Durin's Diary

Chapter 1046 Parrot Island

Sure enough, half an hour later, the big guy returned carrying a deer, along with Melinda and her new friend.

"Shall we have venison today?" Little Seven was eager to try, but also hesitant: "But our family's old chef said he took leave because his grandson was having his first child. Without him, we can't prepare delicious venison."

“Look at your fifth brother.” The big guy was very confident about this.

However, Dulin understood the gesture Melinda's new friend was making to her.

Don't eat it, it's poisonous.

Holy crap, seriously, girl? You have absolutely no confidence in your husband's cooking skills?

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Looking at the charred meat chunks on the plate, Dulin covered his face helplessly—it was my fault; only the person next to you truly understands you.

The seventh brother frowned as he looked at the still-raw meat on his plate: "Fifth brother, how about we order takeout instead?"

"Where did you put your fifth sister-in-law?!" This time, Jin Tianma stepped forward, picked up a knife, and walked towards the grill.

Dulin glanced at Melinda, and his rabbit, understanding perfectly, followed.

"Am I in for a treat?" Dulin asked the big guy.

"I'm not even as good as him," the big guy said with a bitter expression.

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Another half hour passed, and Dulin looked at the second piece of charred meat on the plate and let out a long sigh.

"How did you two manage not to starve to death in Shanhaiguan?" This is a blatant display of cunning and ruthlessness, revealing the true nature of the situation.

“Isn’t there Xiao Fu?” the young couple said in unison, and the big guy added, “Xiao Fu is the name of my second daughter.”

Dulin nodded, then looked at Melinda: "Honey, you should grill the meat today, otherwise the youngest one will starve."

"Leave it to me, but I tend to overcook the meat. After all, someone like me who's always out in the wild, if the meat isn't tough, I could really get a stomachache and die." With that, Melinda got up and walked toward the grill.

"It's up to you now. Look at these two young people, they've let their own little brother starve." Du Lin pointed at the seventh brother, who was lying on the table and gave a weak laugh: "I thought Fifth Brother would provide meals today, so I didn't eat anything this morning."

The big guy grinned foolishly, and his wife, who was also grinning foolishly, gave him a light tap on the head.

These two are sworn enemies.

Dulin sighed as he opened a portal and brought his Xia Li over: "Go, help your sister Melinda out."

"Alright, just watch." Xia Li had learned to speak the official language of the capital in just a few days in Changtang, and his accent was particularly outstanding.

Dulin often worried that she hadn't learned it correctly, since he didn't understand it either—in his previous life, he was a tough southerner from Hangzhou, and he wasn't familiar with the Er dialect.

Thinking of this, Dulin took a sip of soda, but still felt uneasy. He finally got up and walked towards the grill again—no, there were some things he had to keep an eye on personally.

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"Can Mr. Dulin cook?" Little Seven asked, watching Mr. Dulin's figure as he stood in front of the grill, the steaks flipping and turning on their own.

The condiment bottles danced like sprites under his control.

And there was even Master Melinda (in Changtang, the strongest in the professional system is often called Master) brushing oil on the meat.

As for that kitten, Little Seven had heard of it. She was Dulin's chief female officer. Although she looked small and cute, Little Seven believed that even a hundred of him couldn't beat her in a fight.

why?
She meowed, and half the spirit beasts of the capital would respond. The legendary psionic lynx of the Dulin family could arrive in an instant; that lynx could kill a little seventh brother with a single claw. What was the point of fighting? But then again, the meat smelled really good when it was roasted. How was the seasoning made? The little seventh brother felt that his waiting and hunger were truly worthwhile.

“He looks better than your brother,” his fifth sister-in-law said.

Coincidentally, his fifth brother also said the same thing: "She looks better than your sister-in-law."

Then the young couple started to smile at each other.

"You're all grown up, can't you be a little more mature and composed like Mr. Du Lin?" Little Seven said, rolling his eyes at his older brother and sister-in-law.

Then he saw a white horseman turn off the road from afar.

Damn, is someone trying to steal my food?

As he was thinking this, he also saw who it was—it was that white-headed turtle spirit! Wasn't today a workday? Why wasn't he at the police station? Why was he here instead?

The white-headed turtle spirit rode up on his large horse and bowed with a smile: "Your Highnesses and young master, you seem to be enjoying yourselves today."

"What brings you here?" His classmate, the big guy, smiled and waved. "Come on, come down here. Mr. Dulin is grilling meat. You've come at just the right time."

"Of course." The white-headed turtle spirit dismounted, caught the falling gray falcon, and then pulled the bird stand out of the horse's side bag and stuck it into the ground.

The grey falcon hopped up very obediently.

Meanwhile, the greyhound that had followed them all the way sat down under a parasol and started to slack off.

"His Majesty granted me an extra year's leave today, so I finally had some free time amidst my busy schedule. That's why I came out for a stroll, and I didn't expect to run into you all." He sat down across the table. "Speaking of which, Your Highness, don't you think it's extremely impolite to keep our guests busy grilling meat?"

"Let me tell you, don't bring up things you don't want to talk about. You know how bad your sister Luo and I are at cooking." The big guy showed a "I'm a coward, but I'm stubborn" attitude.

"You haven't learned to cook in Shanhaiguan for twenty years. Fu Meizi has spoiled you too much. You've had a comfortable life of being waited on hand and foot for twenty years, haven't you?" the white-headed turtle spirit laughed.

Jin Tianma was clearly unhappy: "What do you mean? You mean I can't cook? Let me tell you, I can!"

The white-headed turtle spirit let out a "oh," then pulled over the two plates containing charred meat cubes: "Which one did you roast?"

"You, you shouldn't slander someone's innocence out of thin air." Jin Tianma began to evade the question.

"You can even cook? My dog ​​won't eat this stuff. If you don't believe me, call my greyhound over." The white-headed turtle spirit uttered all sorts of lewd and predatory words.

Jin Tianma called out the name of Xi Gou.

The greyhound sat up.

She picked up the meat from the plate.

The greyhound lay back down.

Little Seven couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, quickly covering his mouth.

At that moment, the kitten squeaked at the dog.

The greyhound immediately stood up, wagged its tail, and ran over.

The white-headed turtle spirit watched as his greyhound grazed a deer leg bone with meat in its mouth, wagging its tail so proudly it was almost breaking off. He couldn't help but sigh, "The Western Lands Druid Master is much more effective than you."

Today, he still finds himself kicking his old friends when they're down on their own show.

(End of this chapter)