This time I went to pick up eggs, although I didn't pick up much, I can still use them to satisfy my cravings.

However, at this time, the snow kite regretted putting the chickens in the rabbit nest, and if the rabbits still stepped on the eggs so fiercely afterwards, they would have lost a lot that day.

Thinking of this, she decided to ask Mo Yun to build a higher fence in the middle of the stone cave where the rabbits were raised, separating the rabbits from the chickens.

If you do, the pesky chickens will start disobeying again. Hey, there's no way, who told her to look innocent, it's easy to bully when she looks at it.

But let's talk about this matter until she finishes eating. After all, the delicious custard is the key right now, and as for the chickens and rabbits, as long as they are alive, it doesn't seem to be as important as filling their stomachs.

She took a few eggs, knocked them lightly twice, and the egg liquid slipped into the clay bowl, stirred with chopsticks for a while, and it became a beautiful paste.

She poured the egg mixture into a clay pot, sealed it with a hide, and started a fire to boil. It didn't take long for the scent to waft out, causing her to drool.

The fragrance grew stronger, and when she felt that it was almost over, she opened the lid with joy, untied the hide, and prepared to taste the deliciousness.

But, wait, what she saw. At this point, the custard became fragmented, and some of the egg mixture stuck directly to the clay pot, and it was not yet cooked.

She sighed, and had to wash the pot with water and prepare to do it again. After several attempts, she decisively gave up.

It's not that she doesn't have cooking skills, it's that the things she makes are really not good. The next few times, she didn't care about what it looked like inside, and wanted to eat it directly, but she didn't expect it to be all confused, and she couldn't put her mouth at all.

Hey, the way she did it was right, didn't she just get the eggs and put them in the pot to steam?

Wait, something seems wrong. She patted her head and suddenly reacted. How could she forget that this was the world of beasts, not her kitchen, and there was no pot at all.

I'm usually used to using clay pots, and I suddenly want to make something else to eat, but I don't even have a tool.

However, if you want to make a pot, it seems impossible to make a pot under the current conditions.

Forget it, she still scrambled eggs to eat first, and as for the egg custard, let's think about it another day.

She put the clay pot on the fire, poured some egg mixture, felt that the scrambled eggs seemed a little too monotonous, and threw some bamboo shoots into it.

After frying, she took the chopsticks and tasted it, feeling that the taste was a little light, and it seemed to be a little dry, and then she suddenly remembered that she didn't put salt.

Looking at the eggs that had already been scrambled, she suddenly had the idea of throwing them away. As soon as I picked up the pot, I put it down again.

Anyway, the color is pretty and it's okay to eat. When Mo Yan came back, the snow kite was already lying down and taking a nap, and there were still some uneaten eggs left in the pot.

Mo Yan looked at the contents of the pot, and suddenly became interested, went to get a pair of chopsticks, and tasted it.

The eggs are already a little cold at this time, and they don't have any taste, but Mo Yan likes them very much.

"I think about eating all day long, and if I continue like this, I won't be as fat as those rabbits."

He was muttering alone, and suddenly he heard the movement of the snow kite turning over, and there was a sound coming, which he couldn't hear clearly.

"I, I...... It's not fat. ”

He pricked up his ears, listened carefully, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He went on to say a few more words, and the snow kite was all connected, and he glanced at the person on the straw mat in surprise, and saw that she did not seem to be awake, and the smile between her brows was even worse.

I didn't expect this little female to be able to talk to him when she was asleep, and this voice also made his heart itch.

The eggs in the pot were quickly eaten clean by him, he glanced at the unwashed dishes on the table, reluctantly took them and put them in the pot, and took them out to wash them together.

This time, he deliberately added some hot water to it, and felt that the water temperature was right, so he took the animal skin to wipe the things clean, and then brought it back.

Not to mention, it feels quite comfortable, and I don't feel as uncomfortable as last time.

In the past, in winter, they all went directly into the river to bathe, and occasionally got frostbite, that is, they went to Yuheng to get a medicine to wipe it.

Since he had a little female, he has a different life, and he seems to be a little squeamish.

