I'm not a wild eater

Muqing was holding the vine, and the little fish that was strung on it had basically given up struggling.

The two big ones flicked their tails occasionally to show their dissatisfaction with fate.

It took a lot of time to deal with the two vines, so Mu Qing went straight back to the camp to add firewood to the kiln.

Then she took out the grass skirt she had knitted before from under the bed, and replaced the wet pants, shoes and socks.

"Hey, this grass skirt is pretty good."

"It's completely gone now, and the position above the knee is still very dense, and it won't be gone at all."

The trousers are okay, there are no grass skirts to replace them.

It's troublesome if the shoes get wet.

Muqing pushed the stone bench a little towards the side of the kiln, pulled out the insole, leaned the shoes on the stone bench obliquely, and put the socks and insole on the shoe bench.

They can be dried faster with the help of heat from the kiln.

[It's been a long time since I saw Master Mu wearing a grass skirt. 】

[This guy is taking a bath secretly at night now, I thought the grass skirt would have been burned as tinder long ago. 】

[Put on my beloved little grass skirt, and I will be the most beautiful cub in this forest. 】

[Be careful when adding firewood later, don't get yourself burned. 】

[Fluffy hair, pale yellow dress. 】

[Please cherish Mu Ye who still has hair now, he seems to have not found anything to wash his hair. 】

After finishing these, Mu Qing thought about his feet, and selectively stepped on a relatively flat place on the ground.

Go to the creek to wash the pants, and then handle the fish caught and bring them back.

Muqing is not used to walking in the forest with bare feet, it is very inconvenient to go up and down the hill without shoes, so he gave up the idea of ​​picking dense flowers.

On the way back, I picked up some wild mint by chance, and I'll just use it to make some tea later.

Hang the fish on one side, and hang the trousers on the rope on the hillside to dry.

Mu Qing looked around the kiln, and couldn't help wanting to move the firewood to check the situation.

The kiln firing has entered the final stage, so it's better not to be a demon.

"Although this long bamboo tube boils water quickly, the surface is too shallow, and plant ash often flies into it when cooking."

"I hope today's pottery firing can be successful, and I won't have this worry in the future."

Muqing was at the original fire, and lit another fire to cook and eat.

Long bamboo tubes are used to boil fish, and deep bamboo tubes are used to boil water.

Pour water into the two bamboo tubes, take out the largest fish, separate the bones from the flesh, and slice the fish.

Serve separately on two bamboo plates and set aside.

While waiting for the water to boil, Muqing brought back the basket and banana leaves from the hillside.

Spread the banana leaves on the table, take out the dried fragrant leaves in the basket, and rub them carefully.

【Ye is really a master of time management. 】

[If it were me, I would just sit and wait to eat at this time. 】

【Quotations from Master Mu: In the wilderness, it is very important to arrange time reasonably. 】

[I think Master Mu is just hungry, if he doesn't find something to do, the waiting time for food will be even longer. 】

【Master Mu ate a small handful of chestnuts in the morning, he must be hungry. 】

After rubbing most of the fragrant leaves, the water in the long bamboo tube was boiled.

Muqing carefully put the fish bones and fish head in first, and waited for a while while looking at the pot.

"There are no dense flowers today, so I decided to upgrade the recipe."

"Just cook a sweet and sour fish fillet, it will taste delicious after thinking about it."

Chapter 92 The painting style is getting weird

Mu Qing stood up and brought two bamboo tubes from the end of the bed.

Open one of them, scoop out a spoonful of rice ball nectar with a spoon, and put it in the pot to shake.

Take out the fallen hydrochloric acid fruit from the other, pull out a handful and add it.

Then put the sliced ​​fish fillets in and cook together.

I waited expectantly for the water to boil again, and cooked for another minute to make sure that the fish fillets were cooked.

Take something to cushion, and carefully move it to the stone table.

"Ah, it smells so good, it smells like sweet and sour fish like a restaurant."

"If you add some ginger and garlic, it will be more perfect."

Mu Qing licked his lips, impatiently scooped up a spoonful.

Gently blowing the cool air, and took a sip with a smile.

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This

"Wow! It's so delicious!"

Mu Qing was stunned for a second, then put on a smiling face and praised with a slightly exaggerated expression.

【However, your expression betrayed you. 】

[I, who should cooperate with you in the performance, turn a blind eye. 】

[It can be seen that Master Mu has no talent in acting. 】

[Mituanhua is sweet and bitter, and hydrochloric acid fruit is sour and salty, please make up your own mind. 】

【oh!It was really a bad sweet and sour fish. 】