I'm not a wild eater

The mogen tea on the earthenware pot was boiled for a while.

Yan Shu put down the unfinished work in his hands and put the small clay pot on the table.

He took out the small roasting basket and hung it on the grill, cut a large piece of pork leg, chopped it randomly and put it on the baking tray.

No additional firewood is required.

The temperature of the charcoal fire in the stove is enough to warm up the barbecue.

"It's so simple for lunch?" Mu Qing asked casually.

"Just eat something at noon, I want to save half of my stomach for dinner at night."

Yan Shu couldn't help laughing whenever he talked about eating.

[There is meat, taro, and mogen tea, is this simple? 】

[This is called casual eating? 】

[Hahaha, leave half of my stomach for rice, and I always leave half of my stomach for meat. 】

[Yes, yes, if I cook big meat for dinner, I will eat half a bowl of rice at noon. 】

[I will also do it when I have a wedding at night. 】

[Drinking wedding wine can still eat normally at noon, and now they are all small portions, and I can't even eat enough. 】

[Shu Ye: Go away, you Versailles. 】

"Look, you're so hungry, after lunch, we'll start making rice after I finish finishing the table, shall we?"

Mu Qing was amused by Yan Shu.

"Yeah."

Yan Shu first picked up a piece of pork leg, and took a big bite.

Mu Qing took two pieces from the plate, leaving the rest to Yan Shu.

Judging from the feeling of carrying her back last time, this big guy has grown up a bit recently.

After lunch, Mu Qing took a machete and chopped off a large section of the previous tree stump.

Go back to camp and use the machete to carefully dig a hole in the middle of the tree stump.

Yan Shu took the soap and quickly cleaned the pots and dishes.

He took some brook water into a small clay pot, and stuffed two sticks of firewood into the stove.

No need for multiple tubes.

The charcoal fire in the stove will ignite the wood, and when the wood is burned out, the water in the pot will almost boil.

This is the experience Yan Shu summed up after burning the water for so long.

"What is this doing?"

When the water was boiling, Yan Shu came over and asked.

"Dig a hole in the middle."

"You still need to tell me, I'm asking you why you dig a hole?" Yan Shu rolled his eyes.

"What else can you do with a hole? Of course it's pounding rice."

"Can't you use a wooden barrel?"

"The wooden barrel is too deep, and there is turpentine in the gaps, and the rice will be stained with the smell of turpentine."

"Then... can't you use a rice bucket?"

"No, the rice bucket is made up and there are gaps."

"I didn't expect it would be troublesome to get a rice." There is no need for my help.

Yan Shu hugged the king who was sleeping soundly in his kitten's nest, and stroking the cat to watch Mu Qing deal with the tree stump.

"Meow..."

Although I was woken up when I fell asleep, it was very comfortable to be hugged and masturbated.

The king rubbed his face against Yan Shu's palm, and let out a long moan of satisfaction.

A U-shaped pit was dug in the middle of the tree stump. Mu Qing took out the horsetail and polished the inner wall finely.

Pour off excess sawdust.

He bent his elbows, pulled out his sleeves, and wiped the inner wall again.

Go to the edge of the fence and bring over the round dustpan where the rice is drying.

[It's started, it's started, the moment to witness the miracle. 】

[Rubbing hands excitedly. 】

[I never thought that rice is such a rare thing. 】

【Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey. 】

[Not to mention anything else, it has been several days from harvesting millet to producing rice. 】

【Master Mu has finally eaten, I am happy just thinking about it. 】

[I decided to eat an extra bowl of rice at night. 】

"It's started, it's started."

Yan Shu was also very excited.

Put the king back on the bed, and stand by the table to watch what Mu Qing does.

Mu Qing grabbed both sides of the dustpan with both hands, and shook it first, throwing out the dust and grain crumbs.

Put down the dustpan, take out one-third of the grains, and beat them with a wooden stick.

The screen switches to No.1 viewing angle.

It can be seen that every time Muqing beats, several husks will crack.