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"Brother Jing, sister-in-law, are you two beggars okay? Brother, I'm almost starving to death."

As soon as Jiang Chen landed on the shore, he waved to Guo Jing and Huang Rong who were playing with fire there.

Huang Rong heard Jiang Chen's words, poked the beggar's chicken wrapped in mud in the fire with a wooden stick, and then shouted to Jiang Chen

"Brother Linghu, I'm afraid it will take a while. Come over and warm up first."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen took off his outer shirt and placed it on a branch aside. Then he sat down on the ground and quietly waited for the food to be prepared.

"This beggar's chicken is fat and tender, and it also has the aroma of firewood. You will know in a moment that the smell is so fragrant."

Huang Rong introduced Jiang Chen and Guo Jing while controlling the heat of the beggar's chicken.

After listening to what Huang Rong said, Guo Jing swallowed and said

"Rong'er, what you said made my mouth water."

"It would be better if there was another jar of peach blossom wine."

Huang Rong shook her head, as if regretting that she didn't have good wine.

"Peach blossom wine, what is that?"

Guo Jing said that he had never drunk a wine with such a name in all these years.

"I brewed it with thirty different kinds of peach blossoms from our Peach Blossom Island. I gave this wine to the old man on the island. He was full of praises after drinking it."

Jiang Chen, who heard Huang Rong introducing peach blossom wine, was confused. There are thirty kinds of peach blossoms?Are they all planted in the same place?

But Jiang Chen would definitely not ask this kind of question. Is it Peach Blossom Island? It is normal to have many peach blossoms.

"Brother Jing, brother Linghu, this seems to be fine."

After saying that, Huang Rong used a wooden stick to scoop out a piece of soil from the fire, then smashed it with a stone and peeled off the soil and lotus leaves on the outside.

"Brother Linghu, this is for you, Brother Jing, this is for you, you guys have a taste."

"It really smells good!"

Jiang Chen took a chicken leg handed over by Huang Rong, smelled it, and was about to take his mouth when he heard a sentence coming from beside him.

"In my opinion, this chicken should be divided into four portions, one for each of you three. I won't steal it, just give me the butt of the chicken."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen turned to look to the side and saw an old beggar man wearing rags, holding a jade cane and a gourd, swallowing his saliva.

When Jiang Chen saw this outfit, who else could it be besides Hong Qigong, a beggar from the north?

So, Jiang Chen handed the chicken drumstick to Hong Qigong very naturally and said

"Uncle, you are so old, why do you still eat chicken butts? I will give you my chicken legs."

"For me?"

Hong Qigong looked at the handsome young man in front of him, handing him his chicken drumstick, and was a little surprised for a moment.

"Are there any other uncles here?"

Jiang Chen shrugged.

"Haha, then I'd rather be respectful than obey."

After saying that, Hong Qigong sat next to Jiang Chen and bit off half of the chicken leg. An expression of enjoyment suddenly appeared on his face.

"It's so delicious. I've never tasted any kind of beggar's chicken, but I've never tasted beggar's chicken with this flavor."

Huang Rong, who was observing Hong Qigong on the side, also had a rough guess in her mind, so she took advantage of Hong Qigong's opportunity to say it was delicious and said

"Senior, there is still what you want to eat here."

After saying that, Huang Rong tore off two pieces of chicken wings and handed them to Guo Jing and Jiang Chen. Then she divided the remaining beggar's chicken into two and handed one half to Hong Qigong.

"Is this also for my old beggar? Then I'm not welcome."

Taking the half of the chicken handed over by Huang Rong, Hong Qigong finished the chicken legs in two bites, threw away the bones, then grabbed the half of the chicken and started to chew on it. The way he ate it was a bit...a bit heroic.

"I have never eaten such delicious beggar's chicken in my entire life."

"I can roast any chicken and you are so satisfied with it. This is my honor."

Jiang Chen, who heard Huang Rong's words, lowered his head silently, because he knew that Huang Rong was starting to set a trap for Hong Qigong.

Poor Qi Gong, your unique martial arts skills are about to be eaten out bite by bite by your mouth.

"This girl has such a sweet mouth"

"Oh, by the way, I'm an old beggar and I can't eat your chicken for nothing. I'll give you this golden dart. When you can't take it off, you can use it in exchange for some money."

After speaking, Hong Qigong wiped the chicken fat on his hands, took out a dart made of gold from his arms, and handed it to Huang Rong.

"Senior, we can't have this, you should keep it for yourself."

Guo Jing was as sincere as ever.

"Yes, senior, we stole this chicken. Oh, no, it's Shun, Shunlai."

The clever Huang Rong immediately found a way to get in touch with Hong Qigong. Guo Jing on the side was still curious about why Huang Rong lied. This chicken was obviously the pheasant he shot.

But before Guo Jing could think clearly, the chicken wings in Jiang Chen's hand were stuffed into Guo Jing's mouth, interrupting his train of thought.

Jiang Chen, on the other hand, picked up the chicken drumsticks that Guo Jing had not eaten before from Guo Jing's hand and said

"Brother Jing, I'm not used to chicken wings, so I'll give them to you. I'll eat chicken legs."

Huang Rong, who saw this scene, silently praised Jiang Chen, and then said to Hong Qigong

"We are in the same boat and you are in the same boat. We are all in the same boat."

"Hahaha, you girl is so interesting."

"Senior, since we are so destined, why don't we become friends? My name is Huang Rong, his name is Guo Jing, and this is our eldest brother, his name is Linghu Chong. May I ask your surname?"

Huang Rong introduced Hong Qigong with clasped fists. Jiang Chen and Guo Jing, who were sitting on the ground, also got up early and introduced Hong Qigong with clasped fists.

Hong Qigong glanced at the three people in front of him, smiled and said

"My surname is Hong, and I am the seventh oldest child. Just call me Qi Gong."

After speaking, Hong Qigong picked up the remaining half of the chicken, wrapped it in lotus leaves, and stuffed it into his arms.

"Everyone, I will take the rest of the chicken back first. There is no such thing as a banquet in the world. I am the old beggar and I will take the first step. I will regret it later."

"Qi Gong, you have to leave now."

Huang Rong became anxious when she saw that Hong Qigong was leaving. She also wanted Hong Qigong to teach Guo Jing and Jiang Chen martial arts.

"Yeah, I feel sleepy after eating chicken. I have to go back and take a nap."

Hong Qigong yawned, indicating that he was indeed a little tired and needed a rest.

"Qi Gong, I just roasted a chicken. I also have many, many specialty dishes waiting for you to taste, Qi Gong."

"For example, Sixi meatballs, eight-treasure duck, braised duck feet, chicken blood soup...there are so many dishes."

"There are so many delicious food... Actually, I am not too sleepy now. I don't need to rush back to sleep. Let's stay for a while."

"Okay, okay, Qi Gong, let me tell you..."

Seeing that Hong Qigong refused to leave, Huang Rong quickly held Hong Qigong's hand and told him about the begging chicken method.

Jiang Chen, who witnessed Huang Rong dragging Hong Qigong into the fraud gang step by step, turned his head to the side and sighed, Qigong, you really should download the National Anti-Fraud Center app...