Soul Immortal

A Taste Of Skewered Meat

"Yes, that's it." Fei nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Uncle Mammoth is at ease when working. Sister Shuang, please take our skewers with us, and I want to show you how to use it today."

At this time, on the central square of the Ironwood tribe. The people of the tribe have long been sitting in a huge circle. A dozen huge bonfires are stacked in the middle of the circle. Many tribesmen sang and danced beside the bonfire, and some people were responsible for grilling the whole prey. There was a lot of laughter everywhere.

Fei and the four hurried to the small fire place where Mu Tuo and others were sitting. At this time, Mu Tuo and Daxia were chatting and laughing with young master Guchi and others. Next to the small fire was a whole wolf flesh, which emitted bursts of aroma from time to time.

Guchi had performed well among the Ironwood tribe these few days, and he had become a good man who was welcomed and loved by the villagers. Not only was his good acts affirmed by Mu Tuo's family, but it was also praised by many tribesmen. Especially the cultivation base of Guchi's spirit and his heroic posture in hunting were even more talked about by the tribe.

Fei took the Qiu sisters and Mammoth to the side of his father.

"Father, mother, your son is late, please forgive me." Fei knelt down on one knee and greeted his parents. After getting up, he apologized to Guchi again. "Master Guchi, you have been waiting for a long time, my apologies too."

Guchi laughed suddenly. "Haha. Brother Fei, from today onwards, I'm your brother-in-law. The word "Young Master" should be waived in the future."

Hong's face became hot when she heard it, she lowered her head in shame, and ducked behind Xuan'er. In Hong's heart, although a hundred people were unwilling, Guchi gave her a surprisingly good impression. Hong knew that she had found a good home.

"Okay, brother-in-law, let's call you kindly." Fei couldn't help laughing. "The food in the clan is a little bit rough, why don't you let me make some fine game for my brother-in-law to taste."

Afterwards, Fei asked Shuang to hold the other side of the skewer, the two of them set up the barbecue grill together, and took charcoal fire from the bonfire, and they officially started the grill.

Clan people usually eat whole prey or cut parts of prey to roast and eat. They had never seen such a method of cutting the meat of the prey into small pieces and skewering it, and for a while, a large group of clansmen watched the fun.

The meat of the beast was much more fragrant than mutton. After a while, the unique aroma of kebabs spread. Because the meat skewers were brushed with animal oil and the juice of several kinds of leaves for seasoning, the taste was much more fragrant than the whole prey that was directly roasted in fire.

Fei grabbed a handful of grilled meat skewers, and saw that the meat skewers were still glistening with oil and steam, the fragrance, the color, all set in place and the greedy eyes of the clansmen present were about to fall out.

Under the envious gazes of all the clansmen, Fei distributed the meat skewers into the hands of his parents and the Han clan.

He saw that the people who got the meat skewers, some first smelled it, carefully bit into it with their mouths and chewed it carefully, while others took two or three bites to eat a skewer, and shouted that the skewers were too snacky.

Some people were so angry that they haven't eaten the meat skewers, and rolled their eyes. The people in the distance were even more tired of waiting and fell to the ground in eagerness.

Fei grilled a few more by himself, and after teaching Shuang the key points of kebabs, he took the grilled kebabs and went to eat and drink with his parents and Guchi.

Shuang didn't need to worry about it. Many young and strong guys had already crowded around, scrambling to help her grill together, not only could they get close to the beauty, but also occasionally steal a greedy bite next to the grill. How beautiful.

The Ironwood tribe lived mainly by hunting, and basically did not engage in planting, so they did not produce wine. The wine in the clan was exchanged for animals they hunted. So the clan rarely had the opportunity to drink more than a few sips.

Hong got married today, and Mu Tuo took out all the wine from the bottom of the press storage, so that the clansmen could have fun. So at the end of the night, the clansmen sang and danced and were very excited, and some even planned to drink all night.

After three rounds of drinking, the conversation between Mu Tuo and others slowly turned to the impending ties between the two clans.

Mu Tuo patted Guchi on the shoulder and said. "Guchi, we will be a family from now on. I have to warn you that Hong'er has been very pitiful since she was a child, and both me and my wife have always loved her. Now that she's marrying into your family, you can't let her suffer any more."

"Father-in-law, you don't need to say such? It's my Guchi's blessing to be able to marry Hong. If anyone wants to touch a hair on her, I, I will fight the person, desperately." Guchi apparently had a little drink.

It was generally known said that spiritual masters had higher spiritual power and cultivation bases, and they were not easy to be drunk by some alcoholic wine. It could be seen that Guchi really did not drink less this night. Those warriors of the Ironwood tribe, who were envious and hateful of her marriage to Hong, had been drinking along with Guchi all night long.

Although Guchi knew it well, he could only resign.