I'm not a wild eater

Mu Qing pulled out the machete and pried on the surface of the mountain.

Pry off a clod of soil and crush it in your hands.

"Looking at the surface of the soil layer, it's not very hard. I don't know what's going on inside."

As for the height, Mu Qing didn't explain much, and slowed down, walking forward slowly.

Shoulders, chest, waist.

The mountain belt beside Muqing became shorter and shorter, and the width of the walkway became narrower and narrower, until finally it was completely level with the mountain range.

"Clean up all the grass and trees, and you can clearly see the situation underneath."

"This mountain belt is not too long. I don't know why it caused the water discharge on the side of the camp to be so obvious."

"True knowledge comes from practice, and now there is only a heavy rain."

Going back to the bamboo forest along the hillside, Muqing lit a fire and started preparing today's dinner.

I drank half of the bamboo water I collected in the morning, and poured the remaining half into the pot. I cut bamboo shoots and cooked them together.

Mu Qing took all the empty bottles together.

"All I do today is heavy physical labor. I've tried to save as much as possible, but there's still only one bottle of water left."

"I can survive for a few days without enough food, or lower my standard to eat bark and roots, but I can't do without water for a day."

"Get up early tomorrow and fill up your water bottle early."

"In this way, I can stay here with peace of mind and build my tree house."

After clearing away the weeds on the side, Muqing took a bamboo stick and drew the design blueprint of the tree house on the ground.

The area should not be too small, otherwise it will be uncomfortable.

Waterproofing must be done well, and it must be able to withstand wind and rain.

【Master Mu is getting more and more particular. He didn’t draw this when he built the shelter. 】

[It was a lot of time wasted because there was no painting and I wanted to change it a little bit. 】

[The shelter was built slowly, mainly due to insufficient materials, and it was built quickly after finding the bamboo. 】

[Unexpectedly, Master Mu will have a second house so soon. 】

【shock!Really, Master Mu babbled about the scene without a house, as if it had only been a few days. 】

[I, who was still renting a house, cried and turned off the computer to go to work overtime. 】

After a few strokes, Mu Qing was a little irritable, and used a bamboo stick to draw a few times on the ground casually.

Hold one end of the bamboo stick in your mouth, lean halfway on the hillside, and watch the top of the bamboo forest being blown.

"Forget it, you will know what it looks like when you put it together."

"I've been tired all day, and I feel that my mind is not smooth. I really want to eat something sweet."

After looking at it for a while, the bamboo stick in Muqing's mouth fell off and landed on the clothes on his chest.

The live broadcast ball was always at Mu Qing's side, and the audience could tell from his movements that he was asleep.

The sky gradually turned gray, and then completely darkened.

The small pot beside Mu Qing was boiling water gurglingly, the fire in the fire was getting smaller and smaller, and the reaction in the small pot was getting smaller and smaller.

"Ouch!"

In the quiet live broadcast room, there was a sudden howl.

"Oh, mother!"

Momoer, who was eating, was so frightened that the leaves of the vegetables fell off.

As a head anchor, keeping fit is very important, and her daily dinner is half a lettuce leaf.

Fewer than her rabbits.

If you can't eat it yourself, it's good to watch others eat it.

You can watch other people eat, but it’s not okay if others eat too well, and you definitely don’t watch food broadcasts.

Eating dinner while watching Muqing's live broadcast has become a habit of hers unconsciously.

She didn't turn off the live broadcast when Mu Qing fell asleep, and was preparing for dinner as usual.Who knew that the old man suddenly screamed.

Looking at the biggest vegetable leaf on the ground, Momo'er felt like she was about to cry.

At the same time, the one who felt like she was about to cry was Mu Qing who was holding hands.

it hurts!

Chapter 107

"Hey yo yo."

Mu Qing squeezed his left hand and kept blowing.

【what happened?what happened? 】

【Scared me to death, what happened to Master Mu? 】

[I was playing a game, I was so scared that I threw the mouse out, but it was not broken. 】

[While I was eating, I was so scared that the braised pork fell into the rice bowl. 】

【Muqing!What are you doing?I'm scared of all the dishes! 】

[Hey, what's wrong with the enchanting boss?Isn't Master Mu asleep?Why is there such a big commotion all of a sudden? 】

[The voluptuous boss said that she lost food. 】

The barrage, which was a little quiet because Muqing slept, suddenly became lively again.

Depending on the situation, there are not a few people who leave the studio open and get scared.

Hu Hu Hu.

Blowing on the outside of the red palm, Mu Qing raised his head and explained helplessly: "My hand is burnt."