Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

The next day, Mr. Squirrel didn't stay up in bed, he just got up from the bed.

He had decided yesterday that today he would go to pick blueberries in the Fairy Forest and come back to make sweet and sour blueberry jam.

Mr. Squirrel was wearing neat short-sleeved shorts and a pair of light leather boots on his paws today because he was going to shuttle through the forest.

The small bamboo tube was filled with today's herbal tea, a small box of matches and a small can of seasoning packets were stuffed into the cloth pocket, and Mr. Squirrel was ready before going out with the small basket on his back.

In the forest in the early morning, there are still crystal dewdrops hanging on the leaves. The rising sun is very gentle, and the warm sunlight shines on the ground through the mottled leaves.

The air in the forest was exceptionally fresh. Mr. Squirrel breathed heavily, and felt that the whole mouse felt refreshed.

Not in a hurry, Mr. Squirrel picked several plump mushrooms along the way, and strung them into a bunch with branches.

He came to a small stream, cleaned the mushroom bunches, put down the small basket, and picked up some dry hay and firewood from around.

Light up the match, light the firewood, and Mr. Squirrel sits on the clean stone and roasts the mushroom leisurely!

Grill the front side and the reverse side, sprinkle with seasoning packets, and continue to turn over.

When the mushroom skewers gave off a tempting aroma, Mr. Squirrel turned off the fire, breathed on the mushroom skewers with his mouth, and then impatiently put them into his mouth, his gills puffed up.

Nibble on mushroom skewers and sip herbal tea.

Happy little days!

really!Being able to live in the fairy forest is a blessing that the mouse cultivated in his previous life.

After eating mushroom skewers and filling his stomach, Mr. Squirrel used leaves to fetch stream water to extinguish the last spark.

This is common sense that all goblins living in the goblin forest know.

If you have a picnic in the forest, remember to put out the fire thoroughly before leaving.

After all, it is the bounden duty of every goblin to protect the Fairy Forest!

Next, keep moving in the direction of the blueberry tree.

Mr. Squirrel has the habit of memorizing maps.

Every time you go deep into the Fairy Forest and encounter different wild vegetables, fruit trees, and flower fields, they will be marked on the map.

For an apple tree, draw a bright red apple, for a peach tree, draw a pink peach, for a watermelon field, draw a big black-striped green-skinned watermelon...

Now his small parchment map has been marked densely.

They all spread out around the small tree house.

Mr. Squirrel believes that there are many mysterious surprises waiting for him to discover in the Fairy Forest.

Look carefully at the small map in your hand, continue to move forward, turn right, and you will arrive through a bush!

Mr. Squirrel put away the small map carefully, and at the same time quickened his pace.

It didn't take long, when he rushed through the bushes dully, his eyes suddenly opened up.

The blueberry trees are stretched in stretches, and the trees are full of black and purple blueberries, which are so heavy that they almost bend the branches.

Mr. Squirrel rushed forward with a cheer.

He quickly climbed up the tree trunk, stood on tiptoe, picked blueberries one after another with his claws, and carefully put them into the basket.

When he could no longer put it in the pannier, Mr. Squirrel put on the pannier again and set off to return to his small tree house.

After returning home, Mr. Squirrel ran into the washroom and took a shower with cool mountain spring water, then changed into dry clothes, put on a small floral apron, and started making blueberry jam.

Clean all the blueberries and put them in a small aluminum pot of boiling water, stirring constantly with a wooden spoon.

The blueberries were crushed, and the purple juice overflowed. At this time, add a few spoonfuls of sugar to taste.

Finally, cover the pot and simmer slowly over low heat. When the blueberry juice in the pot becomes thick, the sweet and sour blueberry sauce is ready.

Store it in small jars after cooling, so it can be taken at any time in the future.

Now that the blueberry sauce is ready, let's eat toast bread with blueberry sauce for lunch today!

Just do what you say, Mr. Squirrel stepped on a small stool, took out bread flour from the small cabinet at the top of the kitchen, olive oil and sugar from the small shelf where the condiments were placed, and an egg from the small bamboo basket on the table. .

Mr. Squirrel rolled up his sleeves, first mixed the bread flour and warm water, and let it stand for a while.

When it has puffed up, small bubbles appear on the surface, and it smells sour, add eggs, sugar and more flour.

Stir stir stir, whoosh, whoosh!

Rubbing rubbing, hey hey hey hey!

While Mr. Squirrel was working hard, he was chanting slogans in a serious manner.

After the flour is kneaded into a dough, let it stand for a while, add olive oil, and continue kneading.

Finally, put the dough into a small aluminum pan and heat it in the fireplace.

After a period of time, there will be a continuous stream of sweet aroma, and the delicious toast is ready!

Mr. Squirrel put on thick cotton gloves for himself, took the small aluminum pot out of the fireplace, and put it upside down on the table.

After tapping the bottom of the pan, the buns fell out of the aluminum pan smoothly.

Lifting a shiny knife, he cut the toast into slices, and spread the freshly made blueberry jam in the middle.

Mr. Squirrel came to the table with a tray.

The small dining table is covered with a pastoral tablecloth, and there is a small pure white vase in the middle, with a chamomile, Mr. Squirrel's favorite, in the bottle.

Pulling out the small chair and sitting in, Mr. Squirrel clasped his palms together and began to pray before the meal devoutly.

Oh!

Holy mouse Maria!

Thank you for giving the rat such a good food!

After praying, Mr. Squirrel picked up the toast and ate it with relish!

His craftsmanship is great, not at all inferior to the most popular Chef Meow in the small town of Varta.

Even if you don't want to be a little tailor someday, you can still be a little chef and run your own dessert shop!

Mr. Squirrel thought triumphantly.