at the mutton in their hands, and faced Jiayu's kind and innocent question.

They were actually too embarrassed to continue talking.

At this time, Kurban couldn't help laughing: "No, its ana (mother) and ata (father) have been sent to the stove to roast, and tomorrow we will eat roasted whole lamb."

Chapter 1007 Rejection

Kurban is a warm and delicate prairie man.

The local specialty pomegranate wine is a treasure of Kurban.

The color is like a gemstone, and the taste is even more eye-catching.

"Delicious!"

After Zhao Ke took a sip, he couldn't help but praise it. The rich pomegranate fragrance, with a sweet and sour taste, is mellow and has no peculiar smell.

Kurban's pomegranate wine, whether it is the material or the liquor, is made of good things.

But what Zhao Ke is drinking now is more like the strong wine brewed by the old man.

Although every time the old man dragged me to drink, I would run away, or find Luo Qing to top the tank.

I just don't know why, after taking a sip of pomegranate wine, Zhao Ke misses that overbearing and spicy taste even more.

After drinking for three rounds, Kurban didn't stay any longer, and pulled his son out of the tent.

Make room for Zhao Ke and the others.

He knew that the group of people in front of him were not ordinary people.

Having lived so long, I have never heard of someone who can walk shirtless on the snow-covered grassland.

After Reheman walked out of the tent, he was still looking at Jiayu in the tent, who was holding a big lamb leg with frown and tears, and was eating with relish.

But soon, he was dragged back to another yurt by Kurban.

"You guys go to bed early tonight, no matter what's going on outside, we don't want to go out!"

After instructing his wife and son to rest as soon as possible, Kurban thought for a while, then quietly took out the shotgun from the box, loaded it with bullets, leaned against the big wooden box beside him, and quietly lie there.

"Hey, this guy from the grassland is still a bold and careful master."

The fat pig ate the stewed mutton in his hand, and couldn't help praising Kurban half-jokingly.

In reality, these postmen, even without using any abilities, can analyze Kurban's every move with their keen sense of hearing.

Like the sound of him loading a shotgun.

Perhaps Kurban would never have dreamed of it, but he was guarding Zhao Ke and his party at the same time.

His every move is under the surveillance of Zhao Ke and the others.

In front of the postman, his tricks are naturally invisible.

But no one blamed Kurban.