I'm not a wild eater

Yan Shu touched the king in relief.

"Meow..." The king meowed, and quickly jumped away.

After a while, another mountain mouse was placed beside Yan Shu, and after a while, another came.

"Meow..."

When the king stopped going out and meowed to ask for credit.

There was a row of little mice beside Yan Shu, and another fat and big one, which didn't look much smaller than the king.

Your Majesty: "Quickly praise me.

King: Do you think I am good?

This is bringing people to a nest.

A family needs to be neat and tidy.

Is Your Majesty sharing his belongings with Master Shu?

It looks like this.

Why not choose Muye, Muye is miserable, hahaha.

"It's amazing, forget about the mouse cub, this mother is not small, she can be caught back."

Yan Shu picked up the big mouse and put it next to the king for comparison.

"Meow..."

The king took a rat cub and jumped back to his restaurant to eat.

It is also impossible to really grab food from the king.

Yan Shu took the mountain mouse outside the camp and disposed of it, and put it on the stone slab on the top of the pottery kiln to bake.

When Mu woke up, it was already past twelve noon.

Rubbing his eyes and getting up, Yan Shu was holding the rope, stringing up all the king's belongings, and saving it for him to eat slowly.

Chapter 217

"Are you awake?" Yan Shu greeted, and hung the roasted mouse on the beam.

"Where did you get so many mountain rats?" Mu Qing asked wonderingly.

Yan Shu was very nervous about this pot of pottery, and he would definitely not leave it alone and go hunting.

"Your Majesty caught it back, didn't you expect it?"

"You don't know how funny it is in the morning. It brought these mice back one by one and put them in front of me for me to see."

"It is estimated that the mouse nest was discovered and he took it away."

After Yan Shu finished speaking, he couldn't help touching the king who was sleeping soundly next to Muqing's pillow.

"Hey, this little cat is amazing." Mu Qing laughed.

"How long will it take for Tao to be ready?" Yan Shu asked.

Mu Qing walked to the side of the pottery kiln, and looked at the situation inside through the gap.

"It was very successful, and it didn't burn."

"It should be fine, and it can be used after it cools down naturally."

"It looks like the color will be better than last time, not so dark."

"Really?" Yan Shu pulled Mu Qing away, and carefully looked at the gap.

Except for the fact that none of the three were fried, nothing else could be seen.

[All three succeeded?so smooth? 】

[The style of the painting in front is wrong?You're kind of disappointed you didn't fry two, right? 】

[Don't tell me, I also feel a little disappointed, hahaha. 】

[Me too, we are fake fans. 】

【Master Mu should have a premonition that it will be successful, last time I didn't dare to look at it when I was not sure. 】

[There will be new pottery cups available soon, happy. 】

【Master Mu said that the color will look better. What color can it be other than black? 】

"Be careful not to be scalded by the airflow, just leave it like this, and you can take it out when cooking dinner." Mu Qing reminded.

"Oh, yes, I should start preparing lunch, but I haven't prepared it yet."

"I want to eat together when you wake up."

As Yan Shu said, he took out the last piece of fox meat and chopped it off.

Throw it into a clay pot and cook, and add some water hyacinths to the stove.

"Then I'll go and see how the plantain fiber is drying, and if possible, I'll bring them back to rub the rope."

Mu Qing took a sip of water, took the basket and went down the mountain.

Before going to bed, Mu Qing was still very worried that it would rain, even if he didn't get wet in the pottery kiln, rain would be very troublesome.

The surrounding temperature will decrease and the humidity in the air will increase.

All of these may have unpredictable results.

The fibers of the plantains that are drying in the sun may also get wet, so we will not be able to weave cloth today.

The sun was shining brightly, covering the entire hillside, and Muqing was in a particularly good mood humming a song.

Call ~

A gust of wind blew by, taking away the heat and making Mu Qing's face messy.

[Master Mu's hair style is really quite impressive. 】

[When the wind blows, it looks like a walking mop. 】