I'm not a wild eater

[It's not easy to eat a bowl of rice. It would be great if I can link it together, so I can eat it for Lord Mu. 】

Picking up the grain is a delicate job.

It would be best for Yan Shu that Mu Qing rushed to do it.

Sitting on the side humming a song and watching.

Muqing collected the grains, turned the dustpan over, and gently knocked off the sticky things.

Put the dustpan sideways under the bed.

"Huh? Isn't this used?" Yan Shu asked.

"No need, use the round one to dry for half a day tomorrow, and then you can pound rice."

"We'll have rice for dinner."

In addition to being able to eat rice, you can also complete tasks.

Just thinking about it makes me happy.

I just don't know what the rewards of the mission are, it would be great if I could have more skills.

"Then let's get ready for dinner."

Yan Shu jumped out of bed, put the stewed chicken soup on the table, put the cooked taro on a plate, and put it on the table.

Picking up the chopsticks and looking at them, he said to Muqing: "Shall I cut two more pairs of chopsticks? These two pairs are a bit moldy."

"it is good."

As Mu Qing said, he found a section of bamboo tube from the bamboo waste.

Cut it into a suitable thickness, and use a machete for finishing.

Yan Shu filled two bowls of soup with a spoon, and sat on the side waiting for Mu Qing.

Sharpening chopsticks is a very simple matter for Muqing. In a few minutes, two pairs of very round bamboo chopsticks are finished.

Then I found the horsetail from under the bed, inserted the chopsticks in and pulled it back and forth a few times.

Feel it with the back of your hand.

It's very smooth, and there is no possibility of sticking at all.

Take it outside, rinse it off, and hand a pair to Yan Shu.

He picked up the chicken soup and took a sip: "There is a hint of sweetness in the deliciousness, which is delicious."

"Sure enough, the soup stewed with fresh meat and bones is more fragrant."

Yan Shu agreed with a smile.

【Cut, it’s just chicken soup, it’s like we don’t have any. 】

[Sorry, I really don't. 】

[I haven't had chicken soup for a long time. 】

[Impossible, many stores sell it, if you can't, open the takeaway website and order it casually. 】

【Mu Ye: Do you call the chicken soup delivered by the delivery chicken soup? 】

[Actually, it’s pretty good to drink in the store, but when I go home and drink my mother’s stew, it’s super unpalatable compared to the outside. 】

【Master Mu, don't participate in any shows anymore, if you live broadcast hunting and sell it, you might earn more than 100 million yuan. 】

Eat and drink well.

Mu Qing felt that he was resurrected with full blood.

Made a simple stand out of wood.

Start by getting out the main beams of the living area and the overhead frame.

I cut down a few old bamboos, tied them with thin bamboo strips, and fixed the thin frames.

Bring back the two big bundles of palm leaves that Yan Shu picked out.

Carrying a large bundle, he sat on the beam nimbly.

"Aren't you afraid of falling?"

Yan Shu was washing the dishes, talking loudly, standing at the bottom and looking at Muqing.

"I just sit in the middle of this triangle, and I am still very stable without making large movements."

As Muqing said, he began to lay the inner roof.

The brightness in the camp was not enough, and with the moonlight, some details could not be seen clearly.

"Xiao Shu, light a candle for me, and find a log to tie it to."

Mu Qing said to Yan Shu who was still looking up at his work.

"Okay, take it easy then."

Yan Shu agreed, and found a larger candle under the bed, and lit it on the stove.

He found a log from the pile of firewood, tied it with thin vines, and handed it to Muqing.

Turn around and clear out the front of the stove, get a pile of wood to start a fire, and make the camp brighter.

Mu Qing took out a bamboo stick, tied the stick with the candle on one side of the beam and fixed it.

Continue to secure the palm leaves on one side.

"Xiao Shu, come to another bundle." Mu Qing turned to the outside and said to Yan Shu.

"it is good."

Yan Shu nodded, and brought another large bundle of palms over, stepped on the bracket and handed it to Mu Qing.

"hey-hey."

Muqing leaned down slightly, and smiled and lifted the palm leaves up.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Shu raised his head and asked.