Back at the wooden house, Yan Luo found the rope, tied the chicken to the wooden stake, and began to prepare to boil water.

The tools she used were pulled out from the vegetable garden of the wooden house. This wooden house seemed to have lived in people before. Some of the utensils were well preserved in the corners, and there were all tools she should have. I don’t know if it was prepared by Xiaolong for them.

There are even small and simple stoves for regular rest in the corners of the vegetable garden, but they are covered with a pile of mud and weeds.

"Did you see it?" Yan Luo pointed to the stove and sighed.

"Stove, what's wrong?" Yan Xingyu was puzzled.

"No, that's not the stove." Yan Luo's expression was deep and his face was serious.

"That's..." Yan Xingyu thought Yan Luo wanted to say some very stylish and sensational words, and racked his brains to rely on this, "The wisdom of ancestors? A stove contains a story?"

"That's not the stove, it's my heroine's halo." Yan Luo felt a little embarrassed, "Look, this wooden house in the wilderness, even the stove has a stove. What's not the stove? Is the author's brain twitching?"

"There is a street outside, and there are thousands of online novels. Do you ask about your Sister Luo—" Sister Luo said arrogantly, "Look at which female lead can get the same treatment as your Sister Luo when she appears?"

"But..." Yan Xingyu said straightforwardly, "You can tell that someone has lived in this wooden house when you look at the vegetable garden. It may be that the owner only comes to vacation once a year, or it may be that other crews or variety shows are filming."

"Also, the heroine of other people either abuses scumbags or engages in careers and men. Why are you now returning to your ancestors in this deep mountain forest and becoming a savage?"

Yan Luo: "...If you can't speak, you can't stop talking."

Don’t know what rejection of homogeneity means?

Nowadays, how can you become a heroine without knowing some special skills?

This makes her a strong-mouthed heroine who only knows how to make jokes is very inferior and has a lot of pressure!

...

Yan Luo cleaned the water stove for boiling water, connected some clean and clear stream water, used the tools left by the former owner to light the pile of wood chips, and asked Yan Xingyu to pick up some branches, stuff the small and dry branches into the stove, and start to make a fire and boil water.

Taking advantage of the lack of boiling water, Yan Luo gave up asking Yan Xingyu to kill the chicken and decided to go into battle himself.

Yan Xingyu didn't dare to look at the bloody side, so he moved the ground and set up a simple "barbecue grill" on the open space on the other side. He skewed a few mushrooms with wooden branches, saying that he wanted to add a meal and make grilled mushrooms.

Leave half of it for Yan Luo to stew chicken.

Yan Luo made a move and picked up the rusty kitchen knife and slashed it at the pheasant's neck. The pheasant let out a short scream and ended abruptly.

Yan Luo held its neck to bleed while repenting in his heart, "I will definitely enjoy yours, your sacrifice is worth it."

After finishing the chicken, burning the skin and plucking the hair, splitting the head, and other preparations, Yan Luo put the chicken in a basin, put the lid on the pot, and put some wild vegetables picked from the road in it.

Without seasonings, I took out a few packets of broth, chicken soup and bone soup from the instant noodles pile, threw it in, and stewed over high heat.

As time goes by, the fragrance gradually floats out.

"Yo, who cooked instant noodles?" A familiar voice rang.

Yan Luo looked at the fire and almost dozed off. He woke up when he heard the sound. He raised his eyes and looked at the source of the sound. It was Fire Saint who had finished the mission. She greeted him politely, "Captain Turkey, Brother Xiaodog."

Fire Sacrifice, Sun Qi: "..."

The kids are a little polite, but not many.

Sun Qi sniffed the fragrance in the air and concluded affirmatively, "Are you cooking instant noodles? Are you cooking... old hen chicken noodle soup?"

"I'm stewing chicken." Yan Luo was incredible.

Although I use instant noodles seasoning package, the chicken is always serious.

"Is that true?" Sun Qi scratched his head awkwardly.

"Don't pay attention to him." Tu Yun took over the aggrieved little girl, "He is a mountain pig that cannot eat fine bran and can't taste it."

Receiving Yan Luo's sad eyes, Sun Qi felt very guilty and looked around as if he was changing the topic, "Where is the orangutan?"

Yan Luo Youyou raised his hand and pointed him in the direction of Yan Xingyu, "Where are roasting mushrooms there."

"Then I'll go find him."

After leaving this sentence, Sun Qi could escape in panic and ran to find Yan Xingyu.

"Roasted mushrooms?" Tu Yun seemed to have thought of something, hit his laughter, pretending to be mysterious, "Little Yan Luo, do you know what three cooked ones should be when eating wild mushrooms in the forest?"

Yan Luo shook his head, "I don't know."

"First, the types of mushrooms must be cooked, second, the mushrooms must be cooked, third..." Tu Yun smiled, "The way to the hospital must be cooked!"

Yan Luo and Tu Yun laughed together.

"Mushroom... By the way, my soup!" Yan Luo suddenly remembered, ran to the stove, grabbed a handful of mushrooms and put them in. M.

At this moment, a big hand grabbed her wrist, and Huo Ji frowned, "What kind of mushroom is this?"

Yan Luo thought for a while and said seriously, "I don't know, but he looks so ugly, he should be a good mushroom, right?"

"I don't know if you dare to throw it in?" Huo Ji seriously corrected Yan Luo's misconception, "Every year after year, some people die from poisonous mushrooms. Don't judge its toxicity based on its appearance."

Yan Luo nodded as if he was unaware of it. He listened to the advice and fearlessness of death. He listened to Huo Ji's nagging teachings and teaching precautions for survival in the wild. He nodded from time to time, and unconsciously played with the mushrooms in his hands.

"Click."

The mushrooms are broken.

The surface of the fracture oxidizes rapidly and turns into a thin layer of blue.

Yan Luo discovered it and broke the half of the mushrooms again, and the blue-to-oxidation reaction at the fracture can be seen with the naked eye.

Yan Luo novelly handed it to Huo Ji, "Captain Turkey, this will change color."

He scored twice and broke another piece for him to show him.

“…”

“…”

“…”

Fire Festival stared at the blue mushrooms and was silent.

He knew what this was.

"You...no one eats it, right?" Huo Ji asked.

"No, is it poisonous?"

"This is a slight slap in the face."

The Fire Festival was also a little speechless. There were so many edible fruits and mushrooms in the forest, and any smelly hand picked the stinky green that could cause hallucination.
Chapter completed!