The bird left and disappeared.

Bu Fang's life has returned to its original state.

Works from sunrise and rest from sunset.

Cook pure natural cuisine and enjoy the deliciousness brought by nature.

Simple and not artificial.

Xiaobai's mechanical eyes were dim and seemed to have become much clumsy.

Xiao Ba would occasionally climb onto Xiaobai's head, turn his agile chicken head, clatter a few times, and occasionally shake his chicken's butt and run into the field, chasing the insects.

The originally extraordinary Eight-Treasure Chicken became like a wild pheasant on the mountain.

Bu Fang is very comfortable, or enjoying this kind of salted fish life.

When he is bored, he will study various delicacies.

The study of food became his only fun during this period.

Outside the mountain, in a chaotic world.

Various wars and tragic battles continued to occur, resulting in wars.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter change continuously.

He hasn't gone down the mountain for a long time and hasn't gone to the village to change rice.

The rustling white snow flew down from the sky and fell on the ground in front of the wooden house. The earth was covered with a thick cotton jacket.

Xiaobai sat in the yard, dazed, as if he had been built into a snowman by snow.

Xiao Ba was running in the snow with a tuft of snow on his head.

Bu Fang was wearing a thick cotton jacket and breathed a sigh of relief.

Gulugulu.

The flames are less rippling, and the hot water in the pot is steaming.

Bu Fang took the tea cup and sprinkled a few strands of fried charred tea leaves.

This tea is a specialty in the mountains and produces very little, so it was discovered by Bu Fang by chance.

Pour boiling water into the tea cup.

The tea leaves are soaked, and the tea fragrance itself spreads, lingering in lingering.

Tea leaves are in a cup, spinning.

The color of the tea gradually changed from transparent to green.

It looks very comfortable.

Bu Fang held the cup in both hands and a cotton jacket, sat on the chair, looking at the white snow outside.

As the days passed day by day, Bu Fang didn't know how long he had spent in this mountain.

Hissing.

Take a sip of tea and the warmth dispels the coldness of the body.

Sitting in a chair for a long time.

Bu Fangcai returned to the house and took a hoe up the mountain. Although there were a lot less ingredients on the mountain in winter, he didn't care.

Finding the ingredients is fate.

Xiaobai followed quietly.

One person and one puppet went up the mountain.

The mountains are covered with snowy white snow.

In the vast white area, it is indeed difficult to find delicious ingredients.

far away.

A snow rabbit is jumping.

Bu Fang saw it, but did not move.

He carried a hoe and followed the snow rabbit quietly, which jumped all the way.

Soon, I got into the nest, with a few little rabbits surrounding me, and my cute little heads were spinning.

Bu Fang smiled slightly.

I took a look from a distance, then walked away with a hoe and walked away with the snow.

On the snow mountain, besides the snow rabbit, there are many ingredients.

Mushroom is a kind.

Small mushrooms attached to the trunks, and the rustling white snow shook down, like flowers blooming in white light.

Bu Fang was happily picking mushrooms.

Put it in a basket.

Every winter, he will come to pick mushrooms, which grow the most lovely at this time.

After picking the mushrooms, they will dry them in the sun, spread them out and set aside.

Of course, it is also very delicious to cook mushrooms directly.

Picked mushrooms.

Bu Fang did not leave directly.

He walked on the mountain, and soon, a hungry wild wolf stared at Bu Fang.

He rushed towards Bu Fangfei.

The wild wolf is anxious.

Bu Fang was also hungry.

Although Xiaobai is much clumsy.

But with a slap, the wild wolf couldn't get up.

Bu Fang happily tied the wild wolf and threw it into the basket. Because the basket was much heavier, Xiaobai was carrying it on his back.

I have gained a lot, but Bu Fang doesn't plan to go back yet.

He came to the pond in the mountains.

The pond is covered with a thick layer of ice.

The fish in winter are the most plump times.

Bu Fang naturally would not let go of such delicious food.

He dug a hole in the ice, and in a short while, a few fat fish with fluttering edges fell into the basket.

The contented Bu Fang left the pond.

Walking on the song, humming a song in the snow, leaving the mountains.

I have to say that Bu Fang has been humming songs for so many years, but his level is still not very good.

Back in the house.

The winter day is always very short.

The weather soon became darker and the temperature became colder.

Bu Fang burned the fire and cleaned the fish. The fat fish meat was patted by Bu Fang.

From the room, he took out the treasured dried mushrooms, which was what he had prepared in previous years.

The dried mushrooms have a unique fragrance. They are taken and placed on the processed fish.

Put them in a pot and steam them together.

The hot air is rising up in the mountains.

...

Crash!

The snow was trampled.

The sharp light kept bursting.

Snow fell rapidly from the trunks of the tree.

The terrifying sword energy lingers in the dense forest, and countless trees were shattered...

A violent gasp sounded.
To be continued...