However, Liu Ruiying did not see the invitation from the kid, and his whole spirit was paying attention to the butterfly stir-frying of green beans.

"You can cook too?"

Butterfly asked.

As the saying goes, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen. This sentence is very applicable to the five kingdoms. A big man, who is good at soaking in the kitchen, will be said to be a loser... But most of the chefs in this world are men, which is really a very strange thing!

There are very few female chefs who can be seen. At most, there will be more women in the kitchen to do chores for the chef.

Those who cook are naturally not gentlemen, and gentlemen are rare, so ordinary people are still closely connected with the kitchen.

Men are more powerful than women. Besides, women cannot go out boldly or discuss dishes with men. There are many restrictions. In comparison, men are more suitable for being a chef.

Women are delicate and skillful, so it is most suitable for cutting vegetables.

Liu Ruiying is not a cook, but he is a man.

A man who is not a chef likes to watch others cook and cook, which only means that he can do it, and he is very interested in it.

"I won't……"

Liu Ruiying shook her head and said.

Butterfly looked at her differently, but this was something she had never expected...

Liu Ruiying not only knows how to cook and stir-fry, but she has never cooked hot water once.

If you say this, others may think that he is a disciple of a big family. He should be surrounded by more than ten people in front of him and serve him day and night, just like a butterfly's life in Fenghao Tea House.

In fact, it is because in the inspection department, there are special people who do these trivial matters. Some people boil water, some cook, and some cook, and they don’t need to do it themselves.

This is not the first time Liu Ruiying has seen people cooking, but in such a barbaric environment, such a huge pot, and such a delicate woman, these three are indescribable and moving!

When she held the spatula in her hand and flew up and down in the pot, Liu Ruiying felt that it was a butterfly dancing.

In the final analysis, it is because the butterfly's hands look good.

Even though I had to do any tricks with these hands later, my fair skin was born with it and I could not change it in my life.

Back then, countless people were greedy for her hands in Fenghao Teahouse.

This book is nothing... Some people like faces, some people like hands.

They all grow on the body, especially the hands, which are exposed to the outside at all times, without any privacy, making it even more enjoyable to see.

But Butterfly was very unhappy because of this... She felt that she was beautiful everywhere, but why did others focus all their attention on their hands?

Now it seems that even Liu Ruiying is so vulgar...

The butterfly pulled her sleeve downwards, completely covering the back of her hand. In this way, even if she held the spatula in her hand, others could not see her hand.

Liu Ruiying felt a little strange, but she didn't think much about it.

There are many reasons for covering your hands, not to mention that the weather is not warm now. Women are always more afraid of colder than men, so it is understandable to hide their hands in their sleeves.

"Do you still find it interesting now?"

Butterfly asked.

"interesting."

Liu Ruiying nodded and said.

He was watching the butterfly fried greens. As for her hands, they were just an additional product. They could not be overshadowed by Liu Ruiying.

Now she hid her hands in her sleeves, but she was still holding the spatula in her hand and flipping. Overall, there was no difference.

"You're really weird!"

Butterfly stopped the movement in her hand, stood up straight, turned her head and looked at Liu Ruiying and said.

“What’s strange?”

Liu Ruiying asked back.

It is not a sin to like to watch people cook, and it is not strange. Food is the most important thing for people, and everyone has to eat, but some people can do it, and some people can't... People who can't do it do it do it does not mean that they dare not be interested. It may just be that there is no chance. Just like Liu Ruiying, who used to have no chance, but now they have caught up, so of course they have to enjoy watching it.

Facing Liu Ruiying's replies, Butterfly opened her mouth, but shook her head again. She clearly had something to say, but her eyes forgot to look behind him and didn't say it out loud.

Liu Ruiying also noticed that someone came from behind him. When she looked back, it was An Ming.

After handing the bag of blue beetles to the butterfly, he didn't know where he went. Now he appeared, not only changing his clothes, but also holding a knife in his hand.

None of those combat divisions had a knife.

They all gathered in front of the big iron pot of stew, smelling the aroma of the meat, talking and laughing.

The warriors have no concerns about ordinary soldiers.

Winter is just an ordinary season for them, and it is more leisurely than other seasons.

They are the mainstay of the tribe, and in winter, they can get sufficient quotas and even get wine.

In winter, the warriors gather together to drink, chat and eat meat.

They put their quotas together so that there will be more wine and meat.

There are always people who drink less or eat more, so that they can eat more and enjoy the meal!

An obviously is not the sociable person.

Because when he just walked past the group of warriors, they immediately closed their mouths, and looked at An Ming with great vigilance, at the knife in his hand.

Apart from him, only Liu Ruiying and Yanjie were the ones who had weapons in their hands at this moment.

Yanjie also has a knife in his hand, but it is just a knife for cutting flesh. When eating meat for a while, the leader must be more particular. He cannot hold a piece of meat as big as a fist and chew it so hard, but he has to cut it into small pieces with a knife and then put it into his mouth.

However, although it is a small knife, it will be as fatal as it stabs into the vital points of the body.

It’s just that the barbarians are too big, so they don’t even see such a knife. Besides, the leader will not kill people for no reason. They are all his brothers here.

Killing is the best way to establish authority, but if you kill too many, your position as leader will not be stable.

What's more, these warriors know more than ordinary soldiers. They know very well that today's leader should not kill people. Even if they want to kill people, they will not die.

But An Ming is different.

This guy always has a gloomy face in the tribe on weekdays, as if no one had ever seen him laugh.

Life in a tribe is simple and repetitive, and there is really nothing fun, but it is definitely an abnormal thing to do if a person rarely laughs or even never laughs.

But now he is laughing.

This smile is for this butterfly.

An Ming first smelled the aroma of the blue shells in the pot, and then smiled slightly at the butterfly.

"You don't like seafood, why are you laughing at?"

Butterfly said.

"I really don't like it, but it doesn't prevent you from making delicious food."

An Ming said.

"I remember I told you..."

"I remember you told me, don't worry, I will keep my promise!"

An Ming interrupted the Butterfly and said,

The butterfly breathed a long sigh of relief.

After An Ming finished speaking, he left, got together with the warriors, and took the initiative to joke, which looked very relaxed.

But those combatants didn't feel that...

There must be evil when something abnormal happens. They stared at the knife in An Ming's hand, for fear that the knife would suddenly look down at their necks when they were laughing to the highest level. Just below was a pot, and human flesh was also meat.

In essence, there is no big difference between humans and wild boars, especially in the south of the desert.

If the barbarians fail, they will be killed by wild boars and then become their food.

It’s just that wild boars don’t make fire, and there’s no iron pot, that’s all.

"There are many stories between you coming!"

Liu Ruiying said.

"I'm paying off my debt."

Hu Die replied.

"Did you owe him money?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

"No."

Hu Die said.

"The debt of favor is harder to pay than money."

Liu Ruiying nodded.
To be continued...