cannibal chief to fast

It's a whole new experience.This is an unprecedented experience.It's an amazing experience.

This rice, it is soft and fragrant.

The patriarch burst into tears.Really moved.Woohoo, so human food is so delicious? !

Patriarch: ╥﹏╥流lei...

Does that mean that even if the cannibals stop eating people in the future and eat this kind of thing called "rice", can they continue to reproduce and not exterminate the clan?

No no no!No, no, no!The patriarch immediately dispelled his dangerous idea and killed it in the cradle before it sprouted.

Cannibals don't eat people, isn't this against the precepts of the ancestors?This is to be ashamed of the ancestors!Thinking of this, the patriarch felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, and the glimmer of hope that had just been ignited was extinguished like this.

He glanced at the satisfied little Furong next to him, and sighed silently in his heart: I'm sorry, brother, I still have to eat you.

Yeah...cannibals still have to eat people.

As the patriarch, he should lead by example and set an example in the most basic matter of cannibalism. He should not take chances, let alone mix inappropriate thoughts.

The patriarch took the rice bite by bite, feeling pain and happiness, and a fierce battle between heaven and man in his heart.

Little Furong next to her suddenly thought of something, and began to chew and swallow slowly, even eating a small piece of meat in two bites.

Seeing that he suddenly slowed down his eating speed, the patriarch asked suspiciously, "Aren't you reborn as a hungry ghost every time you eat? Why are you eating so politely now?"

"It's different, brother, you made it for me yourself, I—" Little Furong lowered her head and smiled, with tenderness in her words, "I...don't want to eat so fast."

The patriarch was taken aback, and almost choked to death on the food in his mouth.

"Besides," Little Furong added a killer move, "I like to eat with my brother. I hope that this kind of time can be longer, pass more slowly, and spend more time with my brother."

The patriarch was completely choked to death, and he couldn't even hold the bowl steadily.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, why was the onion so strong just now?Even now, my eyes are still sore, and I want to cry.

"I'm not just doing it this time, you just eat it," the patriarch said awkwardly, "In the future, I will make more for you and eat with you more."

Little Furong gave a soft "um", and her heart blossomed.

The patriarch sniffed silently, took a piece of spicy fried chicken and put it in his mouth, the next second...

"Cough, cough, cough—! Cough, cough—!"

The patriarch cried again, very hotly.

Grass, tongue hurts!Like being lit on fire.

The patriarch faced the second difficult hurdle in his life-eating and spicy food.His face was hot red, as red as a monkey's butt, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Little Furong saw the patriarch sweating wildly, with a painful expression on her face, she quickly reached out and touched his face, "Ah, it's so hot!"

The patriarch is too hot to speak:? (;′Д｀?) is going to die...

Little Furong gave him first aid without saying a word, and covered the patriarch's face with her two small hands, her movements were gentle and soft, as if she was holding a precious petal.

The boy's icy fingertips became the ice cream for the patriarch's hot cheeks, but the patriarch's face became even hotter.He himself couldn't figure out whether his face was hot because he was hot, or because someone covered him with his hands.

Little Furong rubbed the patriarch's face and made it into a "toot" goldfish mouth. He was amused by the patriarch's rare and cute appearance: (#^.^#) "giggle~"

The patriarch was stunned, thinking, he has such a beautiful smile, he really looks like a lotus.

From the corner of the patriarch's eyes, he looked at the two little hands that were close at hand. They were white, tender and delicate, as clear as agar. At first glance, it seemed that the ten fingers did not touch the spring water, and they were not born to do heavy work.

Ah...want...in my mouth.

The evil fire came again, burning blazingly, bursting out a mushroom cloud, even if the Dragon King came to spread the clouds and rain, it could not be extinguished.

The patriarch recited the recipes in his heart again: rock sugar knuckles, crispy pork knuckles, hot and sour chicken feet, brine duck feet...

But even so, the patriarch couldn't help but slowly put his hands on those small hands and squeezed them tightly.

The recipe is completely useless.

The author says:

Off topic, I don't know why I included this article in the label of "Food and Cute Pets"...