The cold wind blew, Mo Yan wore less clothes, felt a little cold, and hurriedly went back with his things.

The snow kite had just woken up, rubbed her eyes, and was about to wash her things, only to find that there was nothing near the fire.

She thought she was hallucinating, and her eyes widened, but there was still nothing, so she hurriedly looked around and found no one, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was scared to death, I thought someone was stealing, but no one came in, why is this thing gone?"

She thought about it for a long time, but she didn't figure it out, could it be that she was sleepwalking? Got everything right?

She nodded, as if she thought the explanation was more plausible. It wasn't until Mo Yan came in with something in his hand that he understood what was going on.

But the things in the pot, could it be that they were all eaten by this man. She made it so unpalatable, will she be disgusted.

Until Mo Yan put away her things, she was still standing in place stupidly and hurriedly walked over.

Snow Kite didn't seem to see him, there was no movement at all, and Mo Yan also stood with her, thinking about things in her heart.

Could it be that he was moved by him washing things, but he usually does it, and he hasn't seen her like this, so it shouldn't be the reason.

After thinking about it for a long time, Mo Yan finally felt that she was sick, carried her on his shoulders, and prepared to go to Yuheng to show her.

The snow kite suddenly felt her feet off the ground, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she was being carried by the man on her shoulder, and hurriedly screamed.

Mo Yan heard the movement, turned his head, saw that she was well, put the person down again, looked around, and found that he was not injured, so he put his mind at ease.

"What were you doing standing alone just now, I thought something had happened to you."

Snow Kite shook her head and said slowly: "It's nothing, I just thought about something, and the things in that pot ......"

"I ate it, and it tasted good."

Before Snow Kite could finish speaking, she heard his voice coming from her, and felt that she had misheard.

Just kidding, she didn't even put salt, how could it be delicious, but looking at Mo Yan's expression, it seemed that it was really like that.

"Next time you have time, make some more for me to eat."

Snow Kite nodded incredulously, still unable to accept this fact. Forget it, if the man likes to eat, he will make some in the future, and he will not waste any time.

In the next few days, the snow kite will make two eggs, one for Mo Yan, and the other for herself.

Every time he watched Mo Yan eat up everything in front of him, Snow Kite felt that his taste was unique.

Later, when Mo Yun came, he also ate the same portion without salt as him, and thought it tasted very good.

Later, she couldn't help it, and let the two of them taste the one in front of her.

After the two of them tasted it expressionlessly, Snow Kite asked, "How does it taste?" ”

"Okay."

After the two of them replied in unison, they lowered their heads and went to eat the light-tasting portion. Snow Kite looked disappointed, but could only accept this fact.

This failure made her feel that the whole person was not good, and she began to wonder if there was something wrong with her cooking skills.

Later, when she made other food, she would also make two servings, and as expected, the father and son would still eat the one without salt.

Forget it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with what she makes. It's just that the taste of this father and son is really a bit ......

She thought that she had failed to make egg custard last time, and she was unwilling, so she thought about it for several days and suddenly had an idea.

Since there is no pot here, she will simply make a steamer and use it to make egg custard when the time comes, and the effect should be very good.

But this time, she seemed to overestimate her abilities a little, and she didn't make a decent one after working for a long time.

When Mo Yan came back, he saw her angrily throwing out a knotted high, and hurriedly dodged it.

"Why are you upset? Who messed with you. ”

"It's not these broken bamboos yet."

Hearing her answer, Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh. Why is the little female so cute, and she can be angry with the bamboo.

The two chatted for a long time, and Mo Yan knew that she wanted to make a steamer, and hurriedly asked her how to get it.

The snow kite carved a pattern on the ground with a knife to show him, and Mo Yan glanced at it a few times, and then began to make it. But he also seems to be a little crippled, making it particularly ugly, but it's still like that.

The snow kite looked at the strange thing in front of her, and laughed with her hands on the ground. Mo Yan saw her laughing at herself, stretched out her hand to tickle her, and the snow kite hurriedly begged for mercy.

It was a long time before the two handicapped men regained their minds and continued to make steamers, but until the evening they could not make a single one that worked.