I'm not a wild eater

After Yan Shu roasted the jackal, he cut it into several sections and hung them on the beam in front of the shelter.

Muqing's bamboo branches were also hung up.

It is densely packed, and it looks like a row of small bamboos are growing on it from a distance.

"It's a pity that they have withered a bit. It would be nice if they were always green and green." Mu Qing said with emotion.

"Don't think about it, not only will they wither and turn yellow, but the bamboo leaves will fall off in a few days."

"It still looks bare. According to your obsessive-compulsive disorder, you may have to take it apart again."

Yan Shu turned around and joked with a smile.

[Hahahahaha, Straight Man Shu is online. 】

[Not only will it be bare, but the dried bamboo leaves will be blown everywhere. 】

【Master Mu looks more and more uncomfortable, he may really tear it down. 】

【Master Shu knows Mu Ye too well. 】

[I also thought that the leaves would look good when they were dry, but I didn't expect them to fall off. 】

[Others may still be able to stay, the bamboo leaves are really easy to fall off. 】

[I feel that Muye’s IQ has dropped, what’s going on, I’m dying of laughter. 】

"At first glance, you have never built this kind of wall."

"I tied the bamboo branches very densely, even if all the leaves are gone, it still looks good."

"A simplistic yet complicated aesthetic." Muqing retorted loudly.

Yan Shu automatically interpreted Mu Qing's reaction as "a dead duck with a hard mouth".

Grinning, she cleaned her teeth with mint bamboo charcoal.

Wash up briefly, save some meat for the king, and pack up the sleeping bags for the two of them.

"Why don't you come to sleep?"

Yan Shu unzipped all the zippers of the sleeping bag and used it as a bed sheet.

"It rained heavily last time, and washed away all the venom on the spikes below."

"I'll repaint them again."

Muqing took out the bottle from under the bed, and a small handful of palm flakes left before.

Wash and paint the sharpened bamboo under the wall.

He took out the bamboo tube again, spread out the bamboo arrows, and went through it again.

"It's too dangerous to put these two kinds of feather arrows together. I also used yours."

"I'll get you a new batch of practice hands tomorrow." Mu Qing said, seeing no one responding, he looked up.

Yan Shu was already asleep with the king in his arms.

"I slept for an hour at dusk, and now I fell asleep again. It seems that Master Shu is really tired today."

"But she also wakes up early in the morning, and she doesn't know how to do it."

Mu Qing made a joke, lowered his head and continued to deal with the feather arrow in his hand.

Get it all done and add wood to the fire.

Hug the king to the side of the pillow.

When Yan Shu approached, Mu Qing also slowly fell asleep.

Sleeping drowsily, I felt the king's tail sweeping across my nose.

Ok?

Mu Qing opened his eyes vigilantly, while the king lowered his body, staring straight ahead.

Looking up, I saw a little mountain mouse sneaking around, about to come down from the roof to steal meat.

This is kind of interesting.

Mu Qing squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep.

In the middle, the king crawled and approached slowly, maintaining a hunting posture, and had full patience with his prey.

When the time is right, jump up quickly.

When it landed, it had a writhing mountain mouse in its mouth.

With the prey in his mouth, the king returned to his dining room after a few nimble ups and downs.

The king still maintains the ability to hunt in the wilderness, which makes Mu Qing feel a little at ease.

In case of being unable to turn away, it can still follow the normal trajectory of a cat's life and survive here.

The king killed the mountain mouse completely in the restaurant, and ran into the forest with it in its mouth.

Mu Qing, who had nothing to watch, turned over and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, it was still a sunny day.

Yan Shu is still not there.

This little girl, like a king, runs outside regularly every day.

I don't know what to do when I go out in the morning?

Mu Qing thought about it, put on his shoes, and picked up the mint tea on the table to drink.

"Are you up?"

Just after drinking tea, Yan Shu came back.

Empty hands, it looks like there is little to be gained.

"Why did you go?" Mu Qing asked.

"Go chop firewood. Didn't you say you're going to make pottery today? Didn't you say you need to chop more firewood?" Yan Shu wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve.