I'm not a wild eater

[Shu Ye: What if my husband is too weak?Waiting online, urgent. 】

【You don't really think that Lord Mu is weak, do you?Master Mu is just weak in front of Lord Shu, okay? 】

[You must not be weak in front of Master Shu, you must be tough. 】

Muqing brought the dustpan over, spread out the grain again, and put it on the fence to dry.

Get out a few bamboos, and get busy again.

"How many days will the millet be in the sun?"

Yan Shu asked casually, holding a stinky yellow thorn.

"Another day in the sun today, and tomorrow we can pound rice."

"And then? After getting the rice grains out?"

"After getting it out? That is to cook it first and then steam it, and eat and drink rice soup."

"Really? Will we be able to eat rice tomorrow?" Yan Shu stopped what he was doing, and smiled at Mu Qing with blinking eyes.

"Control a little, control a little, don't drool down."

Mu Qing smiled, reached out and wiped Yan Shu's mouth.

Couldn't help but kissed him.

"hey-hey."

"I haven't eaten white rice for a long time."

"Even when I lost weight before, I didn't insist on eating like this."

Yan Shu wiped his mouth and smiled, a little embarrassed.

"Lose weight, why lose weight just like you do?" Mu Qing swept it up and down.

Yan Shu needs to grow at least another ten catties of meat to fatten up a human cub.

No more weight loss.

"It's just chanting slogans to scare the fat and see if it can scare it away. In fact, no one insists on more than two meals."

Yan Shu was talking and laughing, squeezed out the juice from the prepared stinky yellow wattle.

Get up to get plant ash.

Muqing turned several bamboos into strips, and sat on the pony to weave things.

Yan Shu made the clarified water and added it to the juice of the stinky yellow wattle.

Stir well and set aside to let it set naturally.

Take the pottery bowl containing chicken blood outside the door, add some water and fiddle with it gently to separate the chicken blood from the pottery bowl.

Put the large pottery pot on the stove to boil water, and when the water boils, put the chicken blood in and cook.

"How long will this cook?" Yan Shu asked Mu Qing who was busy.

The method of dealing with chicken blood was also explained in detail by Muqing yesterday.

"Well, two or three minutes, three or four minutes, four or five minutes will do." Mu Qing replied.

"That's 5 minutes."

"People in the wilderness would rather eat old food than raw food."

With such a happy decision, Yan Shu added firewood to the stove and took out the alarm clock from the inside of the bed.

After staring and waiting for 5 minutes, the clay pot was put on the table.

Then use the grill to get the blood out of the chicken.

Put it on the chopping board and poke it lightly with your hands.

"Why do I feel that this product won't be too tasty?" Yan Shu sniffed it.

The fishy smell is still quite obvious, if there is no particularly heavy seasoning, it may be a bit hanging.

"Then hang it out and let the king eat it, we still have a lot of meat anyway."

【Listen, is this a human language? 】

[Great King: Bah!My baby won't show you millet at night. 】

[Great King: Hmph!This baby will not guard your house at night, so let the wild wolf eat you. 】

[The family status is exposed. 】

[Actually, chicken blood is quite good, and it is still very nutritious regardless of the taste. 】

[Is this a matter of taste? 】

[It's an attitude!manner!He actually gave the king what he didn't eat. 】

"I'll take a piece and try whether the king will eat it or not. If we don't eat it, we can eat it ourselves."

As Yan Shu said, he took a piece of chicken blood and soaked it in cold water to go to the cat's nest.

Slowly before the king's nose.

The king twitched his little nose a few times, opened his eyes and sniffed.

Ready to go to the restaurant with chicken blood in its mouth.

The chicken blood was too soft, and it shattered when bitten, which made the king a little confused.

"Hey, I really eat it."

Yan Shu sighed, and put the chicken blood in Dawang's restaurant.

By the way, pass the other ones with cold water, and let them all go.

"What a kitten who is not picky about food and easy to feed." Mu Qing smiled, finishing the round dustpan in his hand.

"Don't we have a dustpan?" Yan Shu asked.

"This one is for sieving rice bran tomorrow, and that one is too big to shake."