After the meal, Zhao Xiaogu and Zou Dongyu took the initiative to clear the dishes. After all, it was not worth it to take advantage of others.
Fang Xiu and Monkey used their hands to remove the grains from the ears of grain one by one in the backyard.
Director Wang was also sitting beside them, helping them.
It took him about half an hour to get all four barrels of ears of grain out.
However, just as Director Wang was about to empty a large bucket of grain in the yard to dry, Fang Xiu called out to him.
"Almsgiver Wang, the weather is cool. The grains can't be dried like this. Come with me with a bucket…"
He was so mysterious that Director Wang couldn't figure it out. Could it be that grains weren't dried like this?
He glanced at Monkey beside him. That fellow had a look of disdain on his face again, as if he had never seen the world before.
Come on,
Director Wang couldn't be bothered to argue with it. He called for the cameraman to follow him. He carried the wooden bucket and followed Fang Xiu into the kitchen.
Zhao Xiaogu and Zou Dongyu, who had just finished washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, were a little curious. Why didn't they put the grains outside to dry? Why did they bring them into the kitchen?
"Iron Head, start a fire…"
Fang Xiu calmly said to the little monkey,
Squeak squeak!
The little monkey responded and nimbly scurried to the side of the stove. He nimbly grabbed a handful of dry grass and used two stones to knock on it.
"No way, flint fire? There were still people using such antiques nowadays?”
"6666, I've learned something. Fire from flint. Good job, Iron-Headed Monkey!”
" That's amazing. I tried it last time, and my hands went numb from knocking. I didn't even light the fire…"
When the audience was sending bullet comments, the flint in Little Monkey's hand instantly collided with a huge spark.
The dried grass next to him was soon covered in thick smoke from the sparks.
The little monkey quickly put down the flint in his hand. He held the grass and took a deep breath to blow.
Whoosh!
With a bang, the grass immediately burst into flames.
The little monkey put the burning grass into the furnace at a steady pace.
He was very calm, as if he was already used to it.
Director Wang was stunned by Monkey's actions. Zou Dongyu and Zhao Xiaogu's eyes were also filled with shock.
Squeak squeak!
After adding the firewood, Monkey shouted at the dazed Director Wang. It was as if he was going to say something stupid again. Why didn't he pour the grains into the pot?
Director Wang finally reacted and asked with uncertainty," L-Little Master, does Iron Head mean that we should pour these grains into the pot?”
"That's right, you didn't misunderstand!”Fang Xiu nodded his head, looking as if he was very intelligent.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Director Wang lifted the wooden bucket with both hands and prepared to pour it into the iron pot on the stove.
However, this was a wooden barrel with a pointed bottom, so it was generally higher than ordinary wooden barrels.
Bang!
With a dull thud, Director Wang was not paying attention, and the sharp bottom of the wooden bucket directly hit the top of the furnace.
Fang Xiu raised his arm and caught the tip of the wooden barrel.
Director Wang, who had lost his balance, finally steadied himself.
"Almsgiver Wang, your body seems to be a little weak…"
Fang Xiu said seriously as he pointed at the prayer beads.
"Heh, heh…"
Director Wang smiled awkwardly. This bucket of fresh grains was at least dozens of kilograms. It was difficult for him to carry it with both hands, but the other party was only eight or nine years old, and he could stabilize it with one hand.
This was simply a slap in the face.
Finally, Director Wang poured the grain from the wooden bucket into the iron pot and stood to the side in embarrassment.
Fang Xiu smiled and said nothing. He rolled up the sleeves of his monk robe and put away his prayer beads.
Two fair and tender hands reached into the pot.
His hands were like two iron spatulas, constantly stir-frying the fresh grains in the pot.
"D * mn, stir-fry it in an iron pot and evaporate the water. This operation is so awesome!”
"I'm convinced. I'm not even convinced by the wall, but I'm convinced by you!”
"6666, with this wave of attacks, my palm will probably turn into a roasted pig's hand!”
" What do you know? This is definitely Iron Palm…"
The group of people in the bullet comments kept expressing their opinions, while Fang Xiu had a relaxed expression.
In fact, this was the first time he had used his palm to stir-fry grains. In the past, he had used two iron spatulas.
However, the monkey was disobedient the last time and was hit on the head by him with a spatula. That unlucky spatula was smashed.
Helplessly, he could only rely on his Invincible Vajra Divine Power and his invulnerability to fire and water to use his two hands as a spatula.
As he waved his hand, half of the grains in the pot seemed to have turned into liquid. They kept spinning and rolling in the pot in a very orderly manner.
Wisps of water vapor rose from the moist grains and turned into white smoke, drifting out of the window.
Zhao Xiaogu and the others were dumbfounded by Fang Xiu's actions. They had seen people stir-frying vegetables and tea before, but this was definitely the only one that could stir-fry grains.
Director Wang, who was beside him, was a little curious as to whether the grains in the pot were cold or warm.
He reached out his hand and felt inside. It was so hot that he grimaced in pain.
He took it back and looked at it. Although there were no red spots or blisters on it, it was a little painful.
He looked up and saw that Fang Xiu was still as if nothing had happened. He continued to stir-fry the grains in the pot at an unhurried pace.
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