Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Today is a good day.

It was the first harvest day of Shaman Village.

All the vegetables planted have matured, and the fields are green and lush, which is very pleasing to the eye.

The tribesmen stood nervously on the edge of the field, fearing that their three days of labor would not bear fruit.

Zhao Xun also controlled his panicked heartbeat, bent down, and tried to pull out a radish.

"Wow!" As the radish came out, it caused a burst of joyful screams from all around.

After cleaning off the dirt, I saw that the radish was white and plump. When I broke it open, it was juicy inside and had a sweet aroma.

Zhao Xun's face flushed with excitement.

He waved his hand and said, "I declare that today, the villagers will have a big pot meal, and the village's new chefs will show off their skills for everyone!"

"Okay!"

Every household brought out their own tables, chairs and benches and lined them up in front of Zhao Xun's house.

A few large stoves were temporarily built in the yard, and people were busy working on the stoves.

In addition to vegetables, there were also various beef, mutton, pork and chicken, all of which Luo Lanxie had bought after taking the trouble to fly back and forth from the town. There was enough for the whole village to eat.

Fragrant white rice was cooked in the big pot, and hot white steamed buns were steamed.

The children were already sitting on the little benches, drooling, waiting.

The adults also swallowed their saliva and looked forward to it.

"It's out of the pot!" the new chefs shouted.

The shaman snake held up the tray with its tail and swam out happily, bringing out bowl after bowl of delicious food.

People immediately started rushing to eat it.

The fragrance wafts far away, and the laughter can be heard from far away.

The twenty or so people who had opposed Zhao Xun at the beginning gathered together with their hands clasped, hid at the end of the road, and stretched their necks to look into the yard of Zhao Xun's house.

They listened to the laughter of their tribesmen, watched others stuffing meat into their mouths, smelled the aroma of beef and mutton wafting over, and swallowed their saliva wildly, feeling really sad.

The empty stomach protested loudly: "Grumble, grumble."

Someone couldn't resist and cursed through gritted teeth: "Fuck, it smells so good."

This sentence was like a flood that broke through the gates, triggering a series of responses from everyone.

"It smells so good, it's fatal."

"I've never smelled anything so fragrant in my life."

"Don't even mention it. I've grown up without even knowing what it feels like to have a full stomach."

Zhao Zhu's face was filled with determination. He covered his nose with his hand to block the attack of the fragrance: "Hold it in! They are damaging their own blessings, and there will be retribution!"

Someone murmured quietly: "Not having enough to eat, isn't this our retribution now?"

"Yeah, did we commit some terrible sin in our previous life that we have to eat raw meat and drink blood in this life?"

When Zhao Zhu smelled these scents, he was actually a little shaken.

But he firmly believed that as a shaman, he could not forget the teachings of his ancestors.

He pounded the ground vigorously with his cane: "Haha, if you regret it, then go to the feast! I won't stop you!"

"But I, Zhao Zhu, am a man of pride and will never stoop to the mud! Today, even if I starve to death, die outside, or jump from here, I will never eat a single bite of their food!"

Everyone said awkwardly, "Uncle Zhao Zhu, you shouldn't say such harsh words."

Forced by Zhao Zhu's rage, they all lost their mood and dared not say anything.

Just as they were about to disperse, they saw the little girl named Qin from Zhao Xun's yard, holding a big pot, walking towards them.

The hot aroma wafting from the pot suddenly entered their nostrils.

"What is this girl going to do?"

"Who knows?"

"Are you going to eat in front of us and deliberately piss us off?"

"That's too hateful! If she dares to do that, I'll beat her so hard that her mother won't even recognize her!"

They tensed their bodies and stared at Qin Youyou with vigilance.

But then the little girl came closer and put the big pot in front of them.

"Uncle Zhao Xun said, we are all clansmen, there is no reason to let you just sit there and watch. This is a little token of our appreciation. If you don't mind, try it. If you really don't like it and don't eat it, we won't blame you."

After that, he turned around and left.

The group lowered their heads, looking at the large chunks of stewed lamb in the pot. It was filled with fiery red chilies, emerald green onions, and white garlic cloves. Every piece of meat was immersed in the rich broth...

The beautiful color and the tempting fragrance stimulated their brains and set them on alert.

Warning, warning, delicious food temptation, super temptation!

Fall! Fall!

Their eyeballs were about to fall into the pot, their saliva was unknowingly flowing down their chins, and their legs were stiff.

Can't get on?

To eat or not?

Zhao Zhu gritted his teeth and covered his nose with his hands with a ferocious look on his face: "Cover your nose, quickly!"

That kid Zhao Xun, what a powerful move! How dare he use this dirty thing to seduce his clansmen? How hateful!

This, this pair of shamans is the top-level succubus!

"We must resist and never surrender!"

When the people behind him heard this, they covered their noses reluctantly.

Zhao Zhu ordered again: "Turn around and don't look at it! If you look at it again, we will fall into the abyss."

He turned around first and stared at the group of people with a pair of stern old eyes.

The shamans have always respected the elderly. Zhao Zhu is the oldest here, so they dare not disobey him. Under Zhao Zhu's stare, they can only turn around in frustration.

Although I didn't see it with my eyes, my heart was still in the pot. I couldn't help but imagine how happy I would be if I took a bite of the meat in the pot!

Zhao Zhu: "Everyone, disperse and go home. No one should look back!"

Under his stare, the twenty or so tribesmen dispersed reluctantly, turned a few corners, and disappeared.

Zhao Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

He also walked home.

But every step was extremely difficult, as if there were large iron blocks tied to his legs, making it impossible for him to move forward.

The appearance and aroma of the mutton... kept replaying in his mind.

Now... everyone has left, so he can quietly retreat and take a bite. That wouldn't be too much, right?

The meat must have been stewed very well, melting in the mouth, perfect for an old man with bad teeth like him...

Although this will reduce his blessings, he only took a small taste and didn't tell anyone, so it should be okay, right?

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhu turned around tremblingly.

The next moment, his eyes widened and he shouted, "Hey!"

Those scattered brats didn't know which path they took to avoid him and went back!

They were squatting beside the big pot and eating voraciously!

When they heard Zhao Zhu's curse, they all froze and raised their heads.

I saw that everyone's mouth was bulging, and their hands and faces were covered with oil!

He pleaded incoherently: "Uncle Zhao Zhu, that..."

"We, hissing, can't bear it anymore..."

"Please don't blame us..."

The next moment, one of them reacted the fastest, snatched the pot and ran away.

The others didn't care that Zhao Zhu was still glaring at them. They were so angry that they jumped up and down: "He wants to eat alone, chase him!"

For a moment, the whole village was in chaos.

Zhao Zhu stomped his feet fiercely.

"Good-for-nothing!"

"They are all useless!"