Chapter 850: This is steel pipe chicken

Chapter 850: This is steel pipe chicken

  Chapter 850 This is called steel pipe chicken

  At this time, when Leng Qianxun hadn't approached her, the corners of his lips tugged for a moment, and he resumed the eating appearance just now.

  "Excuse me, my lord, what are you eating?"

   "Guess?" Leng Qianxun asked without answering.

   "Beggar's Chicken?"

"wrong."

   "Beggar Chicken?"

   "Wrong, I'll give you another chance." Leng Qianxun couldn't help rolling his eyes, is there any difference between a beggar's chicken and a beggar's chicken?

   "Old cellar chicken?"

   "You have no chance."

   "I really can't figure it out, so can you tell me what kind of chicken it is called?"

   "This is called steel pipe chicken."

   "Pow! This is too embarrassing for the old man." The old man shook his head, seeing that she was tearing up the chicken wings again, he was anxious and didn't know how to ask for food.

   "Hey, I already told you, why don't you leave?" Leng Qianxun stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, looked up and saw that he was still there, and pretended to exclaim.

   "Cough... I, old man, can I try your steel-pipe chicken? See how it is different from other chickens?" The old man said shyly, watching her enjoy eating, and swallowed.

"It's nothing different, just more fragrant, tender, slippery, and juicy, that's all." She also sucked the finger that had torn the flesh with her mouth, feeling that even the little residue on her finger, Neither want to waste.

   And that's all? She picked out good things to say.

  The old man swallowed for the tenth time, and at this time the roundworm in his stomach also helped him speak at the right time, "Gululu!"

   "Are you hungry?" Leng Qianxun still biting the chicken bone in his mouth, turned to ask him.

   "A little bit, I haven't eaten for a long time." The old man nodded a little excitedly, and she finally took the initiative to ask him.

   "Then what should I do? Such a small chicken is not enough to fill my stomach?" Leng Qianxun frowned and seemed to be talking to herself, but she was actually talking to him.

   "My lord, just give me a little bit, just a little bit." He just wanted to try the taste and see if it was as mouth-watering as she showed?

   Still, she was pretending.

   "Is a little enough?"

   "Well, a little is enough." The old man nodded affirmatively.

"Okay, then I'll give you a little." Leng Qianxun stretched his hand between the drumstick and the wings, hesitated for a while, and muttered there, "If you only want a little, then I will tear it up for you." What about chicken wings? Or chicken thighs?" Leng Qianxun stood there hesitatingly muttering.

   Finally made up his mind, tore a chicken wing and handed it to him, "Tear a chicken wing for you, lest you can't eat it and waste it."

  When the old man heard this, the snow-white beard on his chin trembled. Do chicken wings have meat? Just skin and bones, okay?

  But he already said it just now, as long as he tastes it a little bit, what can he say?

  And as she said, it might not be as delicious as he thought it would be, even a wing?

   "Thank you! My lord is such a nice person."

  The old man reached out to take the wings she handed over, put it in front of his nose pretending to be reserved and smelled it, and then put it in his mouth and bit it lightly.

   "You're welcome, just don't scold me secretly." Leng Qianxun looked at him like that, a dog? Put it in front of your nose and sniff twice before eating.

   "Where..." The moment the old man put the chicken wing in his mouth and chewed it twice, he really couldn't help cursing in his heart.

Depend on! Why is it so delicious?

  (end of this chapter)