Chapter 757

A big iron plate, a pile of wood, seven or eight geese and ducks, a butcher, a cook, and a frying pan.

What kind of dish is this?

Geese? duck?

Fried goose? Duck soup?

While everyone was talking, Ye Qing looked at the geese and frowned. These geese are alive Just now Muyun said that there are several dishes that are very suitable for the desert.

They have seen with their own eyes the ferocity of cooking in the desert just now.

According to Mu Yun's urine, is this to kill the goose?

Kill the goose It seems that it's OK. Ye Qing thinks about it. His brain fills up the scene of killing chickens. It's much better than killing cattle. After Ye Qing thought so, but for half an hour, Ye Qing almost regretted Qing.

She's wrong. She's really wrong. She's so naive and kind. I think killing geese is better than killing cattle!!

At this time, Mu Yunji has already told the servants to stand up the iron plate. Under the iron plate, firewood is burning. Even if the purity of the iron plate is not enough, it doesn't take a moment to iron it.

Slave with a piece of pig skin on top of the touch iron plate, immediately heard the iron plate "Zizi" sound, emitting smoke.

If you use it, I'm afraid it's going to peel off directly. This heat can catch up with the punishment.

Mu Erqin, a moment later, he nods to the pig's paw, and then he nods to the pig's paw

"What's delicious about duck feet..." "Not as good as the roast sheep in our grassland," he said

Mu Yun shook his head with a smile. The smile on the corner of his mouth was cold and gloomy. "This dish is not only tender and fragrant, but also very good-looking."

The last word, Mu Yun said particularly heavy.

How to look good? Do you want to watch?

After all, in their desert, they didn't say that they had a big pot or a big bowl, so they came to the big place. The dishes here are big, the dishes are small, and there are some flowers and plants that can't be eaten.

For hurqin, there was a real lack of interest in the plate

"Just look at it." Mu Yun didn't give much explanation. He winked at the slave. The slave picked up a fat duck. The other man cleaned the duck's feet with water and tied it to the duck's neck with a rope. The two long ropes were pulled in two hands.

Then, he put the duck directly on the red iron plate.

All of a sudden, a "Zizi" water was instantly evaporated sound up, that stepped on the iron plate of a pair of duck feet, directly on the iron plate out of smoke!

The sad cry of the duck directly startled all the ears.

The next second, I saw the duck running on the iron plate, trying to get rid of the iron plate, but no matter how the duck ran, it was doomed to run out of the iron plate.

The two slaves, one left and one right, firmly control the duck's movement with the long rope in their hands.

When he ran to the left, he pulled the rope on the right, so the duck was forced to run to the right. When he ran to the right to go down, the left rope pulled the duck back.

No matter which direction, the duck can only run on the iron plate forever.

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