Ai Qiaoqiao followed the boy to an earthen cave at the foot of the mountain.

The cave is made of stones and straw, and bamboo baskets hang from the ceiling of the cave, and rows of prey with animal skins are hung.

"These are all caught by my father in the mountains, and I will take them and sell them the next time I go to the town to catch the market." The teenager explained.

"Are you staying here?" Ai Qiaoqiao was puzzled.

"yes, our house is used to pay off debts, so my dad and I have to live here."

The boy was still a little restrained at first, but when he was lighting the fire, Ai Qiaoqiao came to help, and he was soon attracted by Ai Qiaoqiao's skillful fire-making technique, and his words became talkative.

From a brief conversation, Ai Qiaoqiao learned that the boy's name was Zhang Wu, and the village called him Wumao, and his father made a living from hunting.

In the early years, Zhang Wu's mother was seriously ill, and in order to treat the disease, their family borrowed loan sharks, but in the end, his mother's illness was not cured, and she died after only about a year, and the family owed a lot of debt.

Zhang Wu's father could only sell the house and land to pay off the debt.

Fortunately, he had the skill of hunting, and took his son to settle in a cave at the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Wu put the bird's eggs by the fire and smiled at Ai Qiaoqiao, "I'll bake them for you to eat in a while." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao watched Zhang Wu scrape out half a bowl of flour from a bag, because of moisture, the flour was half-wet and stuck to the bowl.

Zhang Wu was carrying the kettle and wanted to pour water into the bowl.

"What are you going to do?" Ai Qiaoqiao stopped him.

"My father only left me this little food before entering the mountain, but I didn't expect it to be damp, so I washed it into a batter and ate it."

"Don't you have a pot here?" Ai Qiaoqiao noticed that since she came in, she had not seen any cooking utensils.

"The pot was taken away by my father, and sometimes he had to stay for days to come back from hunting in the mountains, so he couldn't go hungry."

Seeing that Zhang Wu was about to flush the bowl again, Ai Qiao simply snatched the bowl down.

"How do you eat like that?"

"I don't have a pot, I eat like this every time." Zhang Wu smiled, "You can eat it by making a paste with boiling water." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao pouted, and he made a mess of eating well.

Searching the hole, she found a brown paper bag.

"This year, when I had my birthday, my dad bought me snacks when he went to the city for the market." Zhang Wu explained, "I didn't want to throw the bag. ”

Ai Qiaoqiao picked up the bag and looked at it, "Do you still want this?" ”

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Wu was puzzled.

"Use it as a pot."

"Huh?" Zhang Wu was completely blindsided.

How can kraft paper be used as a pot?

Ai Qiaoqiao smiled and unfolded the cowhide bag and cleaned it up.

"You have to be optimistic." She smirked, "Let's make a ...... Omelette bar, do you have oil here? ”

"There's fat, okay?" Zhang Wu was very curious, he had never seen such a way of cooking.

"That's better."

Zhang Wu took half of the meat from the hook on the top of the cave, "This is the wild goat that my father hunted in the mountains last time, we marinated it with salt, and it can be eaten for a long time." He slice some fat from above.

Ai Qiaoqiao opened the kraft paper bag, spread the fat and tender meat slices on the bottom of the kraft paper, and after spreading it, he picked up the two bird eggs that Zhang Wu had touched just now, beat the egg liquid in it, and finally poured the batter into it, and sealed the mouth of the kraft paper bag.

Zhang Wu squatted aside and watched quietly, his eyes wide open.

"That's fine?" He was surprised, "Paper bags will be on fire." ”

"No, it won't." Ai Qiaoqiao was full of confidence, "You just wait to eat the fragrant omelette." ”