Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

The smell seemed to have intelligence, knowing where to drift to in order to attract people the most.

It floated in the air and got into the noses of everyone outside the house, making people anxious to find out what was going on.

"This smell..."

Jiang Zifang sipped his saliva and looked eagerly in that direction, wanting to know immediately, but he was afraid that he would be too impatient and cause trouble...

"Wipe your saliva"

Ling Yun stood aside, listening to the dripping sound of water, and looked at him with disdain.

Jiang Zifang wiped his mouth when he heard this, and when he wasn't paying attention, he pulled up his sleeve and wiped all the residue from his mouth onto his clothes.

"you…"

Ling Yun looked at the complacent red-haired man with an angry look on his face, but was instantly speechless by his look. He could only roll his eyes at him and turn around.

Jiang Zifang didn't care about it at all. He just kept stamping his feet, looking forward to it...

After a moment, in the expectation of everyone, the thin boy stood at the door with empty hands and waved at them embarrassedly.

Seeing this, everyone hurried over, only to see him pointing inside and saying embarrassedly

"That pot is a bit big, so... help me lift it."

After saying that, he walked in

"Ayuan, your injury has not healed yet, go out and wait for the master to bring you some delicious food..."

I walked in with great interest, but was surprised

"Are you eating? Are you planning to feed the sow?"

Upon hearing this, everyone hurried in. As soon as they entered the hut, they saw a large pot shaped like a bathtub in the middle of the road.

"this…"

When everyone was at a loss as to what to do, Wen Baixu said from the other side of the pot:

"Come two, one stand where you are now, and one slowly squeezes in and stands aside. We will take it out, and the rest of you go outside to light a fire..."

As he said this, he arranged the tasks clearly.

Without further delay, Jiang Zifang and Ling Yun took on the responsibility of carrying the big pot, while the other two walked out hand in hand to light the fire.

"Why do you make such a big pot?"

Although Jiang Zifang complained, he still relied on his small body to squeeze in and pushed hard in one direction.

"Don't talk too much nonsense. If you want to eat delicious food, just work hard."

The young man glanced at Ling Yun who was ready and nodded. The three of them then lifted the pot together and walked outside.

The three of them were carrying a large pot and staggering towards the door.

As soon as he walked outside, he heard a crackling sound, and Wen Baixu immediately said

"Put it on the fire so it can be heated up again."

Although neither of them knew what secondary heating was, they had to walk towards the fire just for the lingering aroma and the heavy object in their hands.

The two people beside the fire looked at the three people who were staggering towards them. Just as they were about to help, they saw that they had already arrived in front of them, put down their things, held their waists with one hand, and wiped their sweat with the other.

“Oh my god, this is so difficult.”

The red-haired man took a deep breath, stretched himself, walked to the boy, and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Well, now you know who is the most powerful one."

Wen Baixu couldn't help rolling his eyes as he saw that if he had a tail, it would probably be sticking up to the sky.

Ling Yun watched the interaction between the two and couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, stop bickering, the most important thing is what this is and what it can do, swimming?"

Bei Yuan slowly put his hands behind his back like an old cadre, turning left and right.

“This is hot pot.”

A voice sounded in front of everyone

At the moment the voice sounded, Wen Baixu's sparkling eyes looked at him with satisfaction.

"Hot pot? What is that?"

Ling Yun looked at the two people in confusion

"Then what do you think it is?"

The young man looked at Ling Yun with great interest.

Ling Yun thought for a moment, then walked towards Jiang Zifang, saying as he walked.

"Hot pot, hot pot, burning pot..."

Ling Yun said unconfidently, and glanced at Wen Baixu.

Wen Baixu stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, thought about it thoughtfully, and nodded.

"Actually, if you want to explain it, then you are right, but it is not only a burning pot but also a delicious legend."

"So how can we eat hot pot..."

Jiang Zifang couldn't help but ask

"Of course, I boil the pot, and after it starts bubbling, I put the vegetables and meat in, and then add my top-quality ingredients. The taste...tsk tsk"

Wen Baixu said as he trotted over to carry the food, while constantly talking about the various benefits of hot pot.

"Wow~ I want to eat now. Can we start eating? Can we?"

Jiang Zifang's eyes sparkled like a starving ghost seeing food. If an uninformed person saw this scene, they would think that the Qingyun Immortal Sect had gone bankrupt and couldn't even afford to feed them...

"Hey~ If you don't want to have diarrhea, wait until the pot boils before throwing the food in, especially throwing it into a red pot. It feels like eating a bite of heaven."

Wen Baixu put down the dish in his hand and looked at everyone with a smile on his face.

Ling Yun stared at him blankly until Bei Ming pushed him and looked at them unkindly. Only then did he lower his head in embarrassment and cough.

"A Xu, your idea is great, but where did you get so many things?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at the young man.

When Wen Baixu saw them like this, he waved his hands and spoke vaguely. The next second, he ran to the small house, mumbling as he ran: I can't tell them that this is a waste of a turntable.

As he thought about it, the boy's pace gradually slowed down. He looked back and saw the people scrambling to get the food. He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. Then he returned to the hut, brought several dishes, and joined them in eating hot pot...

At midnight, everyone's stomachs were full, and some people lay under the trees, hugging each other tightly; some people held up their bowls and sang loudly, not caring where they were...

There was a drunkard who was staggering around, mumbling something in his mouth.

The moonlight sprinkled coldly on everyone, just like a thin veil covering everyone, and under that ray of moonlight, a tall figure stood in front of them who were in a mess.

His expression was cold, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at them with dissatisfaction.

Just as he was about to say something, he could smell the alcohol in front of him. Feng Jiuming covered his face and angrily shouted

"Who did you learn this from? You are so young and yet you dare to learn to drink..."

With a crisp sound, a delicate hand, like a green bamboo, was placed on the man's shoulder, just like a long-time friend.

"you give me....."

"Hmm~ What are you doing? Aren't we best friends? I don't look like a child at all, and I..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and counted on his fingers.

"One, two, three... I don't care how old he is, just leave me alone, you coward... Humph"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and took the person in front of him into his arms.

"coward......"