I'm not a wild eater

Light the two deer bone candles on the candlestick.

With a layer of bamboo on the outside, this bone candle doesn't look intimidating, and even has a natural beauty to it.

Muqing took the deer hoof soup and put them into two bamboo bowls.

One for myself and one for Yan Shu.

"Okay, how's it going? Do you have the urge to post on Moments?"

Mu Qing clapped his hands, he was satisfied with the dinner party he had organized by himself.

Some original stone tables.

One serving of grilled delicious, delicately arranged venison leg, a bowl of deer hoof soup, and a serving of mushrooms.

A garland of roasted nuts is placed in the center of the table.

There are candles beside the table.

There is no modern exquisite tableware, but it responds to the setting sun that is shining obliquely.

The scene turned out to be inexplicably beautiful.

[Yes, yes, so much, I couldn't help but post it on Moments. 】

【Master Mu is really good at it, I can't take it anymore. 】

[The instant noodles in my hand suddenly become stale, crying. 】

[Don't talk about instant noodles, my mutton hot pot is not delicious anymore. 】

【Master Shu has been dumbfounded, hahahaha. 】

[Shu Ye: Now I seriously suspect that I am not a woman. 】

[The script has indeed changed, Mr. Shu went out to look for things, and Mrs. Mu was at home cooking food, so funny. 】

"Master Mu, do you usually live like this?" Yan Shu was a little suspicious of life.

I always thought that I was doing well, and was hanged and beaten countless times by Mu Qing along the way.

It's over, go back to the camp, and have a final blow.

"That's right, I live a very casual life alone."

"Today is mainly to welcome you, plus there are more resources."

"When I was the worst, I could only eat one grilled mouse and a few small grilled fish a day."

With a smug expression on Muqing's face, he pretended to explain in a low-key manner.

Yan Shu twitched the corner of his mouth.

Then he smiled and stretched out his small fist: "I really want to give you a punch."

"Isn't that miserable enough?"

"At my worst, I could only eat mint leaves."

"Uh"

After the demonstration was over, Yan Shu sat down with a smile.

"It's so well placed, do we need to use a knife and fork? A machete?"

Imagine this picture.

Not right, very wrong.

"Use chopsticks. There is only one spoon in the camp. Use it first. Next time you go to the bamboo forest, bring back the spoon for the hot pot."

Mu Qing stood up, untied the other pair of chopsticks from the beam, and handed them to Yan Shu.

"You are alone, why do you keep two pairs of chopsticks?" Yan Shu took it and asked involuntarily.

"I don't know. I cut two pairs when I cut them for the first time, and I kept forgetting about cutting them into bamboo sticks later on."

"Maybe it's called fate."

Mu Qing recalled that when he peeled out both pairs of chopsticks for the first time, he was also taken aback for a moment.

After taking the chopsticks, Mu Qing also handed the spoon to Yan Shu.

Yan Shu waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need this thing.

Pick up the deer hoof soup and blow on it, then lift it up to signal to Muqing.

Mu Qing picked up the bowl in front of her, and lightly touched Yan Shu's bamboo bowl.

[Please take care of me for the rest of my life. 】

[It's easy to say. 】

[What are you going to touch, let's have a cup directly, you two. 】

[I beg you to get married where you are, today is a good day. 】

[The atmosphere is also just right, treat it as a trip and get married. 】

【Huh?Why hasn't the king come back yet?Why don't you come and witness? 】

【Great King: Master Mu always thinks I'm in the way, so I'm leaving meow~】

Muqing's meticulous preparation was not in vain.

Throughout the dinner, Mu Qing smiled and watched Yan Shu admire him.

This one is delicious, and that one is delicious too.

Especially the half pot of deer's hoof soup, except for the small bowl that Muqing made for himself at the beginning, all the rest went into Yan Shu's stomach.

After eating and drinking enough, Muqing put away the pots and bowls and cleaned them by the water pipe.

Yan Shu was in the camp, splitting the wood needed for the fire at night.

Wash halfway through.

Mu Qing suddenly looked back at Yan Shu, then shook his head helplessly.