I'm not a wild eater

"So, if you chose to bet with me just now, you will win for sure."

Hahahahahaha.

Now it's Mu Qing's turn to laugh out loud.

I have known for a long time that this big boss is not easy to fool, and he must do the opposite to have a chance to stand up.

"Hmph!"

As Yan Shu said, he reached out to hit him.

Seeing that Mu Qing was already waiting to pull him over, he quickly withdrew his punches and took a step back.

"I'm not going to be fooled by you." Yan Shu said, picking up the backpack and machete on the ground and walking up.

Mu Qing took his own things and followed them up the mountain.

A dozen brook fish were abducted in the fish pond and disposed of on the spot.

The processed fish viscera is just enough to feed the rest of the fish.

"This is called a virtuous circle, endless life." Mu Qing muttered, shaking the vine in his hand, and followed behind Yan Shu.

Back at the camp, Muqing hung up the brook fish, and chopped bamboo to peel bamboo sticks.

Yan Shu added some firewood to the place where the pottery was baked to keep the charcoal fire warm.

"I think these pottery are already very dry, when can we burn them?"

"I'll take a look later."

After cutting the long bamboo sticks, Muqing skewered the fish and put them on the ceramic bowl.

Picked up the largest clay pot and looked at it.

"When we sleep and go out, there is no fire in here, and the drying speed is slower."

"However, we are not in a hurry to use it. We just bake it one after another, and we can start firing pottery tomorrow morning."

As Mu Qing said, he carefully put the small clay pot back.

"Is there any way to make them dry faster?"

"Didn't you say we can cook it tonight? We still have pancakes to eat." Yan Shu was a little impatient.

"If there is a fire in this kiln all the time, it can be fired at dinner time." Mu Qing said with a smile.

When I made pottery for the first time, I was as impatient as Yan Shu.

"Then I will be responsible for adding firewood to the kiln."

Yan Shu said, went to the hillside and brought back the wood that had been dried before.

bang.

Throw it to the edge of the kiln, go out and continue to move firewood.

The firewood that was placed in the camp before was all wet, and it was just ready to be used after a few days in the sun.

bang.

As soon as Yan Shu went out and in, there was another pile of firewood on the ground.

Muqing shook his head helplessly, and walked towards the inside of the camp.

【Hahaha, Master Mu is about to fall ill. 】

【I resisted the urge to clean up. 】

[Anyway, it will be burned at night, so it's useless to clean it up. 】

[It’s easy to use when you pack it up, otherwise you have to pick it up all over the floor. 】

[I heard that slow drying will be until tomorrow, Master Shu is in a hurry. 】

[After all, there are still pancakes to eat. 】

【Is Master Mu preparing to make pancakes? 】

Muqing took the soaked dried bamboo shoots and the last two large shiitake mushrooms to the door and washed them clean.

Place on a cutting board and chop finely.

Unskin a piece of hyena meat and cut it into shreds as well.

I searched among the hanging jerky, picked out a fatter piece, and cut it into thin strips.

Burn a big fire in the stove, wait for the water in the clay pot to be dried, put the fat oil cut into strips and stir-fry.

"Master Mu, what are you doing?" Yan Shu threw a pile of wood on the ground and asked, looking up.

"Fry the ingredients for pancakes first."

Holding chopsticks in his hand, Mu Qing quickly fiddled with the fat in the pot.

After the oil in the fat meat is refined and the fat meat becomes flat and fine oily residue, Mu Qing puts the shiitake mushrooms in, stir-fries until the aroma is released, and finally puts the shredded bamboo shoots in as well.

The shiitake mushrooms have infiltrated some water, so there is no need to add water.

Muqing lowered the heat and let the dried bamboo shoots cook for a while to make them more flavorful.

"smell good."

All the firewood was moved, and it was thrown into a hill outside the camp in a mess.

Yan Shu rubbed his hands and came to the stove, looking at the simmering vegetables in the pot, drooling: "Let's bake white cakes, let's eat the stir-fried vegetables first?"

Chapter 214 Why Does This Alarm Clock Need Money?

"Little greedy cat, if you are hungry, you want to eat."

Muqing handed the chopsticks to Yan Shu, and went outside to bring back the cassava starch that had become lumps.

Yan Shu held a chopstick in his mouth, with a contented smile on his face.

"There is no seasoning, but it is still delicious."

"It would be nice to have some ketchup on the pancakes."