The night became more and more intense, and the bonfires before the straw shed gradually faded, leaving only a scattered smoke floating in the dark night. A moon like a jade plate hanging high above the night sky, and the cold luster that fell was like a layer of frost on the earth.

At this time, Xiao Yang, who had lost his mind, gradually walked into a forest behind the child.

The trees in this forest were extremely dry. Under the moonlight, they were like thin figures, standing on the ground in strange shapes. From time to time, they could hear one or two crows, which added a bit of terrifying to the dark dark night.

After a long time, there were signs of fire swaying in the depths of this forest. The child was carrying his hands behind his back, hunched over, and he looked like an old man.

He murmured, "Is the flesh of such a handsome young man used to fry or steam?"

Before the deep fire, an old woman had already put a big pot on the raging fire. The hot water in the pot rolled and the fog was steaming. The old woman was bloated, and the flesh on her face drooped down weakly. Her eyes were deeply sunk into her eye sockets. After hearing the sound of footsteps, a giggle came out from her throat, and two deep gazes looked in the sound.

"Old man, you've come back this time fast enough! In less than an hour, you brought the food back!"

The old woman's words were full of praise, and then his two gazes fell on Xiao Yang behind the child. The dull eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam of surprise. "Hehe, I really didn't expect that there was such a tender skin among this barbarian tribe, which made me, the old woman, unable to bear to speak!"

Hearing this, a hint of displeasure flashed through his eyes, he coughed twice, and said, "What? Could it be that you, the old lady, still like this handsome young man?"

The old woman waved her hand shyly and said, "Old man, where are you talking about? I, an old woman, have been with you for thousands of years. Even the number one handsome man in the world has become a delicacy in my old woman's pot? You and I cooperate perfectly, but it wouldn't be possible if it were someone else!"

This set of rhetoric was quite useful to the child. He did not care about what the old woman said just now. He just nodded slowly, turned back and ordered Xiao Yang: "You guy, please squat by the fire!"

Xiao Yang nodded mechanically, followed the child's order, walked straight to the flames, and squatted down obediently.

"Old woman, the flesh of such handsome young man is hard to come by. You must cook well and never waste it!" the child reminded.

After all, the people in this barbarian tribe are exposed to the sun all day long, with dark skin and solid flesh, which really makes them unable to get down. After finally meeting a guy like Xiao Yang, they have to enjoy it.

"Does you, the old man, need to talk too much about this kind of thing? Even if the God of Cooking in the world comes to me, I will feel ashamed of myself!"

The old woman said boastingly.

Then he held the kitchen knife and chopped the ingredients on the cutting board.

And the hot water in the pot above the fire rolled, making a sound of bubbles bursting.
Chapter completed!