"Young student Cui Hongjian, we've been chatting for so long and you still don't know your brother's surname?"

It's getting dark.

Cui Hongjian just remembered that he still didn't know Zhang Heng's name.

"My surname is Zhang Mingheng, and I am a Taoist."

Zhang Hengzheng said.

Suddenly, Cui Hongjian was seen covering his stomach with both hands, and there was a growling sound of hunger in his stomach.

"Ashamed, ashamed!"

Cui Hongjian's face turned red: "It's getting late now. Brother Zhang, you are a guest again. I should treat you to dinner. Unfortunately, it rained heavily today and I didn't go out. I really don't have any rice to cook at home."

"Hungry!"

Zhang Heng was not surprised: "This is easy to handle, just look at me."

With that said, Zhang Heng put on his poncho, left the wooden house and came to the lake.

What caught my eye was that because it was raining, there were many fish in the lake lying on the water to breathe.

"Thunder comes!"

Zhang Heng drew out his sword and pointed towards the lake.

boom!!

A bolt of thunder descended and exploded on the lake in an instant.

When the aftermath dissipated, Cui Hongjian took a closer look and said happily: "Fish, there are so many fish floating on the lake!"

"Come!"

Zhang Heng used his magic power and grabbed the surface of the lake.

On the lake, a dozen of the fresh fish that had been electrocuted flew to Cui Hongjian's feet in an instant.

"Brother Zhang is truly a god!"

Cui Hongjian was overjoyed when he picked up two fish.

Zhang Heng smiled but said nothing, "Are these dozen fish enough for us to eat?"

"That's enough. It's enough for five days, not just one day."

Cui Hongjian brought a bamboo basket, packed more than a dozen fish, and said happily: "I'm going to make a fire to roast the fish, and cook a pot of fish soup. The rest will be sold in the market tomorrow to exchange for some flour."

Come back and make pancakes. Later, Brother Zhang, you are leaving, so take them with you on the road to satisfy your hunger."

Zhang Heng smiled and said nothing, waving his hand to signal Cui Hongjian to go quickly.

As a result, I waited and waited, but couldn't wait for the grilled fish to come.

Go over and take a look.

It rained and the firewood got damp.

Cui Hongjian lay down in front of the stove and blew hard, making his face look gray and gray, but he didn't see any sparks.

"Brother Zhang, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat the fish."

Cui Hongjian looked ashamed: "I'm just a scholar. I can't even light the stove. How can I go to high school in the future?"

"Stay back."

Zhang Heng waved his hand and signaled Cui Hongjian to retreat.

After he retreated, Zhang Heng looked at the damp firewood and took out a divine fire talisman: "The divine fire is as urgent as the law!"

call!

The spell ignites spontaneously.

Zhang Heng threw it with his backhand, and the divine fire talisman fell on the firewood, instantly bursting into flames.

"What are you still doing?"

Zhang Heng looked at Cui Hongjian: "Add water and make soup."

"Yes, yes."

Cui Hongjian hurriedly cooked fish soup.

Zhang Heng looked at it from the side.

Not only did Cui Hongjian's family have no rice to cook with, but they also didn't have any oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, let alone other condiments.

Seeing him cooking fish soup with water without putting anything in it, Zhang Heng knew that if he allowed him to do whatever he wanted, he would ruin his own fish.

"This river fish has a strong earthy smell. It's impossible to drink it without adding seasonings."

Zhang Heng took out a few bottles of condiments from the talisman bag on his body: "Here are salt, oil, ginger noodles, and pepper. See how I make them."

Cui Hongjian watched Zhang Heng's movements.

As various condiments are poured in, the aroma of fish soon overflows, making people's mouth water.

He exclaimed: "Brother Zhang, you still carry these things with you when you go out?"

Zhang Heng simmered the fish soup and said with a smile: "I can cover the sky, sit on the ground, and eat everywhere. As long as the world is not cut off from life, I will not starve to death. And in addition to starving to death, of course I must pursue the quality of life."

For Zhang Heng, regardless of birds, animals, fish, shrimps and crabs, with his strength, he can eat whatever he wants and how he wants to eat.

In this way, bringing some condiments is more useful than bringing some cans.

What is canned food? It would be great to hunt some game and eat some fresh food.

"Well, the smell is coming out."

Zhang Heng smelled the aroma and called out: "Take the big pot away, I want to use the stove fire below to roast two more crispy fish."

Cui Hongjian happily accepted the order.

A little.

One pot of fish soup and two grilled fish are ready.

Just at this time, the rain outside also stopped.

Zhang Heng asked Cui Hongjian to bring stools, and the two of them sat outside the thatched house, lit a bonfire, sipped fish soup and grilled fish, and chatted.

"It smells so good! It smells so good!"

Eating.

On the path, a strange old man with white hair and an oil umbrella came walking.

Zhang Heng looked up.

When he saw that the old man's clothes were not wet, he had no reaction, but when he saw that the cloth shoes on the old man's feet were also clean, he frowned.

"Old man, where are you from and where are you going so late?"

As soon as Cui Hongjian saw a gray-haired old man, he couldn't help but stand up: "It's hard to walk at night. I think you are hungry too, so I will make you a bowl of fish soup to keep you warm.

Warm yourself up."

"Smells, smells good!"

The old man muttered something.

"It smells good. Brother Zhang made this fish soup and grilled fish. He used a lot of seasonings, some of which I have never heard of."

Cui Hongjian went to the thatched house and took out a big bowl: "Don't worry, I'll serve you some soup. Take a sip and I'll make sure you swallow it all."

"Smells, smells so good..."

Looking at Cui Hongjian's back as he filled the soup, the old man sniffed his nose vigorously: "It smells so good of human flesh."

"What does it smell like?"

Cui Hongjian turned around.

Upon first sight, the old man's face was as white as snow, and the two buns tied on his head turned into a pair of sharp horns at some point.

“The smell of human flesh is so delicious, I can’t wait!”

The old man rushed over, grabbed Cui Hongjian's shoulders and tried to bite his neck.

"snort!"

Zhang Heng snorted coldly.

The morgue placed at hand was instantly unsheathed, and the old man's right hand was cut off with one strike.

What!

The old man screamed, and what came out of his mouth was not a human voice, but a goat-like bleating sound.

Hearing such a cry, Zhang Heng's eyes flashed: "I'm telling you, there's a fishy smell, it turns out to be a goat spirit!"

"What!"
To be continued...