I'm not a wild eater

[I didn’t add nectar this time, it’s just a bit sour, it shouldn’t be a big problem. 】

【Hahahaha, thinking of Master Mu's expression last time, it's still funny. 】

【Muye's hydrochloric acid fruit is easy to eat, so it really won't lack salt? 】

[There is a lot of salt in the meat, today the fish is too small to put some hydrochloric acid fruit. 】

After arranging the dinner, Mu Qing started to deal with the things brought back today.

Palm fiber and kapok are placed on top of the firewood pile.

A great bundle of rosemary was unraveled, tied up in little bundles with twine from a short-lived tree, and hung from the beam beside the bed.

Take out a few unhanging ones, break them into pieces and stuff them into the bamboo tube.

Pour some water into the bamboo tube and pound it with a wooden stick.

"After working in the bamboo forest for several days, and running all day today, my whole body smells like a sour smell of love."

"I smashed this rosemary, let it soak for a while, and washed my hair with it at night to see the effect."

The effect is good, these are kept for washing hair.

The effect is not good, and the meat is dried and kept for barbecue.

Anyway, the painstaking efforts to carry them back are not in vain.

Mu Qing pounded the rosemary, staring at the situation in the pot.

When the pot is boiling again, set the pounded rosemary aside on the table.

Adjust the fire to a lower level, and push the cassava into the stove so that it is cooked closer to the flame and cooked faster.

After waiting for four to five minutes, the pot was placed on the table with bamboo clips.

Push out the cassava, reach out and pinch it.

"It's so hot, I still have to serve it on a plate."

He got up and took the plate, packed the cassava and put it on the table.

Mu Qing looked at the location of the shelter, and couldn't help but walked over with a smile.

"Food must be eaten when it is brought back. If it is not eaten, it may be spoiled. It is shameful to waste it."

"Today's dinner is quite rich, let's forget about the pork leg, I will eat it with a small pig's trotter."

After a few sentences for himself, Mu Qing brought another bamboo plate, untied two pig's trotters cut in half and put them on the plate.

He took down the hanging instant noodle oil bag and sat down at the table.

Looking at the full food in front of him, a feeling of satisfaction mixed with a sense of loss welled up in my heart.

"There are fish, meat, and staple food. The first meal back home is still very rich."

"It would be better if I could eat with someone."

No matter how bad it is, a cat or a dog will do.

[Master Mu raises something?Living alone is prone to psychological disorders. 】

[Isn't this raising crabs, bees and a bunch of food? 】

[It's not like this, it would be better to have a pet, or else get a baby crab and bring it back to the camp. 】

[Touch some brook snails to raise them, they will definitely not die. 】

[It seems to go with Master Mu, give him warmth, and accompany him to survive. 】

【Warm him up (cover face)】

"Indeed, I should have a pet."

"Tomorrow, go catch the wild boar on the opposite side and raise it well. It can also be used as a mount when going up and down the hill."

Muqing made a joke, picked out a small piece of boiled plantain core with chopsticks, and took a small bite to taste the taste.

"Huh? Not bad."

"After cooking, the numbing and raw taste are gone, a bit like that kind of yam, which is relatively watery."

"It's more delicious than eating it raw."

After eating a few pieces of plantain core, I also finished the fish while disliked the thorns.

Muqing took a piece of cassava, cracked it open, and ate it with a spoon.

Although this way of eating looks a little girly, the hands and mouth will not be dirty, and it is not easy to eat plant ash.

After eating two more small cassava, Muqing felt a little full.

Put the remaining two big ones aside, and save them for dinner or tomorrow morning.

Take the trotters, pour some oil-wrapped seasoning, and spread the seasoning evenly with your fingers.

Hold it with bamboo clips, put it on the stove and turn it over to return to temperature.

In the firelight, the surface of the pig's trotters sizzled, and the oil that came out was mixed with the oil packets.

It looks alluring through the screen.

"It smells good."

"I remember that the wild boar's trotters I ate before were quite fishy, ​​but this one doesn't smell like it."

After turning it over for a while, it looks like it should be hot from the inside to the outside.

Mu Qing took the trotter and took a bite.

"Wow, the taste is so good."

"Maybe it's because the pig I caught was still very small. The trotter has almost no fishy smell, and the meat is really tender."

Mu Qing bit most of the pig's trotter in his mouth, then spit out a few small bones, got up and put it on another empty plate on the table.

"It's really delicious, especially after adding oil buns."

"The spicy taste is not heavy, which makes people very appetizing. I can serve three bowls of rice with just such a pig's trotter."