Yang Shubao didn't eat it, Kurutan ate it with a sweet spray, and after catching the termites that crawled in and out, he began to dig the termite nest.

Seeing this, Lao Yang had to wonder, is this product a pangolin or an aardvark or something like that?

When he was a child, Lao Yang loved to eat chicken, and his family said that he was born by a weasel.

However, some people say that he was born by a young lady, and he didn't understand what it meant when he was young, but later he grew up but was still naïve, so he still didn't understand what it meant.

Kurutantan is also good at digging termite nests, each taking what he needs, he wants the queen ant, there are too many aardvarks and tomato frogs on the grassland, and the demand for ant colonies is huge.

Unfortunately, the light was not good, and after he dug for a while, the termites escaped, and it was much more difficult to collect them.

Yang Shubao was afraid that the termite queen would also run away, so he told Kurutantan to eat first, and then dig the termite nest after dawn tomorrow, and then it should be a breakfast.

The water in the pot was grilled, and he threw the washed mussels into it and stewed them.

River mussels can be eaten, which is on the recipe of Chinese cuisine.

As soon as the hot water boiled, the mussel opened.

The unique taste of river fresh came out, and the Timit sniffed like a group of small exhaust fans.

The large river mussels are used for roasting, and he erects barbed wire over the bonfire and roasts the open river mussels with their shells.

The flames swallowed, and the white and tender mussel meat began to shrink after a while.

He estimated that there were no parasites in the mussels, so it was okay to roast them, so he took out one and blew it and bit it and ate it.

He had eaten river mussels before, but he was not very impressed, because the meat of river mussels was easy to grow and the taste was not very good.

The varieties of river mussels here are different, the meat quality of the river mussels is better, or it may be that the food bait is abundant, they grow fat, anyway, Yang Shubao bites down a piece of mussel meat, delicate and fat.

Even more beautiful than mussel meat is mussel juice, which has an umami taste that cannot be compared to the meat of any animal.

The Timit soon tasted the taste of mussel meat as well, and they scrambled for it, often taking it in their hands and sucking it up before it was cooked, and for a moment the sound of sucking and gasping after being hot was incessant.

It's not a good thing to grab food, it's like an arms race, one person starts to grab everyone, and once everyone starts to grab it, they will be impetuous, and they will start if the mussel meat is not cooked, for fear that they won't be able to grab it.

Yang Shubao had no choice but to use a wooden stick to whip their hands: "Wait patiently, be patient, there are mussels here, they can all be fed! Everyone can be fed!"

The mussel soup and spinach began to smell, and Benson, who had been sleeping soundly, rubbed his temples and reluctantly sat up: "What smells so good? Damn, my head hurts, who knocked me unconscious just now?"

Kurutantan placed a basin of cold water in front of him and pushed his head into the water.

After a few repetitions, Benson finally came to his senses, and he said, "What happened to me? ”

The river mussel soup boiled spinach is baked, and this is quickly cooked when the spinach is thrown on after the soup comes out of the umami.

Yang Shubao first scooped a bowl and handed it to Benson to fill his stomach, and then told him what had happened before: "Have you forgotten? Is this a sleeping pill or an ecstasy......

He told him what had happened, and Benson finished a bowl of soup.

After wiping his mouth, the police officer was very angry: "Vake, Vake, Vake! They actually hurt the police? Very good, very good, they did a good job!"

Yang Shubao asked, "How about it? Take advantage of the bad light at night to them?"

Benson said viciously: ", we have to them! It is our policeman's duty to crack down on illegal and criminal acts! Bring me another bowl of soup, and I'll do it when I'm full of food and drink!"

Yang Shubao scooped him another bowl, and then hurried to eat and drink by himself, I was afraid that he would not be able to eat later.

Benson wiped his mouth and handed over the bowl after drinking: "What kind of soup is this? Why is it so delicious? ”

Yang Shubao looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Do you want to take revenge or do you want to cheat and cheat?"

Benson said, "You have to eat before you can do it, and there's a roasted mussel here?" well, let me taste it, it's delicious, it's cool, it's so delicious, come on, bring me another one." ”

It's true that good food makes people feel good.

Benson ate and drank as the stuffiness in his stomach gradually dissipated, and when he was full of food and drink and began to burp, Yang Shubao asked him how to act at night, he said: "I slept in the afternoon, not very sleepy, I will keep vigil in the first half of the night, and you will arrange someone to replace you in the second half of the night." ”

"It's not a vigil, I'm talking about going back and picking up those bastards, they must have a case on their backs. Yang Shubao said loudly.

Benson nodded solemnly: "You're right, so we can't act arbitrarily, it's a group of people!"

He was afraid of being perceived as cowardly and added: "We have too few people, only pistols, and no firepower, and when we return to Petersburg after we finish our business, I will ask the local police station for help and destroy this gang of criminals in one fell swoop!"

Yang Shubao was a little disappointed, it seems that he can't do it tonight.

However, he won't feel that Benson is cowardly, because Benson doesn't know the power of the Night Elves, in his eyes, the only one in this group of people who has combat effectiveness is a policeman, and the other party is a tribe, even if Rambo has to be cautious against a tribe, not to mention that he is not Rambo?

Since Benson didn't want to do it, Yang Shubao couldn't force him, so he had to go to sleep after eating.

After dawn the next day, Kurutantan went to dig the termite nest, and Yang Shubao found a plastic jar to store the dug up ant queen.

He put dirt and grass branches in the jar and gave the queen a little fountain of life, enough to sustain her back in the reserve.

Kurutantan caught a lot of termites, he asked Yang Shubao to taste them, Yang Shubao reluctantly twisted two and tasted them, and found that the taste was really good, sweet and sour, and it could be used as sake lees rice with his eyes closed.

Packing up their things, they continued their journey down the river.

The river flows forward, not into a large river, but into a lake.

In the dry season, the water level of the lake drops and becomes a wetland, which is covered with reeds, some of which are still green, others yellow-green, and the reeds rattle when the wind blows, which is more life-like than the desolate grassland.

Wild birds fly off and land in the lakes, and some animals hide in the reeds in the wetlands waiting to be hunted.

When Yang Shubao went to fetch water, he found a lion's head in the wetland, not the lion's head at the wedding banquet, but a bloodstained lion's head.

The lion's head belonged to an old lion, and it had just died, its body had been hollowed out, leaving behind a head, a skin, and four mutilated claws.

Yang Shubao put away the lion's head and lion skin, and he had a wild buffalo head and a broken wild buffalo skin at home, which could be used as specimens.

He wanted to clean up the lion's claws, but the claws were so broken that they were worthless.

Kurutantan picked one up, looked at it, and said, "It's pitiful, this old lion was eaten by wild dogs." ”