I'm not a wild eater

Muqing put down his chopsticks, looked at the empty bowl with only soup base in front of him, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

"It's delicious, but I don't feel full."

"According to experience, it should be that I ate too fast just now, and my brain has not received the message that I am full."

Mu Qing picked up the lid of the hot pot, and covered the hot pot tightly as it was.

"The bottom of this pot is delicious. I want to save it. Tomorrow, I will cut some bamboo shoots and some cassava, and add thinly sliced ​​pork legs into it."

"Cook it, it's another small hot pot meal."

After eating and drinking enough, Muqing went downstairs with the clay pot.

Poke with a finger.

The newly built stove has been baked almost, and it seems that the hardness is not bad.

Pour a bottle of water into a clay pot and put it on the stove to burn.

Picking up a ball of tinder from the ground, wiped off the red oil from the chopsticks and spoons, and stuffed the tinder into the stove.

I took a bamboo tube from under the eaves, put the tableware in it and washed it again, cleaned it thoroughly and quickly put it in my pocket.

Waiting for the water to boil by the stove, I poured the boiling water into the bamboo tube and took it back to the second floor.

"It's getting dark now, and it's time to recuperate again."

"See you tomorrow, everyone."

After turning off the live broadcast, Mu Qing didn't go back to sleep immediately.

Pick up a piece of firewood and put it on the bonfire beside you, sit cross-legged on the corridor, leaning against the wall of the tree house.

Looking at the sparse starlight in the sky.

He loves this alone time.

It has been a month since I came to this world, and it was the first time I slowed down and had a good meal, the food with rich taste that came off the industrialized assembly line.

In terms of rebirth, today is my full moon day.

It's not bad to have a small hot pot to celebrate.

Until now, apart from this mountain forest, Muqing's cognition of this world comes entirely from the memory of the original owner.

So much so that after turning off the live broadcast, Mu Qing often felt that life was so unreal.

He even wondered if all this was fake.

The show is fake, the audience is robots, and because of some kind of unknown conspiracy, he is doing a very positive wilderness survival here.

Even, could even the wilderness be fake?

Could it be that the food he found and the prey he caught with various traps were deliberately arranged by someone.

Could it be that he is also a fake?

I'm not a real person, but I was given the life memories of two people at the same time?

stop!stop!

Feeling that his thoughts were getting more and more confused, Mu Qing immediately put himself on the brakes.

Drink half a glass of water from your hand to keep yourself calm.

Mu Qing remembered what the wilderness boss said in his previous life.

Survival in the wilderness, loneliness is your worst enemy.

Self-doubt can drive you crazy.

Big guys are big guys.

"At the end of the day, I still need a companion. It's fine to catch a bamboo rat. There may be a plague, so let's just pick up a few brook snails and raise them."

Mu Qing muttered, and returned to the house with the machete.

Put the machete within reach, spread the sleeping bag and lie down.

After a day's work, Mu Qing quickly fell asleep.

dong dong dong.

A hand with long, slender fingers and bony knuckles knocked on a frosted glass door.

"Enter."

There was a cold reply from inside the door.

"Yo, Sister Momo is here too."

It was Huo Yichen, the creative director of Dousha's group, who came and greeted Momoer awkwardly when he saw Momoer sitting.

He's here to report on work, Momo'er doesn't say it's inconvenient.

If she saw that she was being scolded by Quan Wei like a grandson, she would feel a little embarrassed.

"It's Director Huo, if you have something to do, I'll go?" Mo Mo'er raised her eyebrows at Quan Wei.

Quan Wei stretched out her hand to signal Momo'er to sit down.

Ask Huo Yichen: "Have you come up with a plan?"

"Out, that's it"

"Mr. Quan, take a look first." Huo Yichen handed the proposal to Quan Wei.

The creativity this time is definitely enough to attract attention, but I'm afraid that Muqing won't be able to play with it.

Quan Wei took the document, opened it casually, and then looked at it seriously.

Huo Yichen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Quan Wei's reaction, there is a high probability that he will not lose face in front of Mo Mo'er today.

"Have you had a look?" Quan Wei finished reading and handed the plan to Momo'er.

Momo'er got up to take it, stood by the table and flipped through two pages.

"Canyons, deserts, swamps, dead snow valleys"