Quick Wear Peace

"Junze, are you okay?" An Ning looked at the man standing on the water with his trouser legs rolled up and holding a wooden stick in his hand.

"I can do it." Junze held his breath. A man cannot say no.

"If it doesn't work, let me take over. You've been in there for half an hour." An Ning leaned against a tree, holding a dogtail grass in her hand, and said to Jun Ze with a smile.

Hearing An Ning's voice, Jun Ze became even angrier. Although he knew martial arts, he had never caught a fish before.

The fish reacted very quickly, as if it was teasing him, swinging its tail around Junze twice, and then left leisurely.

It seems to be saying, you are still far from being a human being.

Junze was so angry that he was even more angry.

The angry branch stabbed down fiercely: "I caught it, look."

Junze raised the branch and showed it to An Ning as if showing off.

An Ning walked forward and looked at the palm-sized fish. She reached out to take the fish down and said encouragingly, "Not bad, not bad. You've made progress. Keep up the good work."

As an emperor who has no worries about food and clothing, it is very good to be able to achieve this, and he still needs encouragement.

"Don't come over here, it's slippery here, go back quickly." Jun Ze frowned and watched An Ning walking forward, and hurriedly stopped her.

An Ning stopped and stepped back.

Junze gradually mastered the technique and became more and more excited as he caught more and more fish, until An Ning called a halt, otherwise all the fish in the creek would have been caught.

"Can you grill fish?" An Ning glanced at Jun Ze.

"No." Jun Ze said confidently, "What are you looking at? Someone will make whatever I want to eat for me."

An Ning asked Junze to put the fish back into the water, covered her nose, and told Junze how to clean the fish and make a fire.

"First clean the fish's scales and internal organs."

Junze used his sword as a knife, holding the fish's head with one hand and scraping off the scales with the sword with the other.

When he just scraped it, the fish suddenly became restless and slapped Junze's hand hard with its tail. Junze was so angry that he picked up a stone and smashed it on the fish's head.

Be content.

The problem of making fire arose again, and we had to resort to the most primitive method - drilling wood to make fire.

"Cough cough cough." Jun Ze held a branch and looked at the straw on the ground that was emitting thick black smoke. He couldn't help coughing because of the smoke.

Junze looked on helplessly, not knowing what to do. Finally, An Ning came over and took out the wet straw, found some tall straw, blew on it, and slowly a small flame lit up.

After a lot of hard work, the fish was finally grilled.

An Ning looked at the dark spots on the cheeks in front of her, the anticipation gleaming in her eyes and the silly smile on her face.

Under the expectant gaze, An Ning put the black roasted fish into her mouth, suppressed the urge to vomit, chewed it quickly, and swallowed it.

"How is it?" Seeing An Ning swallow it, he couldn't help but ask.

“It’s not bad, but I can’t seem to eat these things.” If it’s your first time cooking, give some encouragement, but don’t do it again next time.

"Okay." The expectant look gradually weakened.

"But wait until I give birth to the baby before you do it for me."

Hearing An Ning's words, her expectant eyes became even stronger, and she nodded reservedly: "Since you begged me, I will do it for you next time with great reluctance."

After saying that, he picked up the fish he had taken a bite of and began to eat it with relish.

As expected, I can eat what I make myself, no matter whether it tastes good or not.