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The pigeon bitterly smiled and shook its head. "I'm not used to bringing food wherever I go." Gu Xiangling remembered the food that was stuffed into her luggage and quickly opened it. She searched through her clothes and makeup for that package of food.

The white pigeon looked at the beautiful clothes and cosmetics with its mouth agape. It shouted exaggeratedly, "To go to such a desolate place and bring so many beautiful clothes and cosmetics, are you dressing up for a cat or dog to see?"

"It's not like I'm faking it." Only now did Gu Xiangling regret that she hadn't brought something of the most practical nature with her and stuffed it into her pocket.

Chocolate, cake, biscuit, ham sausage, bag of milk tea powder... "All the food in the bag was like this, while the pigeons were frowning like railings." This thing can last us a few days! "

"I'll go take a look at it in the kitchen." Gu Xiangling tore open a packet of biscuits and entered the kitchen, then opened the simple and crude cupboard to search for something. Hehe, it's not bad. And a jar, and, um, white rice and flour.

Next to the stove, there was a pile of potato, onion, pumpkin and other stored vegetables. That Song Mingjian seems to be quite considerate.

At this moment, she heard the white pigeon cheer, "Wah! Xiang Ling, come! Look here!"

Gu Xiangling followed the sound to the back of the house. The white pigeon was eating a large sausage while baring its fangs and brandishing its claws excitedly. Looking around, he felt that this was indeed something to be excited about.

At the back of the house, there was a large vegetable garden with vegetables such as eggplant and cabbage, chilli and other vegetables that grew vigorously. There was also a chicken coop surrounded by a bamboo fence. A few fat hens were walking around leisurely.

"After the white pigeon finished the ham, it rubbed its belly." "It's not good. Tonight, I want to drink chicken soup!" After saying that, she directly jumped into the chicken coop. To her surprise, those hens were giggling and flapping their wings as they scurried around.

The white pigeon aimed at one of the fattest black hens and pounced on it. The hens had nowhere to run to, so with a fierce flap of its wings, it actually flew out of the chicken nest.

Not only did he not catch the chicken, the pigeon even had chicken feathers and bits of grass all over its face. Gu Xiangling quickly shouted, "Come on out, you scared them off. We don't even have eggs."

The black hen had fled, and in a few moments she was gone. The white pigeon ferociously shouted, "One day, I'll catch you and strip off all your feathers, and then we'll roam the streets with red fruits and fruits."

"Her eyes suddenly brightened. She really did see eggs, oval shaped eggs lying quietly in the corner." "Ha, I let you run. I ate your child, this is called repayment for the mother's debt."

As the pigeon said this, it went to pick up the egg. When it picked up the first egg, it probably used too much strength and the egg shattered with a "Pa" sound. The white pigeon looked at the ball full of egg juice and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I finally understand it today. It's like an egg is hurting!"

Gu Xiangling laughed so hard that she couldn't even breathe, then begged the white pigeon, "Big sis, come out." If this continues, I'll really starve to death. "

Twilight had unwittingly piled up in the sky, and the two of them decided to start cooking dinner. With this question, Gu Xiangling was dumbfounded. This pigeon was actually an idiot from the kitchen. It didn't understand how to cook at all.

"Alright, you go and wait for it, I'll make it." "What?" Gu Xiangling had just finished speaking when the pigeon was displeased. No, I can learn. I'm not used to being served. You'll be the main character and I'll be the supporting actor. "

After cooperating for only a few minutes, Gu Xiangling was itching to use a kitchen knife to hack out the pigeon. This supporting role was always playing the role of the main character. She wanted to cook and cut vegetables.

Unfortunately, the flames only burned them out one by one, causing the kitchen to be filled with smoke. Gu Xiangling nearly coughed up lung disease from the choking. Cough cough, Bai Xiao. "Sis, don't burn it anymore, my lungs are about to cough."

"Cough! Cough!" The pigeon coughed even louder as it wiped the ashes off its face. That bastard Song Mingjian said that he wanted to experience life, isn't this the same as letting you experience the feeling of having your heart and lungs torn apart? "

Gu Xiangling couldn't stand it any longer and pulled the pigeon up. When she looked closer, she could not help but laugh. The pigeon's face was a patch of black and gray like a kitten.

The white pigeon smiled at Gu Xiangling in confusion. It looked at the screen of its phone and smiled at itself. For God's sake, lighting a fire is a deep discipline. I think I'll just make it easy and cut the vegetables. "

She picked up the onions Gu Xiangling had washed off on the chopping board and cut them. After a few cuts, tears started streaming down her face, and she could no longer keep her eyes open. "Damn, is this a gas tear gas bomb?"

She gave up on the job without waiting for Gu Xiangling to protest. She chose the easiest and easiest job she could think of, beating eggs. She cracked a few eggs, placed them in a bowl, sprinkled in a few scallions and stirred them with chopsticks.

After a while, she grumbled again, "God, is it that difficult to hit an egg?" When Gu Xiangling saw this, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She took out a small bowl and started stirring the chopsticks. Meanwhile, the egg juice kept sliding out of the bowl. Was this girl deliberately making fun of him? Gu Xiangling forcibly snatched the small bowl from her hands and poured the eggs into a larger bowl. Isn't that enough? "

The pigeon immediately blushed, "Damn, it's actually that simple."

Due to the continuous disturbance of the white pigeons, the dinner was finally ready after two hours. Simple four dishes one soup: green pepper scrambled eggs, fried eggplant, stir-fried onion rings, shot cucumber and cabbage core onion soup.

Because there was not enough time, he simply tore two of the cabbage cores and cooked them. He added a little salt and some chopped onions. After tasting it, he unexpectedly tasted very light and refreshing.

"The white pigeon almost ended up hugging Gu Xiangling." God, the simplest food can be used to create the most delicious delicacies! "

As they had been tired all day, their appetites were quite good. They had almost finished all the dishes. The pigeon burped and said contentedly, "It's been a long time since I've had such a good meal."

At this moment, Song Mingjian's phone call came. He immediately asked: "Why hasn't the article been written out yet?"

Gu Xiangling felt a headache coming on. "This, it's only the first day, yet you want to write about it?"

"Others have already written it down. Do you want to go against the rules, or do you want to be willing to follow the rules?" Song Mingjian continued to speak with the same non-negotiable tone of voice: "Before ten o'clock, the article has not been posted, and you all are disqualified from the competition."

"Uh, before ten?" Gu Xiangling looked at the time. Right now, it was already past ten o'clock. Writing an essay in such a short period of time was practically taking a person's life!

"Song Mingjian, just write it, don't regret it!" said the pigeon bitterly, with a strange smile on his face.