Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

"Naive! What are you doing? Look, you're almost tearing the chicken skin off."

Fatty snatched the pheasant that was tortured to a terrible state by Wu Xie and looked it up and down with a look of heartache.

"Then what can I do? These pheasant feathers are too difficult to pluck. I can't get them off no matter what I do."

"Didn't you say you've seen a pig run?" The fat man glanced at him speechlessly, "To pluck the feathers of a chicken, you have to scald the chicken with hot water so that the feathers are easier to pluck."

Wu Xie turned his head and looked at a pool of water. The crescent moon was reflected on the water surface, and the water was sparkling as the breeze blew.

"Then why didn't you tell me just now? I didn't know I needed to use hot water."

"Who would have known you were so honest? Let's go, take out the water bag, fill it with water, and heat it up to pluck the chicken feathers."

The fat man took out the water bag tied to his waist and threw it to Wu Xie. Wu Xie caught it in a hurry and squatted down to fill it with water.

"I say, you are naive. Fatty, I think your physical fitness is still too weak, and your reaction ability is not very good. You need to practice hard."

"How do we practice?" Wu Xie packed up several water bags, stood up and walked back.

The fat man followed closely behind him, "Don't we have a ready-made master? Just let Brother and Hanyan teach you."

When Wu Xie thought of Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling's skills, a hint of envy flashed across his eyes.

But as soon as he thought about what Pan Zi had said before, if he wanted to master such kung fu, he would have to practice from a young age and would have to endure a lot of hardships.

Pan Zi's words were still fresh in his mind, and he immediately backed out.

“Forget it, forget it. Brother and Hanyan’s Kung Fu should belong to their family. I think they will not be easily handed over to outsiders.”

"How will you know if you don't ask? Don't be afraid, I'll ask for you later."

Fatty volunteered, saying that the camp was just around the corner, and before Wu Xie could refuse, he strode towards Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling who were sitting by the fire.

"Hanyan, brother, we are back. The rabbit has been processed. We may need to boil some hot water to process the pheasant."

"Well, the young man found an iron pot in the corner of the woodshed. The hot water is already boiled. You can use it. Give me the rabbit and I will roast it."

Zhang Hanyan took the rabbits from the fat man, skewered them on cleaned bamboo poles, and roasted them over the fire.

As time passed, the fat man returned to the camp carrying the processed pheasant. The four of them sat together and watched the sizzling roasted rabbit.

Seeing that the rabbit was almost roasted, Zhang Hanyan took out the seasonings that she had prepared long ago and sprinkled them on the rabbit.

As soon as various seasonings were sprinkled on it, the roasted golden rabbit immediately filled the air with fragrance, arousing the appetite of several people.

"Hanyan, you're right, your cooking skills are really amazing."

The fat man gave a thumbs up and stared at the rabbit that was almost cooked.

Zhang Hanyan smiled faintly without commenting. She kept turning the bamboo pole in her hand so that the rabbit meat could be heated evenly.

"Okay, you guys eat first, I'll roast the pheasant."

She handed Wu Xie and Fatty a bamboo pole each, and there was a whole rabbit on each pole.

After she handed the last one to Zhang Qiling, she picked up another clean bamboo pole, skewered the pheasants, and placed it on the fire.

Seeing that she had finished her work, Zhang Qiling immediately handed her a rabbit leg that was at the right temperature and just right for eating.

"Thank you, bro."

Zhang Hanyan brushed the dust off her hands, took the rabbit leg with a smile, and started eating it in small bites.

The fat man wolfed down his rabbit, his mouth and face were covered with grease, which reflected the grease in the firelight.

"Fatty, can't you eat slower? No one's competing with you for it, so why bother?"

Wu Xie mercilessly complained about the fat man's eating habits. He still had most of the rabbit meat in his hand, but the fat man had very little left.

The fat man swallowed a big mouthful of meat and spoke incoherently.

"What do you know? This delicacy is only delicious when eaten while it's hot. You can only enjoy it by eating big bites of meat. Do you understand?"

"I don't understand. Let me kindly remind you that if you choke later, no one will be able to save you."

"Just shut up, Tian Nai. Whatever you say comes true, don't you have any idea?"

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, he choked and a small piece of rabbit meat slipped into his trachea, choking him and making his face turn red.

He kept patting his chest, trying to spit out the rabbit meat.

When he felt that he was about to die, Zhang Qiling, who was sitting next to him, silently raised his hand and slapped him on the back.

Caught off guard, the fat man successfully vomited out the rabbit meat stuck in his trachea, and started coughing continuously.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Wu Xie, who looked innocent.

"Tian Nai, please shut up from now on. You almost caused me to die young!"

"What does this have to do with me? Who told you to eat so hastily? Besides, don't you know that you can't talk while eating or sleep?

Now it seems that the words our ancestors left behind sometimes make sense.”

Fatty had no way to deal with Wu Xie's gloating look and could only let him tease him unscrupulously.

"Thanks, little brother. If it weren't for your slap, I, Fatty, might have really died here today."

"Ah."

Zhang Qiling looked at Zhang Hanyan, who had finished her meal and was dozing off. He put down the unfinished rabbit meat, stood up, and carried her towards the wooden shed behind him.

Zhang Hanyan, who was half asleep, smelled a familiar scent. She unguardedly leaned against his arms, found a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Wu Xie and Fatty stared at his departing back in a daze, neither of them able to recover from his sudden action.

"Brother and Hanyan have a really good relationship, right? Naive, I don't know when I, Fatty, will meet a girl who likes me."

The fat man looked up at the crescent moon hanging on the treetops, his face full of longing.

Wu Xie looked at Fatty, silently tore off a piece of rabbit meat and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.

"Tian Zhen, how many years have Han Yan and Brother been together?" Fatty looked at Wu Xie curiously.

"What does it matter how many years it has? Their looks never age and they always look their best. It doesn't matter how many years it has, right?"

The fat man lowered his eyes and thought about it, and felt that what Wu Xie said made a lot of sense.

"You're right. They won't get old. It doesn't matter how many years it takes."

The two men sat by the fire for a while, picked up the food scraps, put out the fire, and then got up and went into the woodshed to rest.

Fortunately, the wooden shed was big enough. Zhang Hanyan slept alone on the other side, and the three men slept on this side. There was even room for quite a few people in the middle.

It is precisely because the wooden shed is large enough that the embarrassment of men and women sleeping together is avoided.

If the wooden shed was too small, the three men would probably have to sleep outside and be accompanied by mosquitoes all night.