Hong Qigong cooked two pots of snow water, washed the centipede meat, and then took out seven or eight iron boxes of large and small from the backpack, which contained oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and the like.

He started the oil pan, poured the centipede meat down and fryed it, and immediately a fragrance pounced on his nose.

Zhou Xuan saw that Hong Qigong was swallowing his saliva and showed his greed, and he couldn't help but find it funny.

"I'm really an old foodie."

Mr. Hong Qi waited for the centipede to be slightly yellow and mixed with the ingredients. He reached out and picked up one of them into the pot and put them in his mouth. He chewed it lightly for a few chews. He closed his eyes slightly and sighed, feeling that the joy of the world was nothing beyond that. He took down a wine gourd on his back and put it aside, and said.

"Don't drink alcohol when eating centipedes, otherwise it will ruin the deliciousness of centipedes."

He ate more than ten pieces in one breath before he said to Zhou Xuan.

"Eat, why are you polite?"

Zhou Xuan nodded and smiled.

"I'm not polite that boy."

After saying that, he pretended to take out a pair of bowls and chopsticks from his sleeves, and there were even extra seasonings in the bowl. He went to the center of the pot and put them in the bowl, dipped in the sauce, and then enjoyed it happily.

He put the centipede in his mouth and chewed it. He only chewed it down, but he felt delicious, crispy and fragrant, sweet and rich. After chewing a few more bites, he swallowed it up and then picked up the second one to eat, and praised it.

"Extremely wonderful, wonderfully wonderful."

Hong Qigong was stunned, then laughed and said.

"No, not bad. I've seen many heroes who are bleeding from the head and don't frown at all, but none of them dare to beg me for a centipede. Hehe, you guys are also a hero."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Eating poisonous insects is considered a hero?"

Hong Qi is righteous.

"There are many people in the world who say they are arrogant and claim to be heroic. But they can't find many who dare to eat centipedes."

Hong Qigong cooked two pots of snow water and washed the centipede meat. No more venom left? Then he took out seven or eight iron boxes of large and small from the backpack, and the boxes contained oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and the like.

He started the oil pan? Pour the centipede meat down and fry it? Immediately, a fragrance pounced on his nose.

Zhou Xuan saw that Hong Qigong was swallowing his saliva and showed his greed? He couldn't help but find it funny.

"I'm really an old foodie."

Mr. Hong Qi waited for the centipede to fry and mix it with the ingredients. He reached out and picked up one of the pot and put it in his mouth. He chewed it gently for a few chews. He closed his eyes slightly and sighed, feeling that the joy of the world was nothing beyond that. He took down a wine gourd on his back and put it aside? He said.

"Don't drink alcohol when eating centipedes? Otherwise, it will ruin the deliciousness of centipedes."

He ate more than ten pieces in one breath before he said to Zhou Xuan.

"Eat, why are you polite?"

Zhou Xuan nodded and smiled.

"I'm not polite that boy."

After saying that, he pretended to take out a pair of bowls and chopsticks from his sleeves, and there were even extra seasonings in the bowl. He went to the center of the pot and put them in the bowl, dipped in the sauce? Then he enjoyed it happily.

He put the centipede in his mouth and chewed it. He only chewed it down, but he felt delicious. It was crispy and fragrant, sweet and rich? He chewed a few more bites and swallowed it down. He went to pick up the second one to eat? Lian Zan.

"Miaoji?    Miaoji."

Hong Qigong was stunned, then laughed and said.

"No, not bad. I've seen many heroes who are bleeding from the head and don't frown at all, but none of them dare to beg me for a centipede. Hehe, you guys are also a hero."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Eating poisonous insects is considered a hero?"

Hong Qi is righteous.

"There are many people in the world who say they are arrogant and claim to be heroic. But they can't find many who dare to eat centipedes."

Hong Qigong cooked two pots of snow water, washed the centipede meat, and then took out seven or eight iron boxes of large and small from the backpack, which contained oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and the like.

He started the oil pan, poured the centipede meat down and fryed it, and immediately a fragrance pounced on his nose.

Zhou Xuan saw that Hong Qigong was swallowing his saliva and showed his greed, and he couldn't help but find it funny.

"I'm really an old foodie."

Mr. Hong Qi waited for the centipede to be slightly yellow and mixed with the ingredients. He reached out and picked up one of them into the pot and put them in his mouth. He chewed it lightly for a few chews. He closed his eyes slightly and sighed, feeling that the joy of the world was nothing beyond that. He took down a wine gourd on his back and put it aside, and said.

"Don't drink alcohol when eating centipedes, otherwise it will ruin the deliciousness of centipedes."

He ate more than ten pieces in one breath before he said to Zhou Xuan.

"Eat, why are you polite?"

Zhou Xuan nodded and smiled.

"I'm not polite that boy."

After saying that, he pretended to take out a pair of bowls and chopsticks from his sleeves, and there were even extra seasonings in the bowl. He went to the center of the pot and put them in the bowl, dipped in the sauce, and then enjoyed it happily.

He put the centipede in his mouth and chewed it. He only chewed it down, but he felt delicious, crispy and fragrant, sweet and rich. After chewing a few more bites, he swallowed it up and then picked up the second one to eat, and praised it.

"Extremely wonderful, wonderfully wonderful."

Hong Qigong was stunned, then laughed and said.

"No, not bad. I've seen many heroes who are bleeding from the head and don't frown at all, but none of them dare to beg me for a centipede. Hehe, you guys are also a hero."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Eating poisonous insects is considered a hero?"

Hong Qi is righteous.

"There are many people in the world who say they are arrogant and claim to be heroic. But they can't find many who dare to eat centipedes."

Hong Qigong cooked two pots of snow water, washed the centipede meat, and then took out seven or eight iron boxes of large and small from the backpack, which contained oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and the like.

He started the oil pan, poured the centipede meat down and fryed it, and immediately a fragrance pounced on his nose.

Zhou Xuan saw that Hong Qigong was swallowing his saliva and showed his greed, and he couldn't help but find it funny.

"I'm really an old foodie."

Mr. Hong Qi waited for the centipede to be slightly yellow and mixed with the ingredients. He reached out and picked up one of them into the pot and put them in his mouth. He chewed it lightly for a few chews. He closed his eyes slightly and sighed, feeling that the joy of the world was nothing beyond that. He took down a wine gourd on his back and put it aside, and said.

"Don't drink alcohol when eating centipedes, otherwise it will ruin the deliciousness of centipedes."

He ate more than ten pieces in one breath before he said to Zhou Xuan.

"Eat, why are you polite?"

Zhou Xuan nodded and smiled.

"I'm not polite that boy."

After saying that, he pretended to take out a pair of bowls and chopsticks from his sleeves, and there were even extra seasonings in the bowl. He went to the center of the pot and put them in the bowl, dipped in the sauce, and then enjoyed it happily.

He put the centipede in his mouth and chewed it. He chewed it down, but he felt delicious, crispy and fragrant, sweet and thick. He chewed it a few more bites.
Chapter completed!