The fog here was too big to see clearly, so he could only move forward slowly, so as not to fall into the bottomless quagmire of the swamp, Qian Shi tore off another piece of cloth from his tattered apprentice uniform and covered his mouth and nose. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In this environment for a long time, Qian Shi can only use this simple method in order to prevent poisonous fog and miasma, and the swamp cannot follow the place where there is a lot of water, there may be pits, or some fierce animals are hidden, if it is attacked, it will be very dangerous.

What makes Qian Shi have a headache now is this fog, because he can't distinguish his direction at all, and he can't figure out where he is in the swamp, and it is very likely that he is now constantly circling around, and the clothes on his body are already wet with the thick fog, and he can't see the sun above his head when he looks up.

The vision is getting worse and worse, I feel like I have stepped into hell a little bit, extremely depressed, I can't tell the direction I came from when I look back, Qian Shi has been walking for a long time and has not found anything valuable, let alone ingredients, only occasionally I meet some small beasts, water rats, lizards and so on running in the swamp.

After walking for a distance, Qian Shi picked up some dead wood branches on the ground and made a torch, which can not only dispel some mosquitoes, but also illuminate himself, although he did not encounter any danger along the way, but Qian Shi's heart became more and more uneasy, feeling that this swamp is like no boundary, no matter how far you change the direction and go, you will always be in the fog.

From the time Qian Shi woke up to now, he felt that he had walked for at least two hours, but it was still the case, looking at the nearby mangrove forest, Qian Shi decided to rest and camp here first, wait for the fog to dissipate, if the fog continued, then spend the night here, put down his backpack, and Qian Shi lit a fire on the spot.

He also found some vines and wide leaves, and made a small hammock between the trunks, which was simple but enough for him to lie down, and in this kind of swamp he must not sleep directly on the ground, because there is a high possibility that poisonous insects or snakes and scorpions will attack you, and this moist swamp, full of water, may drown you if it changes.

After being busy, Qian Shi got a small camp out, and also set up some small traps for vigilance around, this kind of survival common sense has been practiced by him for many years, although he is not much old now, but Qian Shi has been mixed in the mountains and forests when he was six years old, and he has learned a lot from some old hunters.

This is very important for a chef, if you can't even survive, then how can you talk about finding ingredients, chefs must not only control the ingredients but also appreciate nature, these are the basic practices of being a chef.

After getting these, Qian Shi ambushed in the forest and caught a water bird, this is his dinner today, in the past two days when he arrived in the Zuixian Building, he has not eaten this kind of game, picked up some enough dead wood as firewood, and began to make a fire while dealing with this water bird.

Plucking and cleaning, removing the internal organs, and quickly getting it clean, in this kind of wild, Qian Shi decided to make a method called flower chicken, and it is more suitable for the ingredient of water birds, as a chef is to let all the ingredients show their deliciousness, with a heart of gratitude to all things.

Qian Shi first dug a small shallow pit in the ground, then surrounded the pit with some dirt to make a simple hearth, and then introduced the flames into it, adding firewood to make the fire burn quickly.

Then I went to the distance and found some large bay leaves, which were very flexible, wrapped the processed waterfowl meat, smeared some seasonings that Qian Shi only has now, sea salt and pepper powder, and then tied it with the fine leaves of the cattail, coated the outer layer with some soil, and threw it into the prepared hearth for stewing.

After Qian Shi did all this, he smiled, rubbed his hands, and began to wait for the arrival of deliciousness, this way is not to let the fire directly bake the ingredients, but to make the ingredients cooked through the temperature, so that the fragrance of bay leaves and the perfect fusion of meat quality, improve the taste, and the water bird meat will also become extremely fragrant and tender, and there will be no burnt paste produced by direct baking.

Turning the ingredients inside, while controlling the temperature of the fire, when it should be big and when it will be smaller, this is extremely important, a little deviation will affect the texture of the food, in fact, there is a slight difference between many masters and ordinary chefs, but it is that little distance will be a world of difference.

Because the pit was dug and the hearth was built, the temperature of the fire would quickly gather, and the ingredients would be prepared quickly, take out the bay leaf bag, remove the soil on it and open it, and suddenly a smell of meat came to the nose, hot, burnt bird meat, and a faint layer of oil stains on the skin.

The first bite is even more fragrant, the taste is tender and no residue, even the bones are crispy, the meat quality of this water bird is much better than that of the red jungle chicken, and it is an excellent match in addition to this method.

Qian Shi chewed the bird meat in a big gulp, and was indulging in the food, when the roar of the beast came from the front, Qian Shi immediately became vigilant when he heard the sound, pricked up his ears and listened to the surrounding movements, in the mangrove forest in front, there were several vines and branches that were still shaking violently, and the sound came from there.

Qian Shi didn't dare to be careless, if there was danger, he had to evacuate, so he hurriedly put down the food in his hand, picked up the torch, and walked quietly in that direction, the bottom of the mangrove forest was full of stagnant water, which had already reached Qian Shi's knees, and Qian Shi walked forward against a pile of dense vines in order to hide his figure.

As the distance approached, the sound became clearer and clearer, as if there were two different cries mixed together, so that Qian Shi couldn't tell the difference, and the surrounding vines were not known to be hit by something, and the sound of churning water, "poof, poof".

Qian Shi opened the vines in front of him, exposed the gap and looked inside, only to see a stout big flower python writhing and screaming, the head of the big python actually had a single horn, and the tail flicked off countless vines, and in front of it was a white macaque, which was already covered in scaly wounds at this time, slow to move, and was trapped in the corner by the big python.

The macaque dodged an attack from the python, grabbed the vine and was about to flee upward, but the python's movement was indeed faster, and the body rushed towards the macaque with a huge snake head, biting the macaque's lower limbs fiercely, and then dragged it down with a force, and the thick snake body was also entangled.

And the macaque can only scream miserably, but can't resist, the gap between them is too big, Qian Shi is also a little scared when he sees this, this python is too vicious, it is better not to provoke, squatted down and walked back, but just after a few steps Qian Shi stopped again, for some reason, he saw the little macaque and inexplicably remembered his lonely and helpless self.