When the sun came to noon, I didn't feel that I was hiding in the forest and wandering around, but when I came out, I suddenly realized that the sun above was already shining.

The sky in March is not blazing, but it is already a little hot compared to Ladong. Fortunately, the position at the foot is high, and the wind from the top of the mountain blows on the face, blowing away the heat.

Thanks to his perseverance in recent months, although his martial arts have not entered the country, his physique has been consolidated a lot, his complexion is ruddy and healthy, and he finally has the appearance of a young man.

Unlike before, the blood was defeated and the qi was broken, and he looked weak after recovering from a serious illness.

At the top of the mountain, Chen Yu squatted on the big bluestone and rested for a while. Although the sun was hidden in the dense forest, it was still a little stuffy, and the need to avoid the hooks and shackles of tree branches and thorns and shrubs made me sweat a lot, and my back clothes were soaked, as if I could hold out water.

But it's all worth it.

Pulling over the back basket placed next to it, I saw that the originally empty inside was now packed with a thick stack.

The red, yellow and white are mixed together, some of the mushrooms are beautiful and bright like snow, and some are stained with earth and dew, but they all exude a natural smell of mushrooms, mixed with mud and grass and wood, surging, not strong.

Chen Yu stretched out his hand and pulled it, pinching two mushrooms and rubbing them on the palm of his hand, satisfied.

The basket is not big, and it is not full, but it is roughly estimated that there are three or four catties, and it is definitely enough to eat three or five meals.

Speaking of which, he hadn't eaten wild mushrooms in a long time.

In an instant, he couldn't help but walk a long list of steaming dishes in his head, both the way he had done in his hometown in the countryside in his previous life, and the local dishes in the Qingtai area that he had tasted before.

Let the soul winner move.

"Let's go and make a bowl of fresh soup first!"

I have to say that the forest products after the rain are really rich, and he actually gave up a lot along the way, only picking those that taste delicious or easy to cook based on memory, and still picks a lot.

Yes, come back next time!

It's a pity that he couldn't find Bai Yunsan's dispensing, the main medicine orange and silver fruit are there, Chen Yu naturally wants to try his luck in the woods, but it may be that he is located at the edge of the woodland, and there are too many medicine pickers coming and going, and he didn't see half of it when he walked down.

Well, no, he actually saw half of it.

It's just a step too slow to be rescued.

"Speaking of which, there are sika deer in this forest?"

Chen Yu looked back at the woods, as if he could vaguely see the smoky brown deer dotted with plum blossom stripes from the green shade.

He is not very old, and his body is light.

In retrospect, the other party didn't seem to be afraid of people at all, so he jumped up and down, tilted his head and glanced at it with those big black eyes, and then in front of him, he took the medicinal herb that was no more than a foot away from his feet into his mouth.

Chewing, swallowing, and even hiccuping when he was finished.

Then he stared again, and sniffed in front of Chen Yu twice, and finally seemed to find that the upright creature in front of him was not interesting, and wagged his short furry tail, Shi Shiran turned and left.

"It feels more like a silly roe deer than a sika deer."

It's cute.

Chen Yu smiled, put this matter aside, and didn't think about it anymore, it was quite rare to be able to get close to a silly sika deer, it was always a pleasant thing.

As for the herb...... Eat it, eat it, what else can he do.

I am fortunate to have gained, and I have lost my life.

He felt that his mood had indeed increased recently, and the Taoist books had not been read in vain.

"Let's go down the mountain!"

……

Cloud crane view, front yard.

Bringing a chair, Chen Yu straddled it, his clothes were loose and he didn't have the upright appearance of a Taoist child.

He didn't care, just focused on the basin in front of him.

The mushrooms are soaked in it, and they are being washed, and the cleaned ones are placed next to them, and when they are finished here, they will start the stove and cook a pot of fragrant fresh soup.

Of course, the name is Baixian, and the conditions actually trapped in his hands are limited, so it is naturally impossible to make 'Baiwei', not to mention anything else, the only meat flavor in the Taoist temple is the half-fan dried chicken hanging in the kitchen, as for any pork bones, lamb kidney, deer antler velvet and miscellaneous tonics, he does not have any.

But in Chen Yu's view, the focus of Baixian soup is not in these messy things, but in the word 'fresh'.

So what he wants to do today is to use mushrooms with big white roots, orchid fruits, and green vegetables in the vegetable garden to make a bowl of 'Baixian Soup' that is so fresh that it makes people drool.

You can not believe in his martial arts, but you can't fail to believe in his cooking skills.

At least Chen Yu himself is quite confident.

By the wall, the bamboo pole leaned against the shade, and it would take some time for the bamboo to make the fishing rod, at first he planned to do it casually after cutting it, but thinking that this time was empty anyway, so it was better to spend some effort to make a good root.

Not to mention high-quality products, at least they must be able to withstand manufacturing.

So you have to dry in the shade, and then you have to bake, shape and other steps, carefully recall the fishing rod making experience in the next life, at that time it was the grandfather who operated, he only ran around to lay his hands, like a monkey child, can't stand.

This time, I plan to follow it and do it myself.

However, in this way, the time for wild fishing will be pushed back again.

"Five days of drying in the shade and two days of baking...... That means at least eight days left. ”

Keep on his hands, Chen Yu estimated in his heart that if it is eight days, it will probably be some time before 'Pingyu', so it is not impossible to go to Shentan to try his luck at that time.

Before and after 'Pingyu' is very important, the previous weeding and ditching are all preparations for this, if fishing and this period of conflict, he will undoubtedly choose to give up, and cultivate his own half acre of mountain land with peace of mind.

After all, it is related to his rations for the next half a year.

It may rain as much as it will be, but it won't be very big, and at most it's as wet as yesterday. It can't be immersed in the soil. 'Pingyu' is different, the rain is strong and the wind is urgent, and there may be mountains and rivers.

Thinking about it, Chen Yu looked down and saw that the mushrooms in the basin had been cleaned, and they were lying in the wooden barrel one by one, looking forward to getting out of the pot.

"We'll have to wait."

I got up and went to the backyard, came to the vegetable garden, and stretched out my hand to pluck two large white roots—the tubers were snow-white, and there were three or five whiskers growing at the bottom, which looked like white radish, but instead of an awl-shaped with a thick top and a thin bottom, but a drop of water at the top and a coarse droplet.

Under the mountain, the big white root is called a white stick, not to mention clearing heat and relieving fire, and the stewed soup is a must.

Then, he stepped on Tulong and walked cautiously to a corner of the garden, digging under the cover of clusters of green leaves, and soon stopped moving, and in his retracted palm was a handful of red fruits not much bigger than his thumb.

Lanting fruit, the specific origin of the name is unknown, anyway, it is sweet and sour, and it was given a nickname by Chen Yu: Little Tomato.

In the previous life, there was also a kind of small tomato, but the taste was far less than the one in front of me, contrary to the small size, the juice of the Lanting fruit was very thick, the flesh was thin, and it was like eating soup dumplings when you bit into it.

Then he pinched a handful of green cabbage leaves, and at the same time picked the last small piece of jade insect clothing, and Chen Yu returned to the courtyard with a full arms.

After some cleaning, it is time to officially start work.

Bake!

The flames rose, and the bottom of the pot gradually became hot.