In the absence of the little slave, Chang’an sat in front of a delicate small stove. It was Huayi who saw that it was going to be cold and got a small stove here. Small stove is a good thing, can be carried into bed. Inside, it burns a special charcoal, which can be covered by a quilt without fumigating people. Smell it carefully, and there is a fragrance in it. It is said that it can be burned for two days and two nights in a row, unlike the pit of the stove in the house. If you put it out, you have to get up in the middle of the night and light it again. These things were sold by the wandering merchants, and the price was very high, and the charcoal fire inside was very precious. Hua Yi went into the room and watched helplessly at the rare and precious small stove, which was now put on the table by Chang’an, an unlucky child who could not tell the difference between good and bad, and cooked soup to drink. Chang’an saw him come in, did not even lift his head, still very intently peeling a clean taro egg fruit. The skin of the taro egg fruit had been carefully scraped off, and Chang’an used a knife no longer than his index finger. Slice the flesh of the taro egg fruit down, each knife down to cut off a uniform piece, as thin as a cicada’s wing, his movement is not slow, taro egg fruit one by one from his hand down the seam, soon piled up a A plate. Hua Yi could not help but reach out and pinch a piece, but that piece was too thin, did not wait for him to pick up, he was accidentally crushed in the middle of the way. He couldn’t help asking, “Is this for food?” Chang’an nodded his head. Everyone eats taro eggs and fruits by peeling them and throwing them into the pit of the stove. They fiddle with a poker a few times, take them out and sprinkle them with coarse salt, and then they can eat them directly. Huayi has never heard of this way of eating. He blurts out, “You!” Are you full? “I practice my hands, and when I finish it, I keep it to eat, so as not to waste it.” When Chang’an finished saying this, his hands were so fast that people could not see clearly. He had already finished peeling a round taro egg fruit. He picked up the second taro egg fruit, which was as thin as a snowflake. Then they fell in his hands. Not knowing who had taught him the art of swordsmanship and how to practice it, Huayi put his eyes on the small stove that made his back teeth ache and pointed to the one cooked on it. Bowl green not green yellow not yellow soup, ask: “What thing is this again?”? Insecticide? “Herbs.” Chang’an said, “I drank it.” Huayi Wen Yan was taken aback, solemnly down, raised his hand to pinch the chin of Changan, close to carefully look at his face, but Changan’s face for decades like a day, always like with a little serious illness. The initial recovery was weak, and after a long time, he could not see any difference. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked worriedly. Chang’an’s line of sight was forced to shift, but the knife seemed to be alive, shuttling between his fingers, the back of the knife rolled over his index finger and middle finger, and fell into the most inflexible four fingers and little finger of the human hand. Suddenly, the taro egg fruit turned on his palm, and in the blink of an eye it was scraped off three full circles of skin, at one go, not to mention the breakpoint, inflatable air dancer , even a little turning stagnation could not be seen. Chang’an fluttered his head and threw Huayi’s hand down. Then he rolled the fragile taro egg into a plate with a knife and said, “My master said it was born, Ama.” Brought it from there. The disease brought in the womb is a big problem, which can’t be cured. Hua Yi was startled and asked, “What are the symptoms?” He wanted to suggest that Chang’an go to have a look at Ah Ye, but Chang’an saw that the herbs seemed to be almost cooked, so he picked them up and drank them all in one gulp. After drinking, he wiped the green from his mouth. He smashed his mouth twice, frowned and complained to the stove giver, “There are no symptoms-your old thing doesn’t work well. It hasn’t been cooked all afternoon, and it’s still cold inside.” Undercooked.. Herbal foam and cold water, half-baked by him so two mouthfuls to drink, Hua Yi had nothing to say to look at him for a while, then know that this guy has nothing to do. Because’that thing ‘is to warm the bed, not to cook grass residue soup for you. Hua Yi said faintly, “You are a country bumpkin who specializes in spoiling good things.”. ” However, the bumpkin Chang’an was different from him. With a long stick, he took out a piece of charcoal fire from the small stove and blew two breaths up, blowing out a small flame and a delicate fragrance. Rich, Chang’an pinched his nose, turned his head and sneezed. Then he dug a lump of oil from the side discontentedly and wrapped the “delicate charcoal fire” roughly inside. The delicate flame met the oil. It immediately became big and round, melted the solid oil into hot oil drops, and fell on the extremely thin taro eggs, which were immediately curled up and gave off a slight fragrance. But Changan soon lost patience, let go of the whole charcoal fire to throw in the plate, “boom” a cluster of sparks, after a moment, the oil to burn out, the fire was finally extinguished, Changan He picked up the dying noble little charcoal fire again, tossed it casually on the edge of the table, wiped it twice, and threw it back into the good-looking and useless stove. The plate was left with taro eggs, which had been roasted and then roasted, and which had been blackened and rolled. It really opened Huayi’s eyes. Chang’an politely pushed the plate forward and asked Hua Yi, “Do you want to eat?” Hua Yi looked at this pile of black, hateful things, had to shake his head, declined his kindness. Chang’an did not wait for him to shake the head, then afraid he changed his mind, dragged the plate back, directly with his hand to eat, he ate fast, his mouth quickly floating a layer of black ash, as if. He has a moustache, and he is quite interested. Huayi’s heart was put down-he had seen Luotong’s son before, and remembered what the little guy used to look like, that was really sick in the womb, like a small paper figure, and could not take anything. Untouchable, others can not speak loudly next to him, otherwise the wind will blow him broken. Does it look anything like this picture of an animal? Huayi’s lasciviousness made him really unable to bear it, and Chang’an made himself look like this, so he stretched out his hand, moved rudely,Inflatable bouncer, but gently wiped the ashes off Chang’an’s face, feeling sorry for him. “I’ve lost the skin of a beautiful woman in vain,” he thought. 。 joyshineinflatables.com
The Knife of the Beast “Tanbi Man Beast”
