"It's all because of the rabbits! She deliberately let all the rabbits go! They won't let them eat!" Wen Yu complained to Wen Jin.
Mao Tu stuck out her tongue at him, "I won't let you eat it! Tutu is so cute! Why should you eat Tutu?"
Wen Yu: "..."
Wen Yu raised his fist at her.
Maotu jumped up behind Yue'er, "Oooh, Yue'er save me, Wen Yu wants to hit me!"
Yue'er was sleepy, rubbing her eyes and yawning, while protecting Mao Tu, "Brother, don't make me beat you!"
The little girl's fierce tone made the whole group amused.
Across the wooden fence, Li Laojiu and his gang looked at each other talking and laughing, eating and drinking, and they even had meat! They have meat!
This group of men couldn't help but shed tears... Feng Shui has changed. A quarter of an hour ago, they were still mocking others for their lack of rice and food. After a quarter of an hour, they were envious of others for having meat to eat!
"Huh? What does it smell like? It smells so good and sweet!"
When Li Laojiu said this, people around him twitched their noses to smell the fragrance.
Li Laojiu also heard it! What a sweet taste!
Do you even need to ask? It must be that Uncle Wen is cooking something again!
But...isn't it right? Isn't this the smell of the sweet rice they cooked yesterday?
Uncle Wen and the others don’t have any rice? How can you cook such a delicious flavor?
"Look, look!" said the man with a sinister look, "I saw just now that there was only white water in their pot, not even a grain of rice. How come it turned out to be mushy?"
Wen Jin and the others had three large pots in total, and things were already cooking in two of the large pots.
"Hey, that's not the kind of taro they dug yesterday! They must have dug taro again today!"
"That's not taro, that stuff is poisonous..."
Li Laojiu's words stopped abruptly.
That's not taro, it's poisonous if eaten - this is what Wen Yu said.
But now, Li Laojiu said that Wen Yu was a mountain demon and lied to them... So, was that thing taro? Is it poisonous? Can it be eaten?
Everyone was at a loss.
"Anyway, we have rice and noodles, so what are we doing with that food?" Li Laojiu whispered.
However, that stuff tastes really good when cooked!
Their stomachs growled happily.
"Ask the cook to cook quickly! Eat as soon as possible! Set off as soon as possible!" Li Laojiu said with a serious face.
He swallowed unconsciously...it smelled really good!
Wen Jin cooked taro in a pot, and she also put twenty red mountain fruits.
She found that boiling the red mountain fruit with poisonous taro not only detoxified the poison, but also the sweetness in the red mountain fruit seemed to melt into the taro.
The taro cooked with the red mountain fruit not only tastes like the "Lipu taro" of later generations, but is also sweeter and more fragrant, without the numbing taste at all.
In another pot, she cooked Ganoderma lucidum.
Once this stuff is cooked, it melts into the water and becomes translucent, rather like white fungus soup. She threw in a few red mountain fruits to garnish, and a rich sweet fruity aroma was stimulated, and the sweet breath hit her face.
In the other pot, only hot water was boiled in preparation for stewing the muntjac meat.
"We don't have seasoning either. Without seasoning, the smell of the game won't be covered, right?" Maotu jumped to Wen Jin's side and asked.
"Who said we don't have seasoning?" Wen Jin raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Uotu blinked and looked at her, "Aren't you going to use your pocket to get the seasonings? I see that when you use your pocket, you spend quite a lot of energy... You don't have to spend so much money just for a bite to eat, right?"
Wen Jin shook his head, "That's not cost-effective. But seasonings come from spices, and spices come from plants. In such a huge mountain forest, are we going to lack plants?"
Mao Tu blinked his big confused eyes and looked at Wen Jin suspiciously.
Wen Jin knocked her on the head and said, "Follow me to pick some spices, and later we will stew a big pot of meat that will be so fragrant that they will never forget it!"
Mao Tu didn’t doubt Wen Jin’s words at all!
If she dares to say this, she will definitely do it.
But she really didn't expect Wen Jin to be so "lazy".
The reason why Wen Jin called her was to use the mustard bag she was carrying and to keep her on the lookout.
Wen Jin opened his pocket and closed his eyes carefully, "I want peppercorns. The peppercorns from the forest are flying here!"
Then I saw that there were really peppercorns in the forest, and they swished into my pocket.
"Is there an octagonal? The octagonal anise is coming!" Wen Jin muttered again.
Maotu: "..."
It turns out that when she said about picking spices, she picked them like this! Don’t you still have to use your pocket?
Mao Tu looked at Wen Jin with some worry, but saw that Wen Jin might be getting more and more skilled with it...or maybe these plants were in the forest, not far away.
In short, Wen Jin didn't have as much difficulty summoning weapons into his bag before.
She ordered a lot of spices, and her face did not look tired. On the contrary, she looked rosy and seemed to have fewer wrinkles!
"What do you think? Don't force yourself!" Maotu asked with concern when she opened her eyes.
Wen Jin smiled brightly, "I feel great! Today is the best day since I suddenly grew old and lost my space!"
Utu breathed a sigh of relief.
When the two returned to the camp, Yu'er had already led the men to kill and skin the muntjac and separated the meat.
Xiao Yuchen watched from a distance, but he didn't reach out to help at all.
Ma Qiancheng also asked him, "Aren't you the eldest brother? Why did Wen Yu get involved but you didn't?"
Xiao Yuchen's face stiffened...
I still remember that when I was still in Wutong Yuan, Yu'er was only five years old... holding a kitchen knife bigger than his head, killing fish, disemboweling, removing gills, and scraping scales... he was as familiar as an old cook.
And he, the majestic prince, actually saw for the first time in his life how a live fish was put on the table at a close distance.
"He is better than me..." Xiao Yuchen said quietly.
Ma Qiancheng was stunned when he heard this, and quickly laughed and said, "Huh? Haha, I don't mean to make fun of you!"
"I am ashamed of them..." Xiao Yuchen said again.
Seeing how deep and emotional he was... Ma Qiancheng ran away quickly.
I don’t know how to kill muntjacs, so there’s no need to be so sad!
…
Wen Jin blanched a large pot of meat and threw some red mountain fruits in to remove the smell. Then put in a pot of clean water and simmered.
She took out various spices from her pocket and threw them into the pot. As the water boiled, the spices mixed with the rich aroma of tender muntjac meat overflowed the lid of the pot and filled the entire camp with the aroma of meat.
The people on the other side of the wooden fence, the pancakes and rice soup in their hands suddenly lost their aroma, and the semi-hard pancakes tasted like chewing wax.
"How did the cook cook? This cake is so hard, it will hurt your teeth when you bite it! How can we eat it!" Some soldiers were dissatisfied and suddenly stood up and shouted.
When the cook heard this, he had been busy for a long time and was ignored, so he stopped working, "Don't make trouble with me! If you want to eat meat, you should go hunting and come back! If you don't have the ability to hunt, smell the aroma of other people's meat. Start a fight with me! I'm not used to this!"
The cook threw away the spatula in his hand and glared, as if he was going to fight if he didn't accept it.
The people on Ma Qiancheng's side were sitting together, either playing backgammon or listening to Yu'er telling them the story of Daliang.
Or lie down on the railing, smell the aroma of meat, and watch the fun...
Seeing that the people on Li Laojiu's side were about to start a fight, they were more excited than anyone else and wanted to clap their hands to cheer.
"Stop playing around!" Wen Jin suddenly shouted, "Wash your hands and pick up the bowl..."
