I'm not a wild eater

Bamboo cup: I'm cracked.

It is a broken heart, and the bamboo joint is the heart of bamboo.

In other words, I have had the same experience as Mu Ye. I just ordered a new mobile phone in the morning, and the mobile phone was stolen in the afternoon.

You are not as good as Master Mu. It is really troublesome if your phone is stolen.

Finished the pancakes.

Mu Qing took and cut off a piece of meat from the jackal's belly.

Press down the machete, cut the meat into thin slices at an angle, and arrange them on the plate very elegantly.

After cutting two plates, Muqing passed the knife over fire and wiped it clean with a grass ball.

Then take it outside the door to have a flush, and put it aside.

Grab some hydrochloric acid fruit and grind it into powder.

I was about to add firewood to the pottery pit, but found that it was almost full of plant ash and some charcoal shavings.

"Xiao Shu, give me a longer piece of wood." Mu Qing shouted.

"okay."

Yan Shu trotted back to the inside of the camp, cut off a long piece of wood and handed it to Muqing.

Mu Qing piled some charcoal fire in the pit on both sides, and continued to fill it with wood.

Pick up a piece of meat and put it on the slate for roasting.

The fat from the fat meat was roasted, making a sizzling sound, and the edges curled slightly.

Muqing sprinkled some hydrochloric acid fruit, turned the meat over and continued to roast.

After roasting both sides, use the meat slices to wipe off the hydrochloric acid fruit stuck to the stone, and pass it to Yan Shu.

"Is it tasty?"

"Delicious!" Yan Shu nodded, smiling like a very well-behaved child.

After dinner, I teased the king.

Yan Shu took the things to the creek to take a bath and wash clothes.

Mu Qing continued to watch the situation of pottery burning in the camp, sorting out some plant ash from time to time, and adding firewood into it.

After Yan Shu took a shower, rubbed his hair, and came back wrapped in a sleeping bag.

By the way, Muqing made a small mazza, so that he could sit in front of the stove and stare at the fire.

"Master Mu, it's your turn to wash, let me watch the fire."

Yan Shu parted the half-dried hair, and continued to wipe it with the white T-shirt in his hand.

"I found one thing that is not very optimistic." Mu Qing said.

"whats the matter?"

"The middle of this pottery kiln is separated by honeycomb panels. Except for the small pottery pot at the bottom, the pottery on top hardly touches the fire. The main thing is to dry it out due to the rising heat."

"In this case, you need to ensure that the bottom is always in a state of fire."

Mu Qing felt a little worried.

I just wanted to use a new method to try to improve the success rate of pottery firing, but I didn't expect to fall into the pit.

"Ah?! What do you mean?" Yan Shu was puzzled.

"It means that the method of setting the alarm clock and getting up at a fixed time to add firewood may no longer work, and the frequency of waking up will be quite frequent."

"We need to take turns to watch the night, and someone is always watching." Mu Qing said.

"No problem, we can take turns guarding according to the previous division of labor."

Yan Shu responded indifferently, hanging her hair down, and approached the pottery kiln.

Use the heat from inside to dry your hair.

"Then I'm going to take a shower, I'll go and come back quickly, let you go to bed early." Mu Qing pinched the small face of this unpretentious big guy.

Take the grass juice for shampooing and go out.

When I came back, I saw Yan Shu sitting by the pottery kiln, with his arms on his knees, his face resting on his palms, his head tilted, and he seemed to be in a daze from behind.

"What are you looking at?" Muqing asked casually, ready to hang the clothes on the hillside to dry.

"Huh? Why ignore people?"

Mu Qing opened the door and came in, walked around to the front and couldn't help laughing.

Adjust the camera of the live ball.

Yan Shu, who had previously said that it would be fine if he didn't sleep all night, had already fallen asleep beside the pottery kiln.

Mu Qing hung the clothes on the fence first, and carried Yan Shu back to the bed.

I added some firewood to the bottom of the pottery kiln, took the clothes and went out to hang them.

Chapter 216 No, Lightning

"Meow..."

The king rubbed against Yan Shu, and found that Mu Qing had returned, so he jumped over quickly.

"Hungry, right?"

"When I wake up every day, I don't go home, and I don't know why I go there."

Mu Qing squatted down, patted the king, peeled some pieces of meat for him and put them in the dining room.

"Meow..."

The king jumped to his small dining room, took a bite of a piece of meat and ate it.

With round and bright eyes and a twitching mustache, she looks very cute.

Mu Qing sat on the stool and just looked at it for a while